by Vi Keeland
I’m surprised when I find the gym almost empty. Usually on Saturdays the place is filled with guys with no necks. Sal’s at the front desk and tells me Nico’s waiting for me in the storage room. The storage room is a big open space, almost half the size of the gym, only it’s unfinished and bare, with a few metal shelves lining the walls and some decade-old file cabinets. Nico must be filing paperwork, something he dreads and lets pile up for way too long.
The storage room is dark when I open the door and I’m just about to pull the door shut when a nameplate on the door catches my eye. The Women’s Annex. I don’t recall ever seeing it before and certainly I would have remembered anything that has to do with women in this macho male gym.
Curiosity gets the best of me, so I reach in and switch on the light, stunned at the vision I find before my eyes as they adjust from the darkness. What once looked like an oversized garage is now completely refinished. The walls are painted a pale pink, there’s rubber matting on the floor, similar to the black ones in the gym, but these are light grey, less obtrusive. Pictures hang on the walls, most of women in gym clothes exercising and kickboxing. To my right, there’s a wall lined with exercise equipment, all sparkling chrome, shiny and new. Large mirrors cover the walls behind the equipment and movement in its reflection catches my eye and startles me for a second. I turn to my left following the reflection and find Nico standing in the doorway of a room, a room that wasn’t even there the last time I was in here to grab some supplies.
“Confused?” Nico grins at me, he looks pleased to find that I am.
“When did you do all this? And why didn’t you mention you were getting work done?”
“Because I wanted it to be a surprise.”
“It’s beautiful.” I look around, taking in the entirety of the transformation. It really is pretty. Different from the muscle head gym that stands on the other side of the door. It looks soft and inviting, not hard and intimidating. “But it looks so…different from the rest of the gym?”
Nico chuckles. “That’s because it is different, Babe.”
“It’s a women’s gym?”
“Sort of.” Pushing his body from the door frame, Nico walks to me. I stand and watch as he comes towards me, knowing he won’t leave any distance between us, he’ll invade my space. And he does. He stops directly in front of me, close enough so that the hairs on my arms raise and my body responds to his nearness. I’ll never tire of what this man does to me.
Nico wraps his hand around my neck, pulling me in for a quick kiss on the lips, releasing me only enough so I can see his face, but our bodies are still touching when he continues. “This is the new women’s self defense center. I worked it out with Janna over at the battered women’s shelter you volunteer at. I’m going to teach classes three nights a week, after the fight gym closes, get women to learn how to defend themselves.”
I don’t know what to say for a minute, it’s rare I’m actually rendered speechless. Nico doesn’t move. Instead he waits, giving me time to collect my thoughts. His thumb rubs soothingly up and down the back of my neck while I let it all sink in. “You did this for me?” The words come out as a whisper, a thought that escaped my mouth.
“I did it for us. I couldn’t be there for you and your mom when you needed help. I know it makes no sense, but I’ll never forgive myself for not being there for you then. But I can try to be there for the next woman who needs to defend herself.” Nico pauses, searching my eyes for something intently. “You changed my life, gave me peace. I promised you I’d spend the rest of my life trying to give back to you what you gave me. This is just the start.”
“I…I don’t know what to say.”
“Say you like it, Babe.”
“I like it, Babe.” I smile up at the towering tough guy looking down at me so sweetly.
“That’s good. Because you’re going to be my assistant.” He grins like a Cheshire cat.
I raise my eyebrows in surprise. “I am?”
“Yep, I’m going to put my hands all over that body of yours in the front of the room and you’re going to kick my ass.”
I reach up, locking my hands behind his neck. Doing my best impression of serious, “I’m not sure I can do that.”
Nico looks concerned and for a second I feel badly for screwing with him.
“I’m sorry, Babe, if it’s too hard…”
“Oh, if it’s hard, I’m definitely not sure I can do it…” I grin.
A look of relief passes over his face, but it’s replaced quickly by something else…and that something else looks devilish. “Oh, it’s always hard for you, Babe.” He yanks me tighter against him, demonstrating his words are spoken with truth as I feel his thick erection push into me. “Let’s go christen our new office.”
“Our new office?”
“Yep, I was going to give you the full tour, but now that’s going to have to wait till later. Much later.”
And we do. We christen the new office…and the new supply room, and the floor…
***
Three more months later…
Elle
So much has changed in the past year. Nico is still the champion, but now we celebrate after a fight. We’ve started a new tradition of having a party the night after a win at Nico’s gym. Neither one of us looks back to the time where winning a fight only caused pain.
