Series: The Beat and the Pulse #1
Author: Amity Cross
Release Date: October 6, 2014
Renee "Ren" Miller was five when her Dad left to go to the shops and never came back.
to grow up with a cancer riddled mother, things have never been easy
for a teenager who had to be wise beyond her years. Then one day they
lose the battle and she’s all alone.
Now twenty-two, Ren
reluctantly goes to find her estranged father. He owns the down and out
boxing studio, Beat, and Ren finds herself drawn to the ring. She
thrives on learning a new way of fighting a life that kept kicking her
down…instead of struggling against the current, she kicks it right
between the legs.
Then one day, Ash Fuller, her Dad's star
fighter comes back to town. Mysterious, handsome… Dangerous… Everything
Ren doesn't need.
But he's got other ideas…
…and so does she.
Step long time since we had Amity Cross a new release book ... (ok, not quite, always tries to pamper their fans). When I heard about what he planned in his new release, Beat, from the beginning I saw work very hard and really amazes me how she can find to give a solidity to their ideas.
When I say that Amity managed to create their own place to fight in this book, is that really did was read the book and feel to be there, imagining movimentos has much ease when wanting to show that place and at the same time make us the emotions of each character.
If you are the first time that read something written by Amity, this is a good option to start a sweet addiction stories, because by the time you reach the end you inevitably you will want to have the next pulse of history.
If you like me, has already enjoyed the stories of the author, you will be happy, will enjoy this new story, you'll have a new sexy alpha guy wishlist
#LickTo, And definitely will be very happy with this new facet in the stories of Amity Cross.
My fist slammed into the heavy leather bag, the impact
jolting up my arm and absorbing into my torso.
The only light was from the back row of fluorescents
I’d switched on over the ring. It was dark, murky and helped me pretend I was
someplace else. The drama from the daylight hours was gone and it was just me
and the darkness. Exactly the way I liked it.
I began another set of punches, hair sticking to the
sweat beading across the back of my neck. Structure. This was the only thing
that was predictable in my life and I needed predictable.
Stance. Guard. Punch. Guard. Repeat.
There was a loud cough behind me and I spun on my
heel, heart thumping in my chest, and my gaze collided with Ash’s.
“Fuck,” I exclaimed, holding a hand over my heart. “Don’t
fucking do that, Ash.” Typical. The creeper was being all creeper again.
“What are you doing?” He stared at me, his gaze
hovering a little too long on my bare midriff.
I steadied the bag with one hand, taking deep breaths.
“What does it look like?”
“I’ve never seen…” He trailed off and I wondered if
I’d finally made the Golden Boy lost for words.
I turned my back so I didn’t have to look at him. “What? A woman in a sports bra?
Highly doubt it.” I rolled my eyes and wiped my forehead with the back of my
arm. Even though I couldn’t see, I felt his gaze burning into my skin and I
suppressed the urge to squeeze my thighs together. Infuriating, self-absorbed,
I live in a leafy suburn of Melbourne writing about screewed up relationships and
kick ass female leads that don't take s**t lying down.