Cocky Cage Fighter Novels

MMA middleweight world champion Jackson "Jax" Malone is arrested and charged with a brutal rape. Newly admitted attorney Page Davenport , eager to get out from her lawyer father's thumb, is selected to represent Jax in the courtroom. Page and Jax struggle to work together, engaging in a knockdown drag-out fight for dominance. When they finally stop taking swings at each other, they're both surprised to realize that sometimes first impressions are completely wrong. In fact, opposites really do seem to attract.

MMA cage fighter Jude Malone leads a simple life - eat, sleep and train. His older brother Jax is a legend in the octagon, and while Jude's had his fair share of recent losses, he's better than his record. He just needs a chance to prove it. When Jude is suddenly offered the fight of a lifetime by his head coach, there is only one tiny string attached. He decides to go for it, but that little string just might turn out to be the one that unravels him completely.

The spotlights are blinding me as I stand on stage mortified in nothing but a white thong bikini, all because my little sister, Mandy, aka the kinky porn star Eve Kelly, is at the moment passed out in a hotel room, high as a kite. Since she owes a loan shark more than $30,000, I agreed to fill in for her tour appearance tonight. If I can just get through two hours of selfies with drunk bastards, I'll be able to go home, shower in Clorox, and get back to my normal life. That was the plan until a gorgeous MMA fighter paid a shitload of money for Eve to give him a private lap dance.

I fell for Hailey the moment I laid eyes on her, before I knew about the three King Kong-sized battles I would have to fight to be with her. By the time Linc warned me that his gorgeous sister with legs a mile long was off limits and “emotionally fragile”, it was too late. There was no turning back. Then there’s my friend Senn, who had a one-night stand with Hailey. He’s trying his best to get a repeat performance during the week of Claire and Linc’s wedding. Sorry, buddy, bros might come before hoes, but they don’t come before sweet Southern belles.