Author: Sidney Halston
Series: Panic, Worth the Fight
Release Date: July 9, 2019
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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Abby: He was my best friend. My first kiss, my first love, my first everything really. But then he walked out of my life and didn’t look back. It was sudden, and I was devastated. All I knew was that Iggy had enlisted in the Army—and that he was leaving me—likely forever. But that was twenty years ago, now my life is in shambles and I don’t just have myself to worry about…
Iggy: I still think about her. Every time I walk through the doors of my club, Duality, I’m reminded of what I’m missing. Every time I take a man to the mat at the Academy, it hurts, but not as much as the pain of losing her. Every time I suit-up to fly overseas knowing I might not come back, the regret comes raging back. Life has been hell. But it’s a hell I’ve chosen. I’m happy enough, now. But if she’s in trouble, I can’t stay away. I won’t stay away. I’ll protect her and her children with my life, and if she’ll let me stay, I’ll promise to never leave again.
Title: All In: Iggy’s Story
Series: Worth the Fight and Panic Crossover #1
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Model: BT Urruela
Photography: Pink Ink Designs
Cover Design: Germancreative
Author: Sidney Halston
Release Date: July 9, 2019
“Lily, please put your shoes on. Oscar, grab your lunch. We’re going to be late!” I’m waiting by the open front door with my keys in my hand and my patience running thin. But I’m momentarily distracted by the sound of a car close by, and when I turn to look at the street, there’s a big, blue Jeep pulling up next to my small Honda Accord. I’m immediately alarmed, especially after Tim’s warning. He told me that his security guy would come last night, but he never did. Not a great sign for a security guy. With that thought, I hastily bolt back into my house and lock all the doors.
I need to call 911. As I dig through my purse, there is a knock on my door, which I ignore. I’m still frantically searching for my phone when it suddenly rings.
“Oh God, Tim. Call the police, there’s a stranger parked in my driveway!” I’m not a hysterical person, but the conversation with Tim yesterday and a visitor this early in the morning has me on edge.
“It’s okay. Open the door. It’s your new security detail. The one we spoke about. He just sent me a text that he’s outside your house.”
“Now? Jesus. I almost had a heart attack. He was supposed to start last night. He’s very late. Maybe he’s not really the best, Tim.” I know I’m being snarky, but I’m annoyed that this guy is here now, at this time, when I’m rushing to get my kids to school and myself to work.
“He did start last night,” Tim says. “I’m walking into court, gotta go. Let him in. He’s waiting.”
He did? No, he didn’t. No one came over last night.
I’m already going to be late dropping off the kids at school, and this is just stressing me out more. “Lily and Oscar, let’s hurry it up!” I yell, as I unlock the deadbolt.
As soon as the door swings open, my kids run out, almost knocking me down in the process. Luckily, strong arms reach out and straighten me before I tumble forward. “Damn it, Lily would you be care—” The words catch in my throat when I look up at the person standing in front of me, holding me upright.
“Hey,” he says, in a thick and throaty way that sounds more like an exhale. My eyes are wide and my mouth is hanging open. Hey?
“Mom!” Lily yells from the car. “We’re going to be late.”
“I—uh…” Our eyes are still locked. “Iggy?”
He smiles. I remember that smile. That smile lit up my world at one point in time. “It’s me.”
“Mom!” This time both Oscar and Lily are yelling, and I’m pulled out of the trance.
“Shoot. I have to…to—” I point toward the car. Words are not forming. I’m a jumbled mess.
“Take ’em to school?” he finishes my sentence.
“Yes.” I clear my throat. “School. Take them.”
He chuckles at my idiotic words. I sound like Yoda, Jesus Christ. “Keys.” He holds up his palm. I look at his hands, then back up at him in confusion. “Abby, keys. I’m driving.”
“Abby, snap out of it. Let’s go drop off your kids and then we’ll talk. But I need the keys to do that.”
