Today we have the release day for Grappling for Position by Melynda Price! Check it out and grab your copy today!
Title: Grappling for Position
Author: Melynda Price
Genre: Sports Romance
About Grappling for Position:
Willow Scott is sweet, innocent, and 100% untouchable. She’s the epitome of everything MMA fighter Regan “Rapscallion” Matthews has always wanted, but will never have. A woman like her deserves more than a scrapper from the wrong side of the tracks–the Scott’s charity case. Unfortunately for Regan, his best friend’s little sister is all grown up and she’s tired of playing by the rules. When Willow sees something she wants, she goes after it–damn the consequences–and her sights are set on him. With a shot at the Welterweight title finally within his grasp, Willow Scott is a distraction Regan can’t afford. But this willful woman is determined to make him tap-out. Willow has been in love with Regan Matthews since she was in pigtails and braces. Over the years, she’s all but given up hope of her brother’s friend returning her affection, but a part of her never stopped praying that someday he would see her as more than Kyle Scott’s annoying little sister. If Willow has her way that’s all about to change, and Regan must decide if he’s willing to risk losing his best friend and the Welterweight title for a woman he doesn’t deserve but cannot live without. **All Against the Cage books can be read as stand-alones**Get Your Copy Today!
Exclusive Excerpt:
Stepping forward, he grabbed Willow’s arm and none too gently hauled her out of the locker room like she was some kid who’d just gotten caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
What in the hell was his problem? Regan didn’t manhandle her. Well, he had—once—but she’d been sixteen years old and getting trashed at a party she had no business being at, messing around with a guy who’d had less than honorable intentions. But she wasn’t a kid anymore, dammit, and it was high time Regan realized that and stopped treating her like one.
“Regan, let go of me!”
He kept on walking, pulling her along like she didn’t have her brakes on. How humiliating. This was her place of work, and it was important that these fighters respected her. If anyone saw them right now they’d think . . . You know what? It didn’t matter what they thought. She was sick and tired of worrying about what everyone else thought of her.
“Goddammit, I said let me go! I’m not a little kid, Regan!”
He did stop—abruptly—spinning on her with that famed lightning speed that made Regan “Rapscallion” Matthews undefeated in the welterweight division. And. He. Was. Furious. But so was she, and Willow wasn’t about to go down without a fight.
“How dare you come busting into that locker room and strong-arm me, especially in front of another fighter! In case you haven’t noticed, I’m an adult, capable of making my own decisions. You can’t keep playing my brother’s heavy, chasing off every guy that comes near me.”
“I’m not chasing off every guy. I’m chasing off that guy. Is he really what you want? That guy’s laid more track than a fucking train.”
“Kind of the pot calling the kettle black, don’t you think?” she snapped, shoving his shoulder. At least he had the decency to look embarrassed. “Aiden already told you. I accidentally ran into him. He was keeping me from falling. That’s all.”
“You didn’t look like you were in danger of falling when I came in there and found his hands on you.”
So, that definitely sounded like jealousy, but it didn’t bring the expected thrill of hope this time. It made her short fuse snap, crackle, and pop. It took a lot of nerve to stand there, towering over her like some overbearing Neanderthal. He didn’t want her, so how dare he act like no one else could?
“You know what? If I did want Aiden, that’s my business. Just like who you fucked after you left my house last night is yours!” She thought she saw him wince. “But I don’t want Aiden. And I think you know full well who I do want. But you’ve made it abundantly clear I’m the only one who feels that way!”
She turned to walk away, and he snagged her wrist, yanking her back around. If she didn’t know him, didn’t trust him, she would have been scared as hell.
“You think I don’t feel it?” he roared, his voice booming down the hall. “Believe me, Willow, I fucking feel it! It’s all I’ve felt for four goddamn years! But this can’t happen. You know that as well as I do! Kyle would never allow it, and I can’t lose my best friend over you.”
“Kyle is unreasonable! He always has been when it comes to me.”
“Can you blame him? You’re all he has left, Willow. You’ve been his entire life for the past five years. You think he wanted to be a fighter? This was my dream, not his. He saved me when I was a kid, and he saved you when your parents died. He deserves better than to have his best friend start fucking his little sister.”
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