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Fighting Dirty

Fighting Dirty, March 2016
Ultimate #4
by Lori Foster

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Featuring: Merissa Colter; Armie Jacobson
ISBN: 0373789742
EAN: 9780373789740
Kindle: B0166ASG4Y
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"FIGHTING DIRTY is my favorite of the series."

Fresh Fiction Review

Fighting Dirty
Lori Foster

Reviewed by Annie Tegelan
Posted February 22, 2016

Romance | Romance Contemporary | Romance Erotica Sensual

Armie Jacobson is good for one thing and one thing only. One night stands are his specialty, but when a single kiss keeps him from diving into bed with other women, Armie knows he has it bad. He manages to keep his distance from his best friend's little sister until he rescues Merissa from an armed robbery. And then, he's unable to stay away. As Lori Foster explores this blooming romance, readers get a dose of sweetness from Merissa and the downright dirty from Armie. I really love both of these characters together. They were playful and hot, surprising me with their intensity from the very first page. Foster does a great job of creating tension between them, building it until it reaches its boiling point. I also love the involvement of Cannon on this one, who is Merissa's older brother. As some of the previous couples from the series and some cameos from Foster's other series pop in here and there, you definitely get a sense of community from the group. While I had Armie pretty much figured out early on in the book, Merissa surprised me. At first she came across as uncertain, maybe a little hurt that Armie had rejected her, but she definitely delivered when it was time. I love her sass and her spirit, and I think she is the light this book needed. I am very pleased with how her character came out. FIGHTING DIRTY is my favorite of the series. Expertly blending the sweet and the sinful in an intoxicating mix, Lori Foster will no doubt get readers drunk on her hotter than hell fighters.

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SUMMARY

With the life he's led and the muscles he's gained, Armie Jacobson isn't afraid of anything. Except maybe Merissa Colter's effect on him. It's not just that she's his best friend's little sister. Fact is, she deserves better. Women pursue him for one night of pleasure, and that's all he wants to offer. Until rescuing Merissa from a robbery leads to the most erotic encounter of his life. Good girl meets bad boy. It's a story that rarely ends well. But Merissa is taking matters into her own hands. No matter how he views himself, the Armie she knows is brave, honorable and completely loyal. And as past demons and present-day danger collide, they're both about to learn what's truly worth fighting for…

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FIGHTING DIRTY In Cannon and Merissa’s kitchen during a party... Merissa looked at Armie. He used to keep his hair bleached almost white, but lately he’d left it alone and now it was back to a more natural dark blond. Still a little spiky, but not such a dramatic contrast to his chocolate brown eyes. Tattoos lined his forearms, and though she couldn’t see it right now, not with him wearing a shirt, she knew he had another, more understated tat between his shoulder blades. Faded jeans hung low on his lean hips, hanging a little long over running shoes. Across the front of his snug fitting black T-shirt were the words FREE ORGASMS boldly displayed. Merissa cleared her throat. “Don’t like tea?” “Not particularly.” He set aside the tea glass Yvette had forced on him, and went to the fridge. With his head stuck inside, Merissa felt free to look over his body. Her gaze went to the colorful tribal tattoos decorating his thick forearms up to his elbows. She didn’t mind them, but she loved the smooth, taut skin over his biceps more. For one startling second his shirt pulled up and she saw a strip of flesh above the waistband of his boxers. Muscles shifted everywhere, sending liquid heat to burn through her system. She fanned her face. “Yvette is trying to save you from yourself.” “Lost cause,” Armie muttered as he stepped away with a beer and closed the refrigerator. Leaning back on the table, he popped the tab, lifted the beer to his mouth - and Yvette, who’d just reentered the kitchen without him noticing, snatched it away. Very sweetly, she said, “Cannon told me you’re on a strict diet for your upcoming fight.” “It’s two months away!” “Cannon said you’d say that.” “Yeah?” His eyes narrowed as he looked around. “Where is your husband?” Ignoring his implied threat, Yvette laughed. Armie gave up the hard act. “One beer won’t hurt anything, honey.” He took it back from her. “Promise.” Yvette didn’t look convinced, but she gave in. “All right. One.” She slanted her gaze to Merissa. “Do me a favor, Rissy, and make sure he behaves.” Merissa sputtered, but Yvette had already walked off with the chips, leaving her and Armie alone in the kitchen once more. Armie looked at her, his expression carefully blank, his muscles tensed. She let out a long, dramatic sigh. “One Mississippi. Two Mississippi. Three Mis -” He frowned. “What are you doing?” “Seeing how long it takes you to panic and run.” He took a step back. “I don’t panic.” “Bull.” She pushed away from the counter and saw his eyes flare. “Ever since that ill-fated kiss a few months ago, you see me and hightail it in the opposite direction. But don’t worry, Armie. You’re safe from my evil clutches. I got the message loud and clear.” Leaving her drink on the counter, she started off. Armie caught her arm. Just that. His big hand wrapped around her upper arm, warm, strong. Gentle but firm. Her back to him, her heartbeat thundering, Merissa waited. He said nothing, but after a few seconds his thumb moved over her skin. It almost stopped her heart, and how pathetic was that? He didn’t want her. He’d made it as plain as he could. Back in November he’d kissed her, then immediately told her it was a mistake. Now it was February and in all that time he’d barely even looked at her. “I don’t mean to run you off.” He stepped closer. Close enough that she felt the warmth of his body. Shoring up her resistance, forcing herself to remember her new resolve, Merissa turned to face him. Her height and the small heels on her boots put her on a level with him. He stared into her eyes, and then down at her mouth. Desperate yearning stole her breath and turned her denial into a whisper. “No.” “No?” he asked, just as softly. Flattening both hands to the front of that ridiculous shirt, her palms over his solid chest, she stepped him back. “You kissed me once. Felt like you meant it at the time - until you got all disgusted.” His chin lifted. “Disgusted? Not even.” Undeterred, Merissa pressed a fist to her heart. “You leveled me, Armie. You made me feel terrible. Over a single kiss. So yeah, I get it. You don’t want me. Understood. Believe me, I don’t want to put myself through that again.” Before she could move he caught her arm once more. She stared at him, waiting, some small part still hopeful that he’d say something to change it all. He didn’t. His gaze shuttered, his jaw working, he fought himself. And then, as if by force of will, he opened his fingers and turned her loose. Almost choking on her hurt, Merissa turned to leave - and nearly crashed into her brother. His muscular little mutt, Muggles, yapped at her. Cannon took one look at her and drew her into his side. “Hey, you okay?” Armie made to move past them, but without accusation, Cannon blocked him.

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