I shake my head, trying to get the cobwebs out. “No.” I look at my watch. “Shit. We’re late.” I jog down the steps to the car. “Are you the guy Tim hired?” I say over my shoulder.
“Sure am,” he replies, as I get in my car.
“Who’s that, Mom?” Oscar asks while I put on my seatbelt.
“An old friend. His name is Iggy—Charlie…” Just as I say that, he’s sliding into the passenger seat. Does he still go by Iggy?
I’m immediately transported to the day I met him when I couldn’t say his name and all that I could spit out was Iggy. I was mortified, yet he accepted it, and, from that day forth, everyone came to know him as Iggy.
“Iggy,” he corrects me, his body turned toward the backseat where the kids are sitting. “My name’s Iggy. That’s what all my friends call me. You must be Liliana and you must be Oscar.”
“Lily,” my daughter says.
“Lily, right.” He grins at her, then turns back to the front and buckles up. We sit in my driveway for a few long moments. “Abby, we gotta move.”
Again, I’m jolted to reality and start to drive.
You know how when you’re underwater you can hear voices talking but you can’t make out what is being said? Well, that’s how I feel right now.
“How do you know my mom?” Oscar asks.
“We went to school together,” Iggy responds.
“How come I’ve never seen you before?” This time it’s Lily.
“I’ve been out of town.”
“In Ohio?” Lily asks. “I used to live in Ohio.”
“You lived there for six months when you were born. It’s not like you remember anything,” Oscar says, snarkily.
“Whatever!” Lily snaps with major attitude, and the two bicker about what Lily could possibly remember at six-months-old. Iggy chuckles and turns to me. “They’re great, Abby.” He turns back to the kids. “No. Not in Ohio. I’ve been in the Army.”
“So cool!” Oscar says, excitedly, and Iggy smiles.
It is such a sincere smile, something I remember him always having. From the first moment he spoke to me up until now, twenty years later, those dimples, that smile… They’re exactly the same. My world completely turns on its axis.
Shit. Iggy’s back.
His dark eyes are intense. They used to bring me warmth and make me feel safe, but now I feel like I’m staring at a stranger. Yet, also, someone who I know deep in my soul.
For Chrissy Martin, returning to her Florida hometown always seems to bring bad luck. The day starts with a breakup text, followed by a jailhouse phone call from her troublemaker brother. Now a routine traffic stop has ended with her accidentally punching an officer… in a delicate place. Then Chrissy realizes that the hot cop on the receiving end of her right hook is none other than the man from her teenage fantasies.
Jack Daniels knows how to take a hit. After all, when he’s not chasing reckless drivers, he’s kicking ass in a mixed martial arts ring. So what takes his breath away isn’t the low blow, but the woman who dealt it: a gorgeous knockout with legs Jack wouldn’t mind being pinned under—who just so happens to be his best friend’s nerdy little sister, all grown up. Soon their instant chemistry leads to a sizzling affair, but Jack and Chrissy are fighting an uphill battle if they want to make love last beyond the final bell.
How could she have been so stupid? When Jessica Cross decides to give her violently jealous boyfriend—the otherwise influential and charming Dennis Stavros—a second chance, she very nearly becomes a statistic. After weeks of healing from a broken rib and collapsed lung, and with Dennis behind bars, Jessica finally feels ready to come out of hiding. But will she ever be able to take a chance on love again with someone new?
Mixed martial arts fighter Slade Martin knows he has a bad reputation. Hell, he’s probably earned it. So it won’t be easy to convince beautiful, vulnerable Jessica that she can trust him—that from the moment she walked into his life, she’s been the only one he’s wanted. Powerful and confident, Slade knows he can honor his vow to protect Jessica body and soul. Winning her heart will be another matter… but a woman like Jessica is worth the fight.
