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Title: Breaking the Habit

Author: Ember Leigh

Genre: Contemporary Romance


He’s on a war path to fame.


And Levi Swain doesn’t care who knows it. The more people that know him, the better. As the hottest MMA rising star, opportunities are materializing out of thin air. When a wealthy sponsor approaches him, looking to have Levi cause a tabloid-worthy scandal, Levi only knows how to say yes. He didn’t come to war to lose.


Except he never counted on meeting Riley. The glam-shy bombshell who won’t touch fame with a ten-foot selfie stick. Levi planned on her ending up another notch on the bedpost, where every girl ends up. Instead, Riley is everything he wasn’t looking for. The artistic dark angel who can knock him out faster than a middleweight champion with just one glance.


Out here in Hollywood? He can have fame, or he can have true love.


But he can’t have both.


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Riley knocked softly on the dressing room door that said “LEVI” and then poked her head in. Levi sat in a chair facing the mirror on the wall, palms resting on his thighs. Travis twisted around to wave her in.

Without a word, Riley snuck her camera out and started snapping pictures. She was able to catch Levi’s intense gaze through the reflection of the mirror. But one of the clicks of her shutter made him snap his eyes toward her.

A ripple of warmth coursed through her. Levi’s gaze sizzled on her.

“Damn, girl.” His smooth tenor made her pussy clench. She lowered her camera, fighting a grin.


Levi didn’t say anything, just tutted, staring at her through the mirror. His tawny gaze cut through her, demanding a response. Every inch of her went warm under his attention.

“Come on. Focus,” Travis said, but there was humor in his voice. He slapped Levi’s cheeks.

Levi hefted with a sigh and leaned forward in his chair. A white T-shirt stretched across his chest with big block letters that said “LEVI,” with the standard-issue black shorts that clung too well to his sculpted ass. He stood, swinging his elbows from side to side.

As he came nearer, butterflies erupted in her belly. So many that she nearly crumpled under the weight of them.

“Time for the joke,” Levi said, tapping his knuckles together.

Travis heaved a sigh, a smile playing at his lips. “Let’s hear it.”

“What do you call an elephant who doesn’t matter?” Levi asked.

Travis crossed his arms, shaking his head. “I can’t even guess.”


Riley snickered.

“I’m gonna go check the board,” Travis said, heading for the door. “Lex will be here in a second.”

Levi nodded, and once the door shut, he swung his gaze back to Riley.

“So.” He rested his palms behind his head, and the way he was watching her defied words. She snapped a picture, if only to remember this moment for herself. His bare feet against the faded carpet of the dressing room. Bulging thighs, dark hair sprinkled down his legs. His brown hair pulled back into cornrows, the only way to protect his tresses in fights.

He was too delectable.

“This is gonna be a good one,” Riley said, her voice coming out shaky. She was wilting under his overflowing masculinity, the testosterone that radiated off him. She wanted to crumple into a willing, wanting puddle. So he could take her already and stop this misery.

“But tougher.” Levi wet his bottom lip, brushing his knuckles against the top of a chair. Then he snapped those honey eyes to her, mischief and sincerity written there. As if he could hear her deepest thoughts. “You should give me a kiss for good luck.”

Riley swallowed hard. Here was her doorway, and Levi had done the hard work of kicking down the door. He still wanted it, wanted her, though she’d done her best to put distance between them. She should have known he’d pounce the second she made her decision. He probably could smell it, a feral cat finding food.

She stepped forward, unable to rip her attention off this wall of man, the fascinating arcs and dips of muscles beneath the flimsy, stretched-thin T-shirt. She’d completely unravel the second he put his hands on her.

That’s how bad she wanted it. That’s how hard she’d been fighting it.

Levi reached out for her, his rough palm grazing her elbow. She inhaled sharply—the small touch rocketed through her, straight to her pussy.

She was in so much trouble.

The door opened. Lex came in a moment later, and Levi wilted a little. Riley turned and drew a fortifying breath, trying to calm her racing heart.

They’d been so close.

So fucking close.


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About Ember Leigh:

Ember Leigh has been writing erotic romance novels since she was far too young. A native of northern Ohio, she currently resides near Lake Erie with her Argentinean husband, where they run an Argentinian-American food truck. In addition to romance novels, Ember also writes travel memoirs and occasionally updates a couple of blogs. In her free time, she practices Ashtanga yoga, hops around the world, and eats lots of vegetables.


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