Fight For Love: MMA Fighter Sports Romance

By Selina Coffey

Between caring for her younger siblings and working a second job to keep the family afloat, Jasmine has not only put her dreams on the back burner, she doesn't even know what they are anymore. She can't remember when she last went out with her friends, and it's been ages since she even noticed a man. When she hears that her younger brother, Michael, has gotten himself involved in some brutal boxing league, she storms into the gym without a thought for what she's going to find there—and is much too pissed off to spare more than a moment's thought for Tyler, Michael's MMA instructor. But Tyler can't take his eyes off her. A couple of years ago, he used to be good at MMA. Really good. Like the boys he now trains, he knew just what it meant to want to fight his way out of where he lived. But with success, he got jaded. He took this job for no other reason than that it was something different, something new—and now he thinks he might just have come to the perfect place. Because something was missing in his life all along, and he's sure that 'something' is Jasmine. He just has to convince her. Author's Note: This book contains exclusive bonus stories!

 

These stories contain mature language and themes, intended for adults only.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lovy Books Ltd
• Release date: Aug 27, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223367321

Book preview

CHAPTER ONE

By the time Jasmine stormed into Gentleman Jackson’s Boxing Club, she’d had a full forty-five minutes for her anger to pick up steam, and she was in no mood to do anything other than cry her eyes out over a glass of wine. She was exhausted. She had just spent ten hours at the hospital, and hadn’t even had the chance to change out of her scrubs before Emma peeked out of her bedroom and announced that Michael had gone off somewhere to do boxing, of all things.

Boxing? Jasmine knew what that meant. It meant bruises, scrapes, violence, and concussions…if this was, in fact, boxing and not just some makeshift fighting ring someone had set up in an alleyway. It took her ten minutes to find out from Michael’s friends where he went, and another half hour to take the requisite busses. Now that she was here, she was far from amused by the pretentious name of the boxing club. The mortified look on Michael’s face only partially made up for it all.

"Michael." Her voice was a hiss.

Um… Michael, sixteen and unusually thin—some people had all the luck—looked like he wanted to melt through the floor at being confronted by his older sister, in front of all of his boxing buddies.

Jasmine would have thought that was funny, but she cringed at the thought of what they were all seeing. Her wild mess of curls was only partially held back with a headband and an elastic, she was still wearing scrubs with God only knew what on them, and there wasn’t a scrap of makeup on her face. In clubs, in the right light, with makeup and jewelry, she looked almost okay. Right now, she was just chubby and disheveled. She swallowed, trying to decide whether to cut and run.

Like hell she was going to be shamed by a bunch of sixteen year olds. They could be polite to her, or she would teach them a thing or two about boxing. She swept her eyes over the group and was pleased to see that all of them quailed.

Or…all but one of them.

May I help you? The voice was a drawl. When her head jerked around, she saw him. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed. A banner over his head proclaimed an upcoming tournament, and he was smiling at her. He had the bluest eyes she’d ever seen.

Yes, Jasmine said promptly, scowling. Those blue eyes were set above chiseled cheekbones, a mouth far too full and sensual for a man’s face, and a jaw just as chiseled as the cheekbones. His nose might have the slight irregularity that came from having been broken more than once, but looking at the self-satisfied smile on the man’s face, all Jasmine could think was that he must have deserved it. What is going on here?

You must be Michael’s older sister. He gave a smile and looked out over the crowd of boys. Pushups and sit-ups, everyone. You too, Michael.

No, he’s coming home with—

He ushered her over to the side wall. What seems to be the problem?

"The problem? Jasmine glared at him. Okay. The problem is that my younger brother is not at home doing his homework and waiting for dinner, he is here, getting beaten up so that he can come home covered in bruises, with a concussion, start fighting all the time at school, worry our mother, and probably drop out before he can apply to a college."

That’s a lot to assume from the fact that he’s trying MMA. The man didn’t look exactly pleased. His white tee-shirt stretched snugly over bulging biceps as he folded his arms and stared her down.

"What the hell