Are you ready for Liam “Takedown” Teague?
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Blurb
This is not made for TV. This is the raw, brutal underground
of no-holds-barred combat. Inside the cage there is nothing but me and the pain
I inflict on those who dare enter. In the cage, I never have to worry about
anyone but myself. Yet, when she began standing outside of the cage, everything
changed. I was no longer fighting for the money or the glory – I was fighting
for her.
Tonya's Review
4 Stars
This is a good start to this trilogy. I’m still wondering about the last 25% of the
book. It was definitely different, that’s
for sure. I don’t think I’ve ever read
something like that. I’m just still
trying to wrap my head around it. It’s
so messed up. I don’t even know what to
make of it. I really want to know what
will happen next. Sorry for being so
vague, but I really don’t want to give anything away.
Liam “Takedown” Teague is an under ground MMA fighter. He grew up rich and now he’s barely making
it. His father kicked him out when he
was sixteen years old. He could go back,
but he doesn’t want that life. He doesn’t
do relationships. Parts of his past come
out throughout the story. There is still
more that needs to be revealed though.
Things start changing for him when he saves, then befriends,
Tria Lynn.
Tria just moved there from a small fishing town in
Maine. She’s there for college. Sorry, but if I give more information about
her, it will have spoilers, so I won’t do that.
I will say I do like both of these characters and I will
read the next to see what will happen next.
I have to know! It does end in a
cliffhanger, but there isn’t a long wait for book 2.
Excerpt #1
“Are you just stupid?” I probably would have gone on, but
she wrapped her arms around herself and glared up at me.
“Stop yelling at me!” she screamed. She turned away, but I saw her reach up with
the back of her hand to swoop underneath her eyes.
Shit.
I turned slightly away from her and practically bit down on
my tongue to keep myself from saying anything else. I brought my fisted hands up against my
stomach and tried to pull the tension inside of myself, work through it, and
calm down. I could hear her crying
combined with choked breaths and sniffles.
“Fuck,” I mumbled under my breath. I was starting to come off the fighting high
I had been on—the tears might have helped with that—and my stomach felt tight.
After three long, deep breaths, I looked back to the girl on
the ground and saw her frantically rubbing at her eyes and cheeks. She didn’t look at me as she reached out and
pulled her mostly empty bag close to her.
She looked inside and then looked around her at all her things on the
ground.
“Sorry,” I mumbled. I
wasn’t all that great at apologies, and I figured now wasn’t going to be much
different. I’d obviously upset her with
all my shitty comments, though. “I
didn’t mean to…I just…”
I stopped talking. I
didn’t know what to say, and I felt bad about yelling at her. She looked at me all red-eyed with tears
staining her cheeks.
“Just don’t do that
shit anymore.” I let out a big sigh.
She nodded once and then reached out to grab something off
the ground near her and shoved it back into the bag. From the amount of stuff scattered all over
the street, my estimate on the size of the so-called purse wasn’t too far
off. There was an umbrella, a little
flashlight, a bunch of tubes and bottles, and at least a half dozen pens. As I looked around some more, I saw a small
notebook, a paperback book, keys, a bottle of hand lotion that was nowhere near
travel sized, a stack of tissues wrapped up in a Ziploc bag, two sets of
earbuds, and a checkbook. There was also
a whole pile of ponytail holders, bobby pins, and those little
hair-holder-things that looked like teeth.
There was shit from her bag from one side of the fucking
street to the other.
She started crawling around, gathering it all up, and
cramming it back inside, which gave me a fabulous view of her ass in the
short-shorts style waitress uniform the place up the street usually
demanded. I could kind of see how she
might have thought she could use the bag as a weapon—there had been more stuff
in there than really should have been able to fit. I looked around on the ground to see if there
was an actual kitchen sink, or at least part of one, but I didn’t see anything
metal. There was something that looked
like a small rock, though.
“How do you even carry that thing around?” I asked.
“What?”
“That…that purse-bag-thingy there,” I said, pointing and
shaking my finger at it. I wouldn’t have
admitted it, but the whole idea of the thing scared me, and I wasn’t sure
why. I felt like if I got too close to
it I might get sucked in, never to be seen again. “It’s insane.”
Her eyes became little slits as she looked up to me.
“There is nothing wrong with my purse!” she growled.
“It’s huge,” I said.
“It has everything I need in it.”
“It has everything you and ten of your friends could need
for a week,” I replied with a laugh. “I
know there are people who carry Chihuahuas in their purse, but you could fit a
Dane in there.”
Excerpt #2
When I got to the top of the stairs, I immediately saw a
figure leaning against the outside of the fence and looking back and forth down
the street quickly. Each time the head
turned, a long brown pony tail bobbed around, and strands of hair got caught in
the chain links. If the short-shorts and
Fin’s logo on the shirt weren’t enough to go on, the gigantic, evil handbag
gave her away.
“What the fuck?” I snarled through the fence.
Tria startled and looked at me, turning quickly on her heel
and holding up her keys clenched in her fist.
I tilted my head to one side and raised an eyebrow at her. What was she going to do, wave them around at
me from the other side of the fence?
“I’m pretty sure that was not meant to take the place of a
ride,” I said, nodding toward the keys in her hand.
“You scared the shit out of me!” Tria yelled. She adjusted the mega-monster purse on her
shoulder and ran her hand through her hair.
“The girl who was driving me got another job. She just walked out today, and there wasn’t
anyone else on my shift with a car.”
“So you’re walking down this street again?” I yelled. I slammed my palms into the chain links,
making the whole side of metal rattle.
She jumped away, stammering.
“I…I…”
I didn’t give her much chance to finish. I was livid.
“After what happened the last time? Seriously, Tria?” I paced over to the edge of the building and
back to the fence again. My fingers
wrapped around the links and yanked.
“You do have a fucking death wish, don’t you?”
“I do not!”
“Then why are you being so stupid?” I screamed. I planted my feet right where they were, and
my heart thumped audibly in my chest.
“I was trying to find you!” she yelled back.
“Well, why didn’t you come in the fucking bar?” I tossed my
hands up into the air. “Is there not a
big ass poster right there in your face saying exactly where I am on Friday
nights?”
“I tried,” Tria said with a glare. “The bouncer wouldn’t let me in.”
“Why not?”
“I’m only twenty,” she said with a shrug.
There was something about that news that flipped a switch in
my head. I knew she looked young, but I
didn’t realize how young. The idea that
she was out here on her own, trying to make a go in this place without even
being old enough to get into a bar killed my anger and made me feel something a
little odd as well. Respect? Maybe even pride?
Whatever it was, it also hardened my dick.
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About the Author:
Shay Savage lives in Cincinnati, Ohio with her family and a
variety of household pets. She is an accomplished public speaker, and holds the
rank of Distinguished Toastmaster from Toastmasters International. When not
writing, she enjoys science fiction movies, masquerading as a zombie, is a HUGE
Star Wars fan, and member of the 501st Legion of Stormtroopers. When the geek
fun runs out, she also loves soccer in any and all forms - especially the
Columbus Crew, Arsenal and Bayern Munich - and anxiously awaits the 2014 World
Cup. Savage holds a degree in psychology, and she brings a lot of that
knowledge into the characters within her stories.
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