Meet
Dax & Kate in the newest standalone in the Sphere of Irony Series.
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Blurb
Dax Davies has one job to fulfill in the Davies household.
Earn money at the family business. The problem is that the family business was
illegal underground fighting.
From a young age, Dax and his brothers are groomed to become
money earners in their father's club. Broken bones and bruises are commonplace.
Their father pits the brothers against each other to 'toughen them up' for the
ring, using his rules to bend his sons to his will. His future is in the cage,
not on stage where he dreams of making music.
Kate Campbell loves one thing in life. Well, two. Soccer and
Dax Davies. Growing up in the poorest part of London, soccer is her personal
escape from reality and from the fact that Dax doesn't seem to know she exists.
She figures if she can be good enough at soccer, maybe she can get away from
Hackney, and leave the poverty behind.
Kate doesn't plan on ever getting to know Dax as more than a
passing acquaintance. In fact, she isn't meant to go with her friend to Dax's
father's business, but that one night changes everything.
***This is book 2 in the Sphere of Irony Series. It can be
read as a standalone. This is a spin-off of the Famous Series***
Excerpt. Dax and Kate's 1st
kiss. Kate's POV.
Before I
can blink, Dax’s huge, calloused hands are framing my face and his mouth
brushes across mine. At first it’s just a whisper, a tease, the contact barely
there. Then, I hear him inhale sharply and his lips press down forcefully,
melding with mine, urging me to open up with quick flicks of his tongue. I melt
against his solid body as he dominates the kiss, completely under his spell to
do with as he wishes. It seems to go on and on—a small slice of paradise in
this blighted spot of East London.
When he
finally pulls back, greedily stealing a few more nips at my mouth, he closes
his eyes and moans. “I knew you’d taste like heaven. You’re an angel, I just
knew it.” His voice is so quiet I wonder if he meant to say it out loud.
Naturally,
I stand there like an idiot, saying nothing… doing nothing. I’ve been kissed
into complete stupidity.
Dax
swipes the pad of his thumb over my damp lips. “See you at school tomorrow.”
Without giving me a single hint of what he’s thinking, he turns and leaves. I
touch my mouth, running a finger over the same spot Dax touched. My heart leaps
into my throat, fluttering so fast I fear it may explode.
Great.
I’m ruined. My first kiss and it was nothing less than brilliant. Dax Davies
just ruined me for every other man from now until the day I die.
Excerpt. Dax notices Kate
Dax's POV
I follow Adam’s gaze to see Ellie hurrying towards us,
towing a friend by the hand. Ellie immediately latches on to Adam, prattling on
about something or other. Tuning out the happy couple, I take a moment to check
out Ellie’s friend, Kate. I’ve seen her around, mostly with Ellie, but she’s in
my maths class as well. In fact, now that I think about it, we’ve been in
school together a long time.
The fact that I didn’t remember her until now makes me
frown, which in turn, makes Kate’s eyes go wide with fear. The girl is fiddling
with her hair, pulling it up into a ponytail. She’s clearly uncomfortable
around me, so, being the heartless prick that I am, I decide to make it worse.
“You’re Kate.”
When impossibly green eyes shoot up to meet mine, big and
innocent looking, all of the smartass comments I have at the ready fall away.
Smooth, lightly freckled skin flushes pink and full lips part, making my cock
sit up and take notice. It’s then I realize I’ve never really looked at Kate
before.
How did I not see how gorgeous this girl is? She’s not
obvious or flashy—no, she’s very… girl next door. Sporty and fit with tawny
brown hair always pulled up on her head, showing off two very high cheekbones.
I’m surprised how affected I am by her. My heart has begun thumping hard and my
palms are sweaty. How angry would Adam be if I shagged Ellie’s best friend?
Probably very. Not that I care much what he thinks.
While I’m thinking of how she looks naked, she gathers
herself together and answers my question. “Yes. I’m Kate.” Shit, even her voice
affects me—soft and slightly scratchy in a sexy kind of way. Now my dick is
throbbing, pressing uncomfortably against my zipper. I need to hear that voice
again.
“I’m Dax. You’re in my maths class.”
Those emerald eyes get even wider and her jaw hangs open.
“How do you know who I am?”
Huh?
“Why wouldn’t I know who you are? Haven’t we been in the
same year for ages?” I furrow my brow, trying to decide if I’m thinking of a
different girl. But no, it’s her, I’m sure of it.
“Y-y-yes. Since third year.”
I hold back a smile, keeping my cool exterior. At least I
got that right. “Well then, apparently I’m not as stupid as some might say.”
Kate’s fingers untwist from her hair, settling on her hips.
Lush, ruby lips turn down in the corners and her eyes narrow. She looks
downright offended. “Who says you’re stupid? You’re in my advanced maths class,
so I know that can’t be true.”
For once in my life I’m speechless. No one ever gives me the
benefit of the doubt or defends my intelligence. Do I bother explaining to her
that most people associate a big, muscled guy with an empty skull? Add in the
underground fighting and they assume I’ve taken enough hits to the head to be
rendered daft and dumb.
No one talks about it, but the teachers here know what I
do—what my dad’s business is. I am the fourth Davies son at this school after
all and they treat me accordingly. They don’t even bat an eye at the bruises
anymore.
I tilt my chin to look down at her. Kate’s not at my eye
level, but for a girl, she’s fairly tall—maybe five foot seven or eight? In
those eyes, eyes as green as the stripes on the Davies family tartan, I see
something I haven’t seen on a girl’s face in… well, ever. Admiration? Respect,
maybe? Is it possible Kate respects me? That she sees past my intimidating
exterior to the man beneath the brawn? That she sees more than just a conquest
to brag to her friends about?
One of dad’s rules pops into my head.
Rule 2—Never let your emotions show.
I lock down the surprise on my face, keeping it to its usual
icy façade.
What if she doesn’t like what she finds? I don’t know why I
care, but suddenly, I don’t want Kate to know about the fighting, the girls, my
family… those goddamn rules. For the first time in my life I’m not proud of my
wins, of all the girls I’ve shagged or had suck me off at the club or behind
the school. For once, I’m truly ashamed of what I am.
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About the Author:
Heather C Leigh
After growing up in New England, I currently live just
outside Atlanta, GA.
I love the Red Sox and hate the Yankees.
I love hot, sexy romance novels, but hate long, drawn out
misunderstandings as a plot line.
I love book series, but hate cliffhangers.
I love alpha males, but hate when they borderline on
abusive.
Mostly? I love love love chocolate.
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