Nice guys finish last. Words I live by. In my world, it pays to be the bad guy...and I'm very good at being bad. I have a thriving business built on blood, sweat and tears-literally. Underground fights are my bread and butter, and no one interferes with that if they know what's good for them. Not even some expensive-looking blonde, with dark blue eyes and a mouth that doesn't know when to stop. Babysitting Lela Morgan starts out as a favour to a "friend," but the longer I'm forced to look out for her, the harder it is to keep my hands to myself. And the more I want her, the crueller my words become. But in my dangerous world I cannot afford to be seen to be going soft. For the first time in my life, I'm close to losing control. The harder I push her away, the harder she pushes my buttons. But she's tougher than she looks, and she's not going down without a fight. Could it be that enemies make the best lovers?