Wikkid.Sexy.Cool.

There, I said it. My family already knows and they’re fine with it, because they love Nate and Nick Diaz too.

That’s why I took a little bit of Nate’s “I don’t give a fuck, just gimme my check” personality for the lead male in this upcoming novella:

The TAKEDOWN – the rocky romance of two MMA fighters who come up against an opponent neither one of them are prepared for.

The Takedown is a book that features several other characters from ebooks I’ve written, like Derek and Nicole from The Stone Boy, Ethan and Torii from At Last, among others. I’ll have a free extended excerpt up on Amazon as my March Madness final four.

I’ve got a number of other books that I’d readying for release, so I’m not able to blog as often as I’d like until I get these other stories published that are much longer reads.

Excerpt from The Takedown:

Didn’t I blow your mind this time . . . 

Sly kept playing with my hand. “Why’d you start calling yourself ‘The Bastard?’ ”

“I didn’t chose it. It’s what I’ve been called ever since I was a kid.” I changed my voice to imitate Jelly’s. “Killian, you little fookin’ bastard.”

“Oh, so if you say it, then it can’t hurt you, huh? So you’ve turned the tables and made it into a badge of honor.” That was the thing about Sly. She was wise beyond her years, especially when she added, “But that’s a shitty label to stick on a kid. If you don’t mind I’m not gonna call you that.”

“You might end up using it,” I mumbled, refusing to meet her eyes.

“Not unless you’re planning on doing something to make me call you that. Is that what you’re saying?

“I’ve been told the name suits me.”

“So you’ve decided to live up to it? Or, excuse me, are you’re gonna live down to acting like a bastard?”

I rubbed at my temples. This conversation was starting to give me a headache. “Are we gonna fuck again or not?” After her sharp intake of breath I expected to hear a ton of profanity directed my way. Instead she just stared at me real hard, and I mean really hard. I blinked first. “Ay, you know I didn’t mean for it to come out that way.”

“I think you already know my answer.”

“Aw come on, Sly.”

“No, you come on. I thought you were ready for me, but you’re not.” She slipped out of bed, sitting on the edge of the mattress with her back to me. All it did was give me a real good look at her fine brown apple bottom. “It’s cool though,” she sniffed, as if last night never happened. “I won’t go storming off like some little bitch. I’m gonna use your bathroom and then I’ll take a taxi home.”

“What if I don’t want you to go?”