Its hard to write the wrongs in your life, but when you have to right a wrong you unknowingly made? That's when things get tricky. In an effort to save his sister, he unintentionally ruined lives of many. Aaron works hard day in and day out to make his businesses thrive. Every other waking moment is spent looking for his opportunity to finally right the ultimate wrong hes made. - with a little bit of payback on the side. What happens when a fiery redheaded nurse waltz in his life and plants herself right in the middle of a brewing storm? 
Travis loved sex and he loved women. But, once he had sex with them, his mind drifted to his training and the adrenaline rush that came from being in a cage, dodging a fist at his face, or landing a roundhouse kick to his opponent’s side. And it wasn’t the violence of it. Not at all. He’d had to be violent at a point in his life. It was either fight or die. His tattoos and his criminal record didn’t lie. He had never been particularly good at school. But fighting—that he was good at. And the skill that he’d learned, the hours he put into it—that’s what he loved. He was untouchable in the cage. He knew it and his opponents knew it. And when he tired them out enough, that’s when he landed his signature combo and they were done.
Now, his mind didn’t drift on what he was planning on working out tomorrow or how he’d manage to tire out his opponent in a few weeks. No, he was thinking about the woman who was working at a strip club. He was not at all comfortable with this situation.
Antonio “Scarface” Marino was a top MMA fighter who was just as well known for his antics outside the ring as in. The one woman that won’t fall for his charm is his boss Francesca. At a friend’s wedding, she finally seems to be warming up to him. Little does he know that the ultimate prize he he’s after is her heart.
This was a pretty good book. Tony is definitely something else (totally in a good way) and Francesca is basically a bundle of scars that he’s determined to heal. I really enjoyed it and recommend it.
**I received an ARC of this story in exchange for an honest review
“What made you change your mind about going out with me?” he asked as they crossed the parking lot.
“Not that I’m complaining. But you’ve been saying no for almost a year.”
“Truth?”
“Always.”
“You always seem so predictable, but you doing this . . .” She shook her head. “I guess it made me see you in a different light.”
He held her car door open for her as she tucked the canvas facedown in the backseat and then got in the car. “I’m glad it took me completely humiliating myself to get you to go out with me. Maybe I won’t kill your brother for this ridiculous bet, after all,” he said. “I’ll make reservations at the Tackle Box and pick you up at eight tomorrow.” When she looked at him for a moment too long, he said, “You don’t like the Tackle Box?”
“Do you work tomorrow?” she asked as she got back out of the car.
“Yes.”
“That was a dumb question. You’re always working. Let me rephrase the question. Can you take the day off tomorrow?”
Enzo quickly thought about all the teleconferences he had scheduled and all the reports he had to do. “I can.”
“Okay, so I’ll pick you up at eight.”
“Uh . . . I don’t understand.”
“Eight in the morning,” she clarified. “I asked you out, so I pick. That’s the deal, okay? It’s my treat. I pick where we go and what we do.”
“I don’t think—”
“You hate giving up control, don’t you?” she asked wryly, already knowing the answer. “Don’t worry so much. Just be ready. It’ll be fun—spontaneous. You’ll like it. I promise.”
He let out a breath. “Fun and spontaneous isn’t something I’m very comfortable with,” he admitted. But then he decided, What the hell? He’d already survived taking the biggest leap of faith of his life by moving from Brazil to Florida, something that was so completely out of character his parents thought he was still mourning the end of his marriage. So, going on a date with a beautiful woman and letting her take the lead . . . what could possibly go wrong?
“Okay, fine. I’ll text you my address,” he said as he leaned in and kissed her cheek. She folded herself into her crappy fifteen-year-old Honda Civic, which was mostly red, except for some patches where the paint had chipped off. The bumper was held together with a hot-pink bungee cord, and there were bumper stickers plastered everywhere. He couldn’t picture her with any other car but this one; somehow it suited her perfectly. But she was absolutely out of her mind if she thought he’d be going anywhere with her in that clunker tomorrow.
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