Fighting for Love
Breaking the Rules Book 6
by Mel Curtis
Purple Papaya LLC
June 20, 2016
Available in: e-Book
A sexy novella with a punch from USA Today Bestselling Author Mel Curtis.
Emerald Jones had a promising career as a MMA fighter until a car accident weakened her back and left her step-father in a wheelchair. The only way for her tp pay for the surgery that will restore her step-father’s ability to walk is to enter unsanctioned fights as E.R. Jones. These illegal fights lack pre-fight medical exams and are held late at night, underground, in Los Angeles’ high rise parking garages. One bad kick and E.R.’s career is over.
Reclusive billionaire Graham Richmond wants to buy the business complex his grandfather built and his father carelessly gambled away. When he learns underground fights are being held on the property, he vows to shut them down to avoid liability. What he doesn’t expect is his fascination with a sexy, secretive MMA fighter he’s determined to bed, or on being knocked out by something he’s never felt before — love.
Although Melinda has lived in Georgia and Texas, she’s a California girl at heart. Her earliest memories are of life on an isolated 50-acre sheep ranch in rural Sonoma County, California. Picture rolling hills covered in brown grass, a eucalyptus forest, a long gravel driveway lined with plump sheep and no sidewalks. It was a big deal to drive into town on a one-lane road in a ramshackle, bubble-fendered pickup for an ice cream.
Flash forward to this century. Melinda lives in California’s hot central valley with her husband — her basketball playing college sweetheart. With three kids the couple has done the soccer thing, the karate thing, the dance thing, the Little League thing and, of course, the basketball thing.
Melinda writes sweet to medium heat contemporary romances as Melinda Curtis and red hot reads as Mel Curtis. She loves writing romances about women who don’t realize how strong they are until a hero comes along to show them, while capturing the wry humorous power struggle of falling in love — because, really, who lets the man have the last word?