My mom even came to the party tonight. She wasn’t ready to see the fight, but we’re working our way up to it. Baby steps, no more running backwards. I watch as Nico’s crazy nephews spar in the ring wearing head gear three sizes too big for them. Preach, of course, in one corner with one eight year old, and Nico coaching in the other. And the ref? Well that’s Vinny, of course.
Tonight we’re going to tell our families that we’re getting married. I wish I had a romantic story to share, maybe that he proposed on a hot air balloon ride, or slipped a fortune requesting my hand in marriage into a fortune cookie. But I’ve agreed to marry Nico, the black and blue, hotter than hell heavyweight champion, not some pansy Price Charming. So instead, for the rest of my life I’ll blush when I think of how the man I’m crazy in love with proposed to me.
***
Nico
There’s not a dry damn eye in the house when I announce that Elle agreed to marry me last night. She made me swear not to share that I fucked her into agreeing to marry me. But damn if she didn’t scream yes at least a half dozen times as her orgasm took us both over the edge last night.
It might not have been traditional, but it’s the way I want to remember the happiest moment of my life, so to hell with tradition…we’ll make our own. I had flowers and a bent down on one knee proposal all planned out for today before the party, but like a good fighter, I saw the moment, changed things up on the fly, and went for it. I couldn’t help myself. I walked into my bedroom and she was laying in bed and smiled up at me. With the sun setting, the red sky filtered in through the open window and cast a shadow around her. And there she was again. My angel. So I made love to her and told her how I felt. That I’d never been happier in my life, that she was my angel and I wanted to wake up to her every day for the rest of my life. Give her my name and make it official, although in my heart it was already a done deal.
The women surround her and ooh and aah at her ring and start asking her a million questions about the wedding, even though it just happened last night. She catches me staring and smiles at me. It’s her big goofy smile, the one that I know she can’t fake… and it’s all for me. Two years ago, I didn’t think I’d ever have peace in my life again. But today as I look around the room, I realize I have so much more. I may not ever accept I deserve what I have, but it’s mine all the same. I smile back at Elle as Preach approaches me, slapping his arm on my shoulder as he stands next to me taking everything I’m seeing in.
“You’re one lucky bastard.” The old man has a way with words.
“I sure am. And I’ll never forget it again.”
***
Eight
more months later…
Elle
I’m still floating after the last few days. Our wedding was everything I could have dreamed of, and then some. I’ll never forget the look on Nico’s face when our eyes locked as I stood at the back of the aisle. There had to be at least two hundred people who turned to watch me take the slow walk down to the altar, but I didn’t see a single one of them. Everything else became a blur, except the smile on Nico’s face. The face that watched my every step was crystal clear to me, showing every emotion he was feeling. Emotions that mirrored mine. Emotions that I finally welcomed.
The sound of the waves hitting the beach as we walk fills my ears. Warm water wets my feet with every wave and I can’t wait for it to wash over me again when it recedes. Kauai is beautiful, a perfect place for a honeymoon. But it doesn’t hold a candle to the handsome face that smiles at me as we walk hand in hand down the beach in the late afternoon sun.
Then I catch a glimpse of my shadow, and what I see takes my breath away. I’m no longer running from something that doesn’t exist. I don’t have to. I don’t see my own ghost in a shadow when I look down, I see Nico. His shadow looms over us both. It’s big and it’s bold and it towers over mine protectively. Just like the man.
★★★
Dear Readers,
If you liked Nico and Elle, then please check out Vince & Liv in 2014. Nico’s protégé, Vinny, is all grown up, but the chaos of his childhood still swirls around him. The MMA Fighter series continues in Worth the Chance, the story of
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Acknowledgements
Thank you to all of the bloggers that generously give their time to read and support Indie Authors! I am well aware that, without all of your help spreading the word on my books, the popularity of my stories would not be the same.
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Vi's Bookshelf
Worth The Fight
It didn't matter that the ref called it a clean hit. Nico Hunter would never be the same.
Elle has a good life. A job she loves, a great apartment, and the guy she's been dating for more than two years is a catch and a half. But it's boring...and she strives to keep it that way. Too many emotions are dangerous. Her own past is living proof of what can happen when you lose control.
Then Nico walks into Elle's office and everything changes...for both of them. But what can the tattooed, hard-bodied MMA fighter and the beautiful and always steady attorney have in common? A lot more than they bargained for.
***Author's note*** THIS IS A STAND-ALONE NOVEL. Due to strong language and sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.
