Fight is book 2 in the Velocity series and must be read after Fly (http://smarturl.it/FlyAmzn).
Fight picks up right where Fly left off. Taylor is scared, alone, and confused. She knows how she feels and what she needs to do but Colton is making life anything but easy.
Colton remains stuck in between a rock and a hard place with his ProFit contract, his conniving agent Liz, and the track bunny Bria.
Matt and Shane are just as protective over Taylor as ever.
Does Colton succumb to the pressure of fame and fortune? How does he react to Taylor’s news? Can Matt ever forgive Colton for how he’s treated Taylor?
This book is a must read (after Fly)! I love Colton and the rest of the High Octane crew and can’t wait to see more in this series!!
Like many novelists, especially romance writers, my infatuation with a good love story began early. I don’t remember exactly how old I was, but I’ll admit that Barbie and Ken acted more than a couple of the story lines I had in my head (sorry, Mom, but, no, not all of them were kid-appropriate). The obsession continued to grow as I got older and, whenever I left home, I always had a wire-bound notebook and a blue ballpoint pen in hand. In fact, every August, I still get that goofy, schoolgirl itch to buy up oodles of pens and paper, because, while I love my laptop, nothing compares to writing long-hand. If the house is quiet and there’s a thunderstorm rumbling outside, even better.
Not that I have the slightest a clue what a quiet house is anymore. Having three rambunctious (but awesome) kids, a zippy dog and a pesky cat has completely blurred my memory of peace and quiet. Oh, and I have a husband too–I call him the FisherGuy–and he’s probably louder and crazier than all the rest. I think I’ll keep him though. After all, he keeps me in fresh fish year-round (yum!) and he’s good hero material. Did I mention he’s also a firefighter?
We live in Northern Wisconsin and, let me tell ya, living here has provided lots of small-town fodder for this writer’s overactive imagination. Of course, I know no one who’s lived anything close to the steamy experiences I write about (not that I’d tell ya if I did *wink*). There’s something inherently sexy about not knowing what goes on behind closed doors…or even better, letting my imagination run free, concocting all kinds of stories and scenarios and putting them down on paper. Or my laptop.