HOLDING STRONG by Lori Foster Release Week Blitz
An up-and-coming MMA fighter wants more than just one night
from a woman fleeing her past in Lori’s irresistible new novel.
Heavyweight fighter Denver Lewis plays real nice, but he
doesn’t share. That’s why he’s been avoiding top-notch flirt Cherry Peyton. But
a man can only resist those lush curves for so long. Their encounter surpasses
all his fantasies, bringing out protective urges that Cherry’s about to need
more than she knows…
Denver’s combination of pure muscle and unexpected
tenderness has been driving Cherry wild. Yet no sooner does she get what she’s
been craving than old troubles show up on her doorstep. And this time, Cherry
can’t hide behind a carefree façade. Because the man by her side is one who’ll
fight like hell to keep her safe…if only she’ll trust him enough to let him…
“Holding Strong will have you holding
your breath while burning fingers quickly turn the pages.”
“…a fun and sexy read. It has a touch of suspense to it as
well to keep the pace of the story going along.”
“The men of Foster’s Ultimate series may be powerful
fighters, but they are all heart, and none more so than the hero of this
installment. His unwavering support for his feisty, frightened heroine redeems
them both in time, but it is their searing chemistry that will hold readers’
attention.”
“Foster…manages to keep characters evolving throughout the
course of a novel, becoming true ‘heroes’ by the time ‘The End’ rolls around.”
Shaking his head, Denver turned back to the bar—and almost
bumped into Cherry Peyton. The time of the night and so much dancing had left
her bouncy blond hair a little messy, her makeup a little smudged, her skin
flushed and dewy.
She looked so damn hot, his guts tightened.
One hand on the stool next to him, she asked, “Mind if I
join you?”
Struggling with himself, Denver hesitated too long, causing
her to retrench.
“Unless you’d rather I didn’t?” Watching him with big dark
eyes that now looked wounded, she let out a breath. “You’re probably hoping to
hook up, right? Stack and Miles already did, so I didn’t want to get in their
way.”
Yeah, until he’d gotten preoccupied with watching her, that
had been the plan. A one-night stand with a nameless woman he’d never have to
see again. Relieve some stress. Get his head together. Then walk away.
Man, had shit gone awry on that plan.
And again, he’d hesitated too long.
Twisting her mouth, she nodded. “Got it.” She tucked her
hair behind her ear with trembling fingers. “Sorry I intruded. It won’t happen
again.” Her cheeks were hot, her eyes glassy as she turned away.
“Hey.” Before she’d taken a full step, Denver gestured at
the seat. “Suit yourself.”
Given the length of time it had taken him to issue the
invite, she should have been insulted. He half expected her to tell him to go
to hell.
Instead, after considering him for several heartbeats, she
slid that shapely ass up next to him.
“You’re staying in the hotel across the street, too?”
Why did she ask about the hotel? Looking at her lips, he
said, “Yeah.”
“So am I.”
Damn, he didn’t need to know that.
She blew a curl away from her face. “I’m glad I decided not
to drive back tonight.” Releasing a deep breath, she closed her eyes. “I’m
beat.”
Seeing Cherry rub her temples, he asked, “Headache?”
“It’s so loud in here.”
Frowning, Denver stroked back her soft hair and put his palm
to her forehead. Damn it. “You’re hot.”
At first she froze, while the rise and fall of her breasts
gave away her deeper breathing.
Because of a simple touch? How was he supposed to resist
that? Slowly, he withdrew.
And she relaxed. “Thanks. I think you’re hot, too.” She
smiled at her jest. “Too much dancing, I guess. It’s so noisy and warm and…I
should probably turn in.”
Denver watched her slide back off that barstool without
commenting, without an offer to walk her over, without…anything.
She hesitated, giving him plenty of opportunity, and he saw
the moment she gave up—probably on more than tonight.
Maybe for good.
It’d be for the best, but damn, the idea bothered him.
After a soft sigh, she said, “Good night, Denver.”
He felt like a coward. “Cherry.” Reaching out, he caught her
wrist.
She turned, her gaze searching his.
“Hang on.”
Her short, humorless laugh cut him. “Why?”
Without meaning to, he rubbed his thumb over her knuckles.
Her hand was so small, delicate and soft.
There were a lot of rowdy guys hanging around, adrenaline
pumping from the fights, either from watching or partaking, their discretion
weakened by alcohol.
That excuse served as good as any.
“I’ll walk you over.”
“You really don’t need to do that. It’s just across the
street.” She stared up at him. “Unless you want to.”
Yeah, he wanted that—and so much more. They both knew it.
The only question now was whether or not they’d each follow through.
Since first publishing in January 1996, Lori Foster has
become a USA Today, Publisher’s Weekly and New York Times bestselling author.
Lori has published through a variety of houses, including Kensington, St.
Martin’s, Harlequin, Silhouette, Samhain, and Berkley/Jove. She is currently
published with HQN.
Lori hosts a very special annual “Reader & Author” event
in West Chester, Ohio. Proceeds from the event have benefited many worthy
causes, including the Hamilton County YWCA Battered Women’s Shelter, the Animal
Adoption Foundation, The Conductive Learning Center for children with spina
bifida and cerebral palsy, and The One Way Farm, Children’s Home.
Each year Lori donates all proceeds from one book to
charity. You can see the benefit romance books here :http://lorifoster.com/benefit-books/
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