Thanks for having me! For you guys, I’ve got exclusive content from my martial arts erotic romance, Below the Belt. This means, it’s not in the book, it’s not anywhere but right here on Carrie’s blog. In this scene, Abe met his match in the sweet, sexy heroine last night. He also managed to screw it up just that quickly. But this is Nationals and he’s a champion, so he’s trying to focus on training…
Abe’s fists thudded against the leather in quick succession, followed by the slam of a roundhouse kick. The freestanding punching bag, despite the weighted base, tipped over with a shudder.
The other guys in the gym looked over at the sound of the crash, but only Rafael was stupid enough to approach him when he was like this. Sweaty and out of breath from his tour on the treadmill, Rafael yanked his earplugs out and leaned against a nearby, still-standing punching bag. “Your mind on something, amigo?”
Abe took a few gulps from his water bottle before dousing his thick head with the rest of it. The cool splash did little to cool his annoyance. Neither did the knowing grin on Rafael’s face.
“Or maybe someone,” Rafael said, “like a pretty girl with a nice pair of – ”
Abe cut him off with a growl. “Aren’t you supposed to be running – not running your mouth?”
Rafael sauntered off, having made his point. As if Abe didn’t know what the problem was. All he’d been able to think about for the long, sleepless night and even longer morning in training was a certain gorgeous woman with a beautiful pair of…well. But none of that mattered, because he’d ruined his shot with her. Even by his own, admittedly low, standards he’d fucked up. Bad enough that he had approached her on a bet, that he had pushed his luck by having sex with her that first night, but his whole dumbass crew had found them together. Shit. A nice guy would have protected her from humiliation like that, not caused it. But then, Abe wasn’t a nice guy.
With a grunt, he righted the punching bag and went to work. Maybe he could work her out of his system, if he hit hard enough, moved fast enough. His muscles burned in protest, but that only made him push himself harder.
Sweat slid into his eyes, stinging and blinding him. He went on fighting, just like he’d always done. More. Harder. Faster. The bag in front of him morphed into a wavy black column. He was moving on instinct. Except his instincts were all screwy. And suddenly the chant in his head wasn’t about fighting at all, but someone else, something entirely different. Something he’d done just last night. Faster. Harder. More. Beautiful, trusting brown eyes blinking up at him, hazy with arousal.
I’m sure our mystery heroine will meet up with him soon, just in time to mess with his head (and other body parts) again. Here’s the blurb to Below the Belt:
Black belt Abe Montgomery is focused on winning gold. But at nationals, Abe meets Paris, a beautiful, mysterious woman. Paris Rivera has sworn off men and martial arts. Her black belt cost her more than years of dedication and sweat. The fight of Abe’s life looms ahead, with his dreams of owning a school and his future with Paris hanging in the balance. He may dominate on the mats, but he’s fallen hard for her. When the time comes for them to part, he may not be able to let her go.
The best new is that Below the Belt is only 99 cents, so spend a couple more hours with Abe and see where it takes him. Fair warning: this is one seriously steamy novella.
Buy it now at Amazon, B&N, or All Romance, or go to http://skyewarren.com/books/below-the-belt/ for an excerpt and more buy links.