KNOCKOUT, New Adult Fighter Romance

by J.C. Valentine
Wayward Fighters #1
Publication Date: April 6, 2014
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, MMA, Sports Romance



From the wrong side of the tracks…

Alyson Blake had learned early on that the only one she could depend on was herself. The only light in her life was a boy whom everyone agreed was destined for prison; but with his first kiss, he had set her soul on fire. Since the day the police dragged him away in handcuffs, she had managed to lead a quiet life, but when she attends an event fraught with mayhem, trouble resurfaces.

The one person she can’t forget…

Jamison Weston is the kind of guy dads load their shotguns for; endowed with a hot temper and a rap sheet as long as both tattooed arms. Known as “The Judge,” Jami’s hot temper, lethal fists, and cocky attitude have earned him respect and admiration both in and out of the ring. But just when he thinks he’s pummeled his past to death, Alyson Blake reenters his life.

Two paths collide…

After years of separation, Alyson is eager to reexplore the man who’s never left her thoughts, but for Jamison, she’s both the distraction he wants, but doesn’t need. As the two embark on a relationship that neither of them expected or bargained for, an outside threat closes in. When Alyson crosses the line of professionalism and takes her work home with her, her life is put in danger, leaving Jamison with no choice but to once again step in and become her protector.




Her eyes warmed as she studied him. Touching his face, she traced the line of his jaw from ear to chin. Then her fingers found his lips. He opened his mouth and licked the tips as she skimmed his bottom lip, and he committed the sultry look that flashed in her eyes to memory. “You don’t lie to me, do you?”

Jami held her head in his hands and looked into her eyes. “No, and I never will.” Jami couldn’t tear his eyes away. She smiled up at him, her expression soft, welcoming. Completely open to him. No one had ever looked at him quite like she did. As if she trusted him, and she did. He knew that. It wasn’t even a question.

He could fall in love with this girl. With this woman. This person who was his friend, and the only one who knew everything about his past—everything—and didn’t judge him for it. Even Coach didn’t know what he had done before they crossed paths. He knew he had a history with the cops and a bad home life, and that was the extent of it. Was she what people thought about when they thought of soul mates? The type of person they dreamed of when combing the world for The One?

How was a guy to know?

“If you keep looking at me like that, you’re face is going to freeze. All the guys at the gym will laugh at you, and then I’ll be forced to fight for your honor.”

Jami smirked, peeled her shirt up to expose her abdomen, and lowered his head. He glanced up at her. “You have a sassy mouth, Ally. I aim to fix that.”

“What—Jami!” Ally wheezed and squirmed beneath him in a futile attempt to escape his teasing tongue. Again and again, he swirled his tongue across her stomach, chuckling with each clench of her muscles, each lost breath, and squeal of delighted torture. When she grabbed two fistfuls of his hair and pulled, he decided to have mercy on her before she ripped a chunk of it from his scalp.

Somehow, he just didn’t think bald or patchy would be a good look for a guy his age.

“All right, okay,” he said, pulling her hands away gently. “Truce.”

Her laughter abated. When he let go of her hands, her arms fell out to the side. “You’re such an ass,” she panted. “My abs will hurt tomorrow, thanks to you.”

“No, thanks to you,” he corrected her. “It’s that sassy mouth getting you into trouble.” He was grinning, amusement, and true joy filling him up to the brink of overflowing. “You make me happy,” he blurted out.

Ally’s smile faltered and Jami wanted to punch himself. Why did he say that? Touching his face, Ally angled her head, studying him. “I’m glad. You’re always so serious. You need to smile more.”

“I smile all the time,” he protested.

She rolled her eyes. “Yes, you’re right. What was I thinking? You smile every day when you get to beat on poor Mike and whatshisname. You’re a very happy man then.”

“Hey, you gotta take it where you can get it.” Jami shrugged.

Silence fell between them, and they stared into each other’s eyes. This close, there was never any room for escape. It felt like he could see into her soul, and she into his. All the layers of bullshit were stripped away, cutting right to the heart. He’d never felt this way before. As a sliver of truth sat on his tongue, he opened his mouth to say what he knew she was waiting to hear. “Ally, I—” His throat closed up and no words came out.

Placing her finger over his lips, Ally hushed him. “Shh, you don’t have to say anything. I can see it every time I look at you.” She kissed him lightly on the mouth. “I feel it whenever you touch me.”

“But you want—”

She cut him off. “It doesn’t matter. I can wait. I don’t want you to say it unless you feel it in here.” She flattened her palm over his heart. “I don’t want you to choke on the words. I want you to say them because you can’t not say them. Okay?”

He stared down at her. Who was this girl? Hundreds of women would be lined up outside his door just to hear those words, and she was telling him to wait? Unbelievable.

