Loving a Fighter: A Brawling Fighter Erotic Adventure

By Claire Westwood

“I watched as the man threw a heavy punch into the face of his opponent.  There was no mercy there.  Nothing but raw power and rage.  Yet for some reason, I felt a surge of desire bloom within me…”

Anna has a lot of doubts about this evening out.  It’s only been a few months since her breakup with her abusive ex-boyfriend, and she hasn’t yet found a man who makes her feel safe.  In addition, her roommate Claire has picked a sketchy and sleazy bar to visit.  This doesn’t seem like a good idea.

But when the two girls stumble into a backroom brawl, complete with frenzied bettors as two men slug it out in a flurry of punches, Anna finds her gaze drawn to one of the fighters.  Cain, she soon learns, has just as many issues as her.  But he’s also big and powerful, and seeing his raw and masculine strength makes Anna feel emotions that haven’t been present in months.

Does Anna have a shot with this hulking, muscled man?  Or is he just too aggressive for her to handle?  This fighter themed erotic short story is intended only for adult audiences who can handle a man willing to step into a fighting arena and put it all on the line!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Claire Westwood
• Release date: May 16, 2014
• ISBN: 9781498960700

Book preview

CHAPTER 1

This was definitely not my normal type of hangout.

As I clutched at my best friend’s hand, she dragged me in further into the seedy bar that she’d picked out.  Large and menacing men on either side of us sneered down, their eyes mentally stripping off our clothes.  I already felt half-naked in the ridiculous getup that Claire had insisted I wear.  What was I even doing here?

Come on, up here! my so-called best friend panted in front of me, towing me further in.  I risked a despairing glance over my shoulder at the rapidly retreating front door, but there was no way that I could free my hand from Claire’s grip. 

We finally came to a stop in front of a bouncer, a very tall and very wide black man that was somehow even more imposing than the rest of the bar’s regulars.  Yeah? he grunted, staring down at us.

I shifted back and forth uncomfortably, but Claire gazed back up at the huge man without a hint of discomfort.  Rough and tumble, she announced, as if reciting off a phrase.

The man in front of us grunted at this, and he slowly shifted aside to reveal a doorway behind him.  In here! Claire told me, and she pulled me onward before I had a chance to respond.

I had thought that the group outside were a rough looking crowd.  But they didn’t hold a candle to the men inside this new room that I was being forced into against my will.  Everywhere that I turned I saw scarred and battle-hardened men, glaring back at me and easily meeting my gaze until I was the one who had to drop my vision and turn away. 

Just what had Claire gotten me into?

*

Just a couple hours earlier, I had been feeling much more optimistic about going out.  As Claire got dressed in her room, I looked at myself in the mirror and tried to silence those nagging little voices inside my