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The final explosive installment of bestselling author Becca Jameson’s The Underground MMA series! When fighter Sergei Zholdin accepts the FBI agent’s proposition, he knows things are about to get heated. After all, he has lusted after Agent Taylor Brown from the moment he moved to Chicago. Pretend they’re a couple? The idea is laughable. The steam between the two of them is intense. Nevertheless, Sergei agrees to the charade. And they manage to fake like they’re into each other for about two minutes…

Taylor is in over her head. She never should have acted on her boss’s suggestion. She knew better. Moving in with Sergei for the sake of appearances awakens a dormant libido she didn’t even know she had. Sergei takes her places she has only dreamed about every time they close the door to their apartment. If anyone finds out the truth, it could get her fired.

There is a case to solve. A killer to catch. An experimental drug to take down before it hits the black market. Taylor needs to concentrate on her obligations. Sergei needs to concentrate on his construction job and his MMA training.

Their arrangement can’t be permanent. It was never meant to be. When the job is done, Taylor will move on to another case, and Sergei will continue fighting underground MMA. The two of them couldn’t be more different.

The heat inside their bedroom is explosive, but it’s temporary, right?

Book Info

  • Original Title:Torque
  • Author:
  • Rating:9.14 / 10
  • Genre:Romance
  • Language:English
  • ISBN:9781629161440
  • ASIN:-
  • Publisher:Published November 3rd 2016 by The Hartwood Publishing Group


Chapter One

Sergei Zholdin lifted his gaze instinctively, grabbing the sides of the punching ball he’d been intent on battering to death in order to steady its movement. The gym was busy for a Thursday. But that didn’t keep him from sensing that someone had stepped into the sweaty, testosterone-filled room who didn’t belong.

And he was right.

Agent Taylor Brown.

He stared at her, unable to take his gaze off her.

She looked a little lost, as she should. This wasn’t her territory. As far as he knew, she’d never come to the gym before.

She was certainly dressed to work out. But this wasn’t her kind of gym.

He grinned. Taylor’s choice in clothing always made him smile. She was never dressed as an agent. Every time he’d seen her, she’d been wearing something that in no way fit her title. The idea that FBI agents owned nothing but black pa...

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