“I see those wheels turning,” she teased, then grew serious again. “Jami, let me ask you a question. Out of all the women you’ve had sex with, how many of them have you stuck around for?” Zero. She saw the answer in his eyes right away. “That’s what I thought, and that right there is why I am okay with waiting. Your heart already knows what it wants. Now we just have to wait for your brain to catch up.”


TAPOUT, New Adult Fighter Romance

by J.C. Valentine
Wayward Fighters #2
Publication Date: July 8, 2014
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, MMA, Sports Romance



History brought them together. Circumstances may keep them apart.

Alyson Blake’s past left her with scars. Scars that she tried to fix the only way she knew how—by helping others. But actions have consequences, and Alyson is about to find out that being naïve is no excuse.

Fighting is Jamison Weston’s passion. Alyson is his obsession. Despite the past and a few lingering concerns, their relationship is as solid as ever. Until a shocking lie is uncovered and all of his plans begin to unravel. Now, Jami is rushing to pick up the pieces, but as relationships are put to the test, will he be strong enough to keep it together, or will it all just fall apart?




“Do you plan on coming to the gym tonight?”

“I told you,” Jami said, “I’m taking the night off.”

Alyson could feel Don’s stare burning a hole in her back. “Yeah, I heard you, but I also remember telling you that you can’t afford to take time off right now.”

“I hardly think skipping one evening is going to undo everything.” Jami’s words were met with tense silence. “Tonight, I’m spending time with my girl. Why don’t you go hang with your buddies? Play some poker. Drink a few beers. Loosen up. The next few days are going to be brutal. Might as well let off some steam now while we can.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” There was another stretch of silence, and Alyson focused hard on the Celtic design under her fingertips, wishing Don would get the hint and leave already. “Just don’t get carried away. No drinking and get plenty of rest. No sex,” he clarified as his voice held a stern command.

Alyson’s muscles stiffened knowing those words were meant for her. Don had lost the battle, but he intended to win the war. Jami’s chest shook with a humorous laugh. “You know I don’t believe in that.”

“Plenty of guys do, and you know what? They’re damn good fighters,” Don returned.

“Well, so am I, and I intend to fuck myself stupid over the next eight hours.”

Don sighed in resignation. “I think you already reached that goal, but as long as you don’t make yourself blind, then fine, do what you want.” Another pause. “Should I find another place to sleep tonight?”

“Only if you need your beauty sleep.”

“And you know that I do.” Alyson felt Jami nod. “All right, then, you two kids have fun. I’ll see youtomorrow. I meant what I said, keep it clean.”

Heat burned Alyson’s cheeks as Don walked away, and she slapped her hand against Jami’s bare chest. “Jami—”

He kissed the side of her head, chuckling in amusement. “What?”

“I can’t believe you said that.” Her eyes were wide as she tugged out of his arms.

“Said what?”

His voice sounded innocent, but his eyes were filled with playful mischief. “You know exactly what I’m talking about, mister,” she accused, pointing a finger at him. “You told him that we were… were…” The words stopped on the tip of her tongue, a fresh wave of embarrassment staining her cheeks red.

“What? That we were going to have sex?” He took a step toward her. “That I’m going to lay you down on this bed and fuck you. All. Night. Long?”

Alyson swallowed hard, her stomach fluttering in anticipation, as Jami closed the space between them and reached around to grip her butt in both hands. He pulled her against him, and she felt his hardness pressing against her stomach. “You shouldn’t have told him that,” she whispered.

“Why, because it’s not true?” Jami challenged, staring into her eyes. She shook her head. “Or because it is true? Because it is, you know. I plan to have you naked and under me all night. And, Ally, baby,” he said, touching his mouth to hers, “I’m going to fuck you so hard that when I get on that plane tomorrow, I’ll be smiling. And do you know why I’ll be smiling?” She shook her head no. “Because every time you take a step, you’re going to feel the ache of me between your legs, and I know you’ll be thinking of me.”

Alyson’s eyes closed as a shiver wracked her. The full heat of Jami’s body seeped through her clothes, and her nipples tightened at the same time her sex clenched. Opening her eyes slowly, she looked into his and said huskily, “Then what are you waiting for?”



J.C. Valentine is the USA Today and International bestselling author of the Night Calls and Wayward Fighters Series and the Forbidden Trilogy. Her vivid imagination and love of words and romance had her penning her own romance stories from an early age, which, despite being poorly edited and written longhand, she forced friends and family members to read. No, she isn’t sorry.

Living in the Northwest, she has three amazing children and far too many pets. Among the many hats she wears, J.C. is an entrepreneur. Having graduated with honors, she holds a Bachelor’s in English and when she isn’t writing, you can find her editing for fellow authors.

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