I don’t carry out boyfriends. Or dating. Or random hookups.

Not when fictional males do it therefore much better, and not when my heart has been through the wringer. So when retired MMA fighter Matt Haywood crashes into my life, I’m not impressed. Quite contrary actually. I avoid him no matter what.

At least, I try.

His persistence wears me personally down and it’s me who ends up wandering into his gym looking to get more. I must admit he’s nothing beats I assumed. He’s witty and wise. His health could win awards. Problem is, somewhere within rolling around over the mats collectively, I disappointed my guard.

I thought I had been more than relationships. That I’d never risk my center again. But he’s out to demonstrate it’s never too late for a comeback.

Contains mature themes.