Denver Lewis is an up and coming MMA fighter who can have any woman he wants but the one he is attracted to worries him. He doesn't share and Cherry Peyton is a top-notch flirt. So far he's been HOLDING STRONG against taking what he wants, but he's weakening.
Cherry had her eyes on Denver since the first time she saw him but he's holding out. When old troubles show up on her doorstep he's the first to come to her side. It doesn't take long for Denver to learn that the carefree flirt he thought he knew was far from the true woman she is and this woman is one he wants ... for ever. All he has to do is get Cherry to trust him enough to let him keep her safe.
HOLDING STRONG will have you holding your breath while burning fingers quickly turn the pages. Author Lori Foster takes readers back into the MMA world in this edition to her "Ultimate" series and the action just keeps rolling. The gang is all there as plans for Cannon and Yvette's [No Limits] wedding and Denver's upcoming match are in play ... add Cherry's problems and you can't put this one down. I believe readers will enjoy the sizzle between Cherry and Denver but will also take pleasure in watching as the trust and love really starts to grow. There are a number of moments that will break your heart for this lovely girl, and you will find it easy to root for Denver to kick some butt.
In addition to their story we get to see snippets of the other members of the group which hopefully gives us a taste of what is to come in future books. I have thoroughly enjoyed everything Ms. Foster has written as many of them are on my TRA shelf as is this one and I can't wait for the next one.
An up-and-coming MMA fighter wants more than just one
night from a
woman fleeing her past in New York Times bestselling
Foster's irresistible new novel.
Heavyweight fighter Denver Lewis plays real nice, but he
share. That's why he's been avoiding top-notch flirt
But a man can only resist those lush curves for so long.
encounter surpasses all his fantasies, bringing out
urges that Cherry's about to need more than she knowsâ€¦
Denver's combination of pure muscle and unexpected
been driving Cherry wild. Yet no sooner does she get what
been craving than old troubles show up on her doorstep.
time, Cherry can't hide behind a carefree facade. Because
by her side is one who'll fight like hell to keep her
she'll trust him enough to let himâ€¦
Her attention went all over his body. â€śSeriously, Denver.
Did you really want to argue right now?â€ť
He searched her face. â€śNo.â€ť Hell no. Especially not with
her looking at him like that. He moved in again, one hand
on the wall by her shoulder. â€śThing is, Iâ€™m not sure you
want what I want.â€ť
For the longest time, their gazes held while her
breathing quickened and her cheeks warmed. Finally, in a
whisper, she asked, â€śDo you want me?â€ť
With one short nod, he pressed her to the wall, feeling
her all along his length. â€śHave for a long time.â€ť
â€śYou hid it well.â€ť
â€śThen Iâ€™m one hell of an actor.â€ť He brushed his mouth
over her forehead. â€śWe have a lot of talking to do, but
Iâ€™d as soon do it after.â€ť
â€śAfter Iâ€™ve had you. Maybe several times.â€ť
She dipped her head down so that he stared at the crooked
part in her fair hair. He brushed his nose against her,
down to her temple, her ear.
Her hands clutched at him. â€śI got the feeling you didnâ€™t
â€śI like you.â€ť It was how her flirting made him feel that
he didnâ€™t like so much.
â€śWeâ€™re finally going to have sex?â€ť
Having her spell it out like that, as if heâ€™d just given
her a gift, added fuel to the fire. He closed his eyes,
drew a breath. â€śThatâ€™d sure be my preference.â€ť
Pushing him back so she could see his face, she asked
anxiously, â€śYou wonâ€™t change your mind?â€ť
The laugh tried to escape, but he wanted her too much to
take a chance on pissing her off. â€śWhereâ€™s your room?â€ť
â€śClose.â€ť On a sharply inhaled breath, she stepped him
back a few paces and darted around him in a rush. â€śCome
At first he just watched her, the sway of that stellar
ass, how her breasts moved, her obvious urgency, the way
her hair teased over her shoulders. She stopped halfway
down the hall and fumbled in her purse before pulling out
a key card. She opened the door, jammed the key card back
into her purse, and glanced at him.
Ah, hell. Definitely close. In a few long strides Denver
Seconds later they were in her room.
A second after that he was kissing her.
OH GOD, HE tasted good, even better than sheâ€™d imaginedâ€”
which seemed incredible because sheâ€™d done a lot of
explicit imagining. Big and bold, he slanted his head and
nudged her lips open so he could lick in with his hot
Whoa, the man seriously knew how to curl her toes.
And so much hunger! If she didnâ€™t know better, she might
think that heâ€™d wanted her as much as sheâ€™d always wanted
him. But that couldnâ€™t be true because he was the one
whoâ€™d started avoiding her. No way had she misunderstood
She just didnâ€™t know why.
He was here with her now, though, and she wanted to do
Gasping for air, Cherry said, â€śWait.â€ť He lifted his head
but stayed close, his hard body pressed to hers,
thrilling her. Sheâ€™d wanted him for so long that the
reality of this happening, finally, almost made her
frenzied to seal the deal. She could feel his warm
breath, the flexing muscles in his chest and arms, and
the intimidating rise of his erection.
But if she thought about that right now, sheâ€™d totally
lose it. Better to concentrate to keep things on track.
Holding on to his bicepsâ€”so sexyâ€”she licked her lips,
swallowed, and managed to say, â€śThe door?â€ť It still stood
open because the second sheâ€™d stepped into the room heâ€™d
Slow, methodical, he slid one hand up her nape and into
her hair, clenching just enough to hold her securely,
keeping her right there against him.
That possessive embrace sent another thrill racing
through her, turning her breath short and shallow, her
heartbeat fast and furious.
With the other hand he shoved the door closed and turned
the lock, then went one further and flipped the security
latch. That all seemed so final that her knees trembled.
His hand in her hair tugged, tipping her head back and
away to give his open mouth access to her throat, tasting
her skin, sucking and licking down to her shoulder, then
concentrating where her frantic pulse raced.
She couldnâ€™t help but groan at the feel of his teeth, his
hot tongue. â€śDenverâ€¦â€ť
He kissed his way back up to her mouth.
So much heat suffused her, she felt light-headed. At the
last second, she turned her head. â€śI need five minutes
for a shower.â€ť
That clever hand in her hair brought her face back
around. â€śLater.â€ť And then his mouth was on hers again,
his tongue delving, consuming.