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Title:
Chasing a Legend
Author: Sarah Robinson
Genre: August 22nd
About Chasing a Legend:
The most soulful Kavanagh brother tackles the challenge of a
lifetime—with a little help from the girl of his dreams.
“Fans of Lori Foster’s SBC Fighters series will love the MMA
atmosphere of [Sarah] Robinson’s Legends.”—Library Journal
A topnotch manager and agent, Quinn Kavanagh pictures a life
outside of his family’s renowned MMA gym. Beneath his sleek exterior, Quinn has
a secret passion for sculpting. But after a nearly fatal motorcycle accident,
he’s struggling just to walk again, let alone get back to the studio—and it
doesn’t help that the doctor in charge of his physical therapy is his childhood
crush. Quinn’s always ready for a fight, but the bittersweet sting of
unrequited love has him begging for mercy.
Dr. Kiera Finley is determined to make her medical residency
a success. Six years ago, she gave in and shared a single passionate night with
Quinn. Now she’s just hoping the cocky lover from her past doesn’t derail her
plans for the future. Little by little, though, Kiera gets to know another side
of Quinn. She knew he was a family man, devoted to his parents and brothers,
but he’s also a free spirit trapped in a cage—and only she has the key. To heal
both Quinn’s body and soul, Kiera’s tempted to give him a special kind of
medicine.
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Catch up on the Series Today:
BREAKING A LEGEND:
SAVING A LEGEND:
BECOMING A LEGEND:
Advance Praise:
"Robinson concludes her Kavanagh Legends contemporary
quartet (after Becoming a Legend) with a perfect blend of smoldering heat and
gentle tenderness. After an accident, mixed martial arts fighter Quinn Kavanagh
is placed under the care of physical therapist Keira Finley, his first and only
love. She has no idea that she broke his heart when she left for college six
years earlier. They’d been best friends since they were kids and never
experienced life without each other’s unwavering support, but when Quinn didn’t
ask her to stay, Keira needed to prove to herself that she could make it on her
own. Quinn’s emotional scars run a lot deeper than the physical ones. He’s
afraid to open himself up to Keira again, but with the encouragement of his
boisterous, fun-loving family, he learns to give to himself as freely as he’s
always given to others. This endearing story showcases Keira and Quinn’s easy
banter, familiar warmth, and unquenchable heat. Quinn is the last Kavanagh
brother to meet his mate, but subtle mentions of potential future love matches
among their friends will leave readers eager for spin-offs." - Publisher's
Weekly
Exclusive Excerpt:
“I’m leaving Legends now. My bags are packed, so be ready to
go as soon as I get there,” Quinn said into the phone, his thick arm flexing as
he twisted it to look at his watch.
“UK, here we come!” his older brother Kane shouted through
the line. Quinn could practically see him fist-pumping the air. “You’re the
best manager ever, Q!”
“Better believe it, Killer.” Quinn laughed before
disconnecting the call and pushing his phone into a small interior pocket of
the leather jacket that fit snugly over his chiseled back and broad shoulders.
Straddling his prized possession, a classic Ducati he’d kept
in pristine condition for years, Quinn pulled on his helmet and gloves. His
shaggy black hair peeked out from under the edges of the helmet, framing his
face. Though covered in leather, glimpses of his love of ink showed on his neck
and hands. What could not be seen was how the tattoos continued onto his chest
and back as well. He loved the images, and each one had a special meaning to
him—a falcon across his chest in midflight to symbolize his yearning for
freedom, a dragon wrapping his arm to mark the fire in his blood, the Kavanagh
family crest and motto in Gaelic on his back to represent family pride, along
with phrases and names of people and moments that had made him who he was.
But the small metal bar through his eyebrow, or the
piercings in his ear? Those were just for fun.
The motorcycle roared to life beneath him, easily heard from
blocks away, as he pulled out onto the main street and headed for his parents’
house to meet his brother. He might not live there any longer, but he’d grown
up in that house, and it would always feel like home. The whole neighborhood
was his home; he knew everyone there, and everyone knew the Kavanaghs—for
better or worse.
Quinn rode past the quaint houses in the Woodlawn area of
the Bronx, going through a mental checklist of everything he needed to do
before Kane competed next week. The International MMA Championship, held in
London this year, was the biggest mixed martial arts competition in the world.
Kane had won that championship the last two years, giving him the title of
World’s Greatest MMA Fighter. Kane planned to win a third time next week and
Quinn was eager to stand by his side when he did.
It’d been three short years since his brother had been
thrust into the public spotlight after winning his first U.S. National
Championship in Vegas. Quinn beamed proudly at the memory. Even though he
wasn’t the one in the cage, he still felt a part of his brother’s success,
having managed his entire career from the beginning. Kane’s win was Quinn’s
win. It was a win for all the Kavanaghs—something they each really needed after
everything the family had been through.
As he approached his parents’ street, he signaled with both
his right hand and turn signal that he was switching lanes. A large truck
whistled past, completely ignoring his signal. Quinn yanked the bike to the
left, narrowly escaping a collision as his heart leapt into his throat.
Asshole.
Taking a deep breath to calm the adrenaline shooting through
his body at the close call, Quinn carefully looked around, and once he’d
confirmed that the right lane was clear, he again signaled his intentions.
Sliding the bike into the right lane, he accelerated, eager to get to his
childhood home.
That was his last thought before it happened.
His family.
How happy he was.
How much he loved his life.
A silver sedan parallel-parked against the curb nosed out
into the right lane, directly in front of Quinn’s bike. His eyes widened as the
air left his lungs, and he attempted to swerve around the sudden obstacle.
But there was no time. There was no space.
The front wheel of his bike slammed into the front wheel
well of the sedan, and Quinn was weightless. He barely had a moment to blink
before he was twisting through the air—over the handlebars, over his bike, over
the sedan.
He heard the impact before he felt it.
His body skidding over the unforgiving pavement as wind
rushed past him—a crunching, tumbling screech. Car horns firing, people
screaming—or was he screaming? The echoes inside his helmet both muted and
deafened.
But then he felt it, and it was fucking hell.
The crack of bones, a searing pain shooting through him.
Every nerve ending in his body set on fire at the force of impact, consuming
him till he was certain he couldn’t stand another second of it. Sliding across
the pavement, his skin burned against the grating asphalt, his leather gear no
match for the unforgiving surface.
And then it was quiet.
So fucking quiet as he stared up at the sun and waited . . .
for what, he didn’t know.
He wasn’t connected to his body, but somehow trapped inside
it. Quinn tried to call for help, tried to get up, but his lungs and limbs
ignored his commands.
Just as his eyes began to flutter closed, the pain
overtaking him, pushing him beyond what he could ever handle . . . he saw her.
Her strawberry-blond hair falling down past her soft pink cheeks, the sun
creating a halo behind her. Her fingertips grazed his face, and she whispered
to him so softly he barely made out what she said. Light blue eyes, nearly
translucent in their brightness, told him to just hold on . . . don’t let go .
. . don’t give up.
And then she was gone.
And so was he.
About the Author:
Aside from being a Top 10 Barnes & Noble and Amazon
Bestseller, Sarah Robinson is a native of the Washington, DC area and has both
her Bachelors and Masters Degrees in forensic and clinical psychology. She is
newly married to a wonderful man who is just as much of an animal rescue
enthusiasts as she is. Together, they own a zoo of rescues including everything
from mammals to reptiles to marsupials, as well as volunteering and fostering for
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