Book 2 in the No Rival series

What happens in the fight club stays in the fight club.

Brothers, Rhys and Knox, have been in love with the same woman for years. While Rhys has been open about his feelings toward Mandy, he’s kept her firmly locked in the friend zone. That is, until a night filled with too much alcohol explodes into passion.

Unfortunately, while Rhys doesn’t remember a minute of it, Mandy remembers every detail all too well. As secrets and betrayals begin to unravel their friendship, Knox seizes his chance to—finally—claim Mandy as his own.

With two sexy fighters squaring off to win her heart, Mandy must decide which to choose—the charming reprobate who’s been the center of her desire, yet always wrecks her life, or the merciless bad boy who wants to give her the world.

Inside Scoop: This sexy tale includes male/male encounters that may have you wishing for two sexy fighters of your own.

A Romantica® contemporary erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

Mandy squared her shoulders as she left the kitchen area and headed for the crowded dining room. It was only her heart, she reminded herself for the thousandth time as she moved to serve yet another meal to one of Rhys’ dates. She would survive another night of this. Circling the table, Mandy set a basket of dinner rolls on the table before moving to refill their drinks.
The girl was shooting daggers at her. Mandy could feel the murderous stare biting into her skin. With an inner sigh, Mandy poured more water into her glass before moving to Rhys’ side of the table. She wondered if should spit in the overly large-breasted woman’s food and hope it caused her to develop some crazy strand of new disease. Maybe it would make her boobs slip to her ass. Mandy smiled evilly at the thought.
“Okay. Now, I have to know what you’re thinking.”
“What?” Mandy asked, attempting to keep the guilt from her voice even though she knew Rhys had known her too long to believe the false tone.
“You had this whole naughty thing going on with your face, and I have to know.”
She could feel the blades sharpening at her back, but Mandy kept her gaze locked on Rhys. “I have no idea what you mean.” Rhys allowed her blatant lie to slide, and seizing her chance, Mandy added, “I have a business opportunity for you when you have a little time to talk it over.”
Rhys waved toward the empty chair at his side. “I always have time for you. Have a seat.”
The loud huff behind her made Mandy cringe and she really didn’t want to talk it over while he was on a date. “You’re a little busy right now.”
“Actually, I’m not.”
The huff turned into a horrible gasp. Mandy pasted on her best fake smile, speaking through clenched teeth. “All the same.”
A lazy smile grew across his face causing Mandy to wonder if she should sit down after all. In case her knees gave out. Rhys was ridiculous perfection. It wasn’t fair to the rest of the world. Why did he come here and torment her she wondered for the thousandth time. Her gaze slipped from his short-cropped brown hair to the cleft in his chin and the memory of his lips touching hers caused time to slow as she continued staring at him.
“Excuse me, server, I’d like to eat before my food gets any colder. You should move along and do your job.”” Rhys’ date threw enough venom behind the statement that a lesser woman would have run for the hills. The reminder of her presence hit Mandy harder than a truck. She was torn over who she was the angriest with. In the end, it was herself.

Charity Parkerson is an award winning and multi-published author with Ellora's Cave Publishing. Born with no filter from her brain to her mouth, she decided to take this odd quirk and insert it in her characters.
*2013 Readers' Favorite Award Winner
*2013 Reviewers' Choice Award Winner
*ARRA Finalist for Favorite Paranormal Romance
*Five-time winner of The Mistress of the Darkpath


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