Without Doubt Synopsis
Ava Sterling is tough and the most straight laced girl you
will ever meet. Her family and her past have managed to alter her future
permanently and she has no desire to allow anyone else into her life or her
heart for fear of rejection or further altering. Ava is alone in the world with the exception
of the grandest responsibility she did not create on her own but on her own she
will carry for the rest of her life.
Declan James is a MMA fighter, party all night kind of guy.
Responsibility is nowhere to be found in his life or so he allows everyone
around him to believe. Coming from wealth and a carefree lifestyle, Declan gets
what he wants, always. And what he wants is Ava. In his pursuit of getting what
he wants, Ava in his bed, his plan changes quickly without his consent. Against
his plans of being the next hot bachelor to cross the tabloids as he makes his
way to being the Ultimate Light Heavyweight Champion, Declan falls in love. He
falls in love without hesitation and without doubt.
Neither Declan nor Ava are aware that fate has
inconveniently intertwined their lives forever. Will they be able to survive
the aftermath of the truth?
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CJ has lived all over the state of California, Central,
South, North and finally landing back somewhere in the middle. She married the
boy she fell for when she was only eleven years old and together they have two
beautiful heathens. CJ obviously loves to read and write. She can watch the
Giant’s play baseball but hates football. She bakes when she’s sad, runs when
she’s mad and dances when she’s happy (even if she cant find a rhythm to save
her life) If you’re looking for her and can’t seem to find her, look on the
staircase, it’s her favorite spot to read.
Excerpt:
Ava sits up and straddles her legs on either side
of my waist and takes a deep breath. “I hated everything about tonight.”
“About my fight?” I ask because I’m not sure I’m
following her. Is she upset about Ashton or my reaction to them being together
at the fight? She nods her head without looking at me so I sit up and wrap my
arms around her. “I’m fine, babe. I’m really good at what I do, the chances of
me getting really hurt are slim.”
She pops her head up quickly and narrows her eyes
at me. “There is nothing funny about this, Declan! You scared the shit out of
me!!” she exclaims just before punching me in the arm.
“Ow! What was that for?” I rub out the little
sting on my bicep while mostly holding back a laugh, but I can’t hide my smile.
She quiets down but her eyes are terrified. “He
kicked you in the head,” she whispers so softly I can hardly hear her. I have
to laugh; I can’t help it.
“He kicked me in my head?” Did this surprise her?
“YES! Do you not remember that?” Her response is
pure fear and I hate that I put that look on her face and that feeling in her
heart.
“Yeah, I remember, Sunshine.” I smooth her hair
away from her face and kiss her soundly. “I should have explained things to
you, on how the fights work, what to expect. I would have if I knew you were
going to show up, but I honestly thought that you were dead set against ever
coming to one.”
Ava sighs. “I was, but then I felt like I wasn’t
supporting you by not being there for you and I didn’t want you thinking that.”
I guide her backwards so she’s lying down with
her head at the foot of the bed. I lean forward and slip my hands up her smooth
thighs, placing small, lingering kisses along the way. My hands reach her hips
and I’m reminded that she’s only wearing a nightie. “Hmmm, I love you so much.
You are the sexiest woman I have ever known, Sunshine.” My hot breath whispers
across her hip bones and over the skin just above her panty line (if she were
wearing any). “I love the way you care about things other people don’t even
take the time to think about.” My tongue draws a line up her abdomen, following
her rising nightie. Her breathing has changed; it’s harsher and more rapid and
I can’t get enough of it. My tongue swirls around her navel. “You make me so
happy,” I kiss along her rib cage, “no matter what,” my tongue runs underneath
her breast, “you don’t ever have to see another fight,” I kiss between her
cleavage and slip her nightie off as I drag the tip of my nose to her ear,
“just please don’t be upset over what I do. Don’t worry. Please? I need you,
Ava, I need you like the air I breathe.” My tongue slides on the outer rim of
her ear and I place a delicate kiss to her temple. I’m on top of her in a
second, my elbows on either side of her head. My mouth connects with hers and
although she has tears streaming down her face, there is no hesitation in her
kiss.
Ava makes me feel like the word “love” was
established just for us. Her and I. Me and her. I know that I would do anything
for her, even become a damn accountant if that’s what she wished for on a
bright, shining star. I would. It would be the toughest thing to possibly
imagine but it wouldn’t be impossible. Surviving the loss of my relationship
with her? That would be impossible.
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