Worth The Chance
Meet Liv Michaels
It may have been seven years, but I'd know him anywhere. Sure, he's grown, filled out in all the right places, but his captivating blue eyes and cocky grin are exactly the way I remember. Even though I'd much rather forget.
Liv Michaels is almost there. She's smart, determined and weeks away from landing the job she's dreamed about for years. Time healed old wounds, even her broken heart from the devastation of being crushed by her first love.
Meet Vince Stone
Women love a fighter, especially a good one. Lucky for me, I'm damn good. But there's one woman that isn't interested. Not again, anyway.
Vince 'The Invincible' Stone is every woman's fantasy...strong, sexy, confident and completely in control. Growing up surrounded by chaos, he's learned never to get too attached. Love will drag you down. He adores women, treats them well, puts their own needs before his own...for the night anyway. With the biggest fight of his life coming up, his focus should be on training.
When fate brings Vince & Liv back together again, there's no denying the chemistry is still there. But can Vince erase the old scars their past left behind? Or will Liv hurt him instead?
***Author's note*** THIS IS A STAND-ALONE NOVEL. Due to strong language and sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the 18.
Worth Forgiving
They say men like a lady in the living room and a whore in the bedroom. I never knew the sentiment was reciprocal. Until I met Jax Knight. A gentleman in public, a commanding, dirty talking rogue in the bedroom.
Daughter of legendary fighter “The Saint,” Lily St. Claire knows firsthand how fighters can be. As the owner of a chain of MMA gyms, she’s no stranger to aggressive, dominating, and possessive men. That’s why she’s always kept her distance. But the day Jax Knight walks through her door she’s captivated by his charm. Stunningly handsome, well mannered, Ivy League educated, and confident, he shatters all the preconceived notions she’d come to think were true about men who trained to fight.
But falling for someone so soon after her breakup wasn’t something she’d planned on. And definitely not something her ex plans to allow.
Cole Series - in order
Belong To You
My honeymoon was almost everything I dreamed it would be, a tropical paradise, turquoise water, romantic walks on the beach, and loads and loads of mind shattering sex. The only thing missing was the groom.
After seven years of coasting through a relationship with Michael, my senses were numb. A week of passion with a stranger was just what I needed to clear my head and take back control of my life. But how do you move on when the man that was only supposed to be a fling somehow seeps into your soul and steals your heart?
Made For You
Jack and Syd spent a week in paradise. It was only supposed to be a fling. But life can be funny sometimes, and circumstances brought them back together again. Together they seemed to have found their happy ever after. But when Sydney is offered a chance at the career she has always wanted, she must leave Jack behind to follow her dreams. Can their love survive long distance? Sydney's touring with a man every woman wants, but he only has eyes for Syd. And an unexpected tragedy leaves Jack feeling remorseful. Can the two find a way through to forever?
Stand-Alone Titles
First Thing I See
Life changed for me in three days — the day my mother died, the day my dad married Candice and the day I met Kennedy Jenner.
From the moment I saw him, I was drawn to him. Like a moth to a flame, I couldn't keep away from the irresistible heat of the fire. That knowing, confident smile…those beautiful pale blue eyes…and those dimples…simply delicious. Who could resist such a beautiful strong man?
Hope York transformed herself from boring small town girl into a flawless beauty on the outside. But inside, she never changed. Kennedy Jenner was a successful, wealthy and jaw dropping handsome man that could have whatever he wanted, on his own terms. And he wanted Hope. But would he still want her after he saw her for who she really was, instead of what she carefully planned for everyone to see? And will his own secret past stand in his way for getting what he really wants?
Left Behind
Two stories so deeply intertwined, you’ll think you know how they intersect…but you’ll be wrong….
Zack Martin
The day I
met Emily Bennett my whole world changed. Sure, we were just kids, but I was old enough to know my life would never be the same. She was my best friend. My destiny. My fate. I wasn’t wrong…I just didn’t know how twisted fate could be.
Nikki Fallon
After the death of my mother, moving from my dark and dreary trailer park to sunny California, I was focused on one thing — finding a sister I’d only just learned existed. Falling in love with him wasn’t part of the plan. But he filled a void I never knew was possible to fill. He had to be my fate. My destiny. Until the day I finally found out who my sister was…and how twisted fate could be.
About The Author
Vi Keeland is a native New Yorker with three children that occupy most of her free time, which she complains about often, but wouldn't change for the world. She is a bookworm and has been known to read her kindle at stop lights, while styling her hair, cleaning, walking, during sporting events, and frequently while pretending to work. She is a boring attorney by day, and an exciting New York Times & USA Today Best Selling smut author by night!