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Blurb:
Ace Sparks has spent his life trying to make a name for himself in the
world of MMA, but when he comes to the aid of a friend he learns the most
important fights are fought outside the ring.
world of MMA, but when he comes to the aid of a friend he learns the most
important fights are fought outside the ring.
Excerpt:
Copyright © 2010
Charity Parkerson
She was watching him
again. He was used to other people’s curiosity. After all, a guy with a green
Mohawk, several piercings, and quite a few tattoos tended to draw attention.
Those people, however, tried to sneak glances at him when they thought he
wasn’t looking. Not her. She was openly staring. He tried for several minutes
to pretend as if he didn’t notice. When he couldn’t stand it anymore, he
snapped.
“What?’
Lucy smiled seeming
satisfied she’d managed to rattle him. “I was wondering what your real name
is.”
Ace looked around,
confused. “Umm, Ace.”
Lucy gave him a look
that spoke clearly of her disbelief. “Your real God-given name is 'Ace'?”
“Yes.”
“What kind of name is
'Ace'?”
“A good American one,”
he ground out between clenched teeth.
“Were your parents
hippies or gamblers?”
“What kind of name is
'Lucy'?” he shot back.
“It’s short for Lucinda
actually, but I think it’s ugly either way. Ace, on the other hand, is a good
name. It kind of rolls off the tongue. Ace.” She drew out his name as if she
were testing the word.
He drew his brows
together in thought. “Have you been drinking?”
“Nope. Just bored.”
“Okay,” he drawled
slowly. Shrugging, he went back to his workout. He bounced lightly on his toes,
making two short jabs then one quick kick to the bag before she started again.
“Why is your hair green?”
“I dyed it. Why is your
hair brown?” He landed a hard left hook.
“I was born this way.
Well, not really. I was born bald and stayed that way until I was two. My mom
swore I’d never get hair, but obviously I did.”
Spinning, he heel made
contact with the bag. “Do you ever shut up?”
There wasn’t a hint of
repentance in her voice. “No. Not really. How many tattoos do you have?”
Ace growled. He
couldn’t help it. The sound escaped his chest before he could stop it.
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