Title: Beat
Series: The Beat and the Pulse #1
Author: Amity Cross
Release Date: October 6, 2014
Synopsis
Renee "Ren" Miller was five when her Dad left to go to the shops and never came back.
Left to grow up with a cancer riddled mother, things have never been easy for a teenager who had to be wise beyond her years. Then one day they lose the battle and she’s all alone.
Now twenty-two, Ren reluctantly goes to find her estranged father. He owns the down and out boxing studio, Beat, and Ren finds herself drawn to the ring. She thrives on learning a new way of fighting a life that kept kicking her down…instead of struggling against the current, she kicks it right between the legs.
Then one day, Ash Fuller, her Dad's star fighter comes back to town. Mysterious, handsome… Dangerous… Everything Ren doesn't need.
But he's got other ideas…
…and so does she.
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Review by Emma Mistress of Dark & Twisted
***Obsessed by Books arc copy given in exchange for an honest review ***
Beat is the first fighter book by Amity Cross in a new underground series.
Renee Miller is a dark, strong sassy woman whose been beaten down by a bad hand in life, with caring for a terminal parent alone she's never had much to enjoy. Fulfilling her mother's last wish she contacts her estranged father who own the Boxing Club BEAT and their begins her fresh start.
One day Ash Fuller comes stalking into her life at the dead of night literally. A toned, green eyed, huge god of a fighter. They both are drawn to each other but hidden truths, agendas and factors keep raining punches to keep them apart. Can they beat the odds against them to both come out prizes winners or will they both be left beaten, alone and damaged ringside watching what could've been theirs??
This book had me hooked from the first page and I need book 2 Pulse now!!!
Excerpt
My fist slammed into the heavy leather bag, the impact
jolting up my arm and absorbing into my torso.
The only light was from the back row of fluorescents
I’d switched on over the ring. It was dark, murky and helped me pretend I was
someplace else. The drama from the daylight hours was gone and it was just me
and the darkness. Exactly the way I liked it.
I began another set of punches, hair sticking to the
sweat beading across the back of my neck. Structure. This was the only thing
that was predictable in my life and I needed predictable.
Stance. Guard. Punch. Guard. Repeat.
There was a loud cough behind me and I spun on my
heel, heart thumping in my chest, and my gaze collided with Ash’s.
“Fuck,” I exclaimed, holding a hand over my heart. “Don’t
fucking do that, Ash.” Typical. The creeper was being all creeper again.
“What are you doing?” He stared at me, his gaze
hovering a little too long on my bare midriff.
I steadied the bag with one hand, taking deep breaths.
“What does it look like?”
“I’ve never seen…” He trailed off and I wondered if
I’d finally made the Golden Boy lost for words.
I
turned my back so I didn’t have to look at him. “What? A woman in a sports bra?
Highly doubt it.” I rolled my eyes and wiped my forehead with the back of my
arm. Even though I couldn’t see, I felt his gaze burning into my skin and I
suppressed the urge to squeeze my thighs together. Infuriating, self-absorbed,
arrogant…
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