Life isn’t fair.
Hadley James learned early on in life the easy path was not in her future, and the past six months have been a testament to that. Losing her sister and getting guardianship of her nephew have knocked her world off its axis with no one there to help.
She takes the only job she can find to pay the bills, but it doesn’t exactly make her feel like the motherly type. Slinging cocktails ‘til two o’clock in the morning, then waking up four hours later to get her nephew out the door, leaves little time for anything but work and sleep.
Struggling to find a way to make ends meet, all Hadley wishes for is a normal life for her nephew, and a full night’s sleep for herself.
Is that really too much for a girl to ask for?
Life is damn good.
Tate Holten co-owns a successful karate studio, has a gorgeous house, a brand new car, and the freedom to do whatever he wants, whenever he wants. Life couldn’t have dealt him a better hand.
Although, spending most of his time at Powerhouse leaves Tate with little social life, and lately, he’s been looking for something different.
Something or someone to share his life with seems to be the only thing he can’t have.
Constantly searching for that one special thing leads Tate to Hadley, and he instantly knows she’s what he has been looking for.
Tate just wants to save Hadley and give her everything she needs, but Hadley isn’t looking for a handout from anyone.
Tate is faced with his biggest challenge yet of convincing Hadley he isn’t just some guy looking to land in her bed for one night. But will Hadley give him the chance, or will Tate have to take love to the mat to prove to Hadley he’s just what she needs?
- Original Title:Love on the Mat
- Author:Winter Travers
- Rating:9.34 / 10
- Publisher:Published May 29th 2017 by Snowflake Publications
I hated mornings.
Nothing good ever happened before noon. At least not to me.
In the past six months since my nephew moved in, mornings had become something that I couldn’t avoid. Getting a sixteen-year-old out the door for school was no joke; especially when the sixteen-year-old hated mornings more than I did.
I yanked back the comforter he had pulled over his head and tossed it on the floor. “Ry, get your butt up. You’re going to be late for school, and I don’t feel like explaining to Principal Pey why we aren’t morning people. He doesn’t care.” When I went on a tangent about how mornings should be outlawed and the official work day shouldn’t start until noon, I think I lost what little credibility I had.
Ryker mumbled from under the sheet and slightly stirred. I should have pulled off all of his covers.
“Move it, Ry. We need to be out...