Once one of the most sought-after names on the mixed martial arts circuit, Antonio “Scarface” Marino watched his career go down for the count as he chased skirts and made tabloid headlines. Now he’s finally making a comeback, and it’s all thanks to Francesca Silva, a Brazilian bombshell as tough as any of her fighters. But who’s the real Francesca: the trash-talking trainer who rides him hard, or the vulnerable woman who blushes at his touch?
Francesca went to the mat to sign Tony because she believes he still has the potential to bring big success to her gym—if she can keep his head in the cage and out of her personal life. After a short-lived marriage soured her on love, a one-night stand is all she can handle. Now Tony’s kisses are stirring up complicated feelings—especially when he agrees to face her ex in the ring. Francesca’s used to freezing guys out. But Tony’s tempting her to give in to the heat.
As an Army brat, Violet Channing could never meet her dad’s high expectations. But in the eyes of her best friend, she could do no wrong. He even insisted that he should be her first kiss. Now Cain Sorensen is all grown up, hardened by years in special ops and always looking for a good fight. Tall, with striking blue eyes and impossibly blond hair, he’s a modern-day Viking warrior. Of course, Violet’s all grown up, too, and she’s ready to surrender to his every command.
Cain knows he’s bad for Violet. His work is dangerous, and his hobbies are downright deadly. As a private mercenary and a mixed martial arts fighter, he could never let such an innocent soul into his world. And yet his most grueling combat training is no match for Violet’s killer curves, hot touch, and suggestive glances. Now all of Cain’s most explosive fantasies are coming true—but once they cross the line between friends and lovers, there’s no turning back.
With his preppy clothes and horn-rimmed glasses, Enzo Silva is the last dude anyone expects to find in a mixed martial arts gym. A wealthy Brazilian banker who never had to fight for anything, Enzo’s stuck in the amateur circuit—but he burns to make the pros. Maybe that explains the heat he feels whenever he’s around Jamie Lynn Calhoun. The pint-size, magenta-haired bartender with the Texas drawl is everything he’s not… and everything he craves.
Tough as nails and independent to a fault, Jamie Lynn—JL to her friends—works hard to pay her bills and keep life simple. Enzo is doing his best to complicate that. Even though she likes to bust his balls, he’s got some kind of a nerdy-hot vibe that makes JL wonder if she might finally be able to let her guard down. It might do the boy some good to spend some time in her world, where blood, sweat, and victory are as sweet as the first taste of real love.
Working two jobs to support her infant daughter is harder than anything Penny Richards has ever done, but it sure beats living under the rules of her stepfather, a television preacher who demands a picture-perfect family. And if Penny hadn’t struck out on her own, she never would have met Travis Calhoun. The intensely physical heavyweight brawler has a way of drawing out her wild side. But Travis lives fast, with no responsibilities—and that just isn’t for Penny.
Most of the women in Travis’s circle wear tight clothes, high heels, and tons of makeup—not pearls or plaid headbands. But once he works past Penny’s inhibitions, Travis discovers a kindred spirit who longs to trust someone with her body, and her secrets. Still, Travis can’t help but wonder if this rich girl is just slumming it before she returns to her privileged life. Now it’s up to Penny to prove that she wants her hard-edged, hard-loving fighter just the way he is.
Katherine: I thought I could enjoy a night out like a normal person. I thought I could handle the flashing lights, the pulsing music, the crowded dance floor. I couldn’t have been more wrong. After having an anxiety attack and passing out during my sister’s engagement party at Panic, I wake up in the arms of the hottest guy I’ve ever seen. Nick Moreno’s no gentleman. But he might just be the man I need to help me take control of my life.
Nick: When I hear there’s some random girl passed out in the back room of my family’s South Beach nightclub, I’m pissed. My dad’s already behind bars and we can’t afford any more bad press. But after giving her a lift—literally—back to her apartment, I stop seeing Katherine Wilson as some random girl. She’s gorgeous, vulnerable, and braver than she knows. And when we kiss, all I want to do is pull her close and promise that she’ll always be safe in my arms.
April: Walking away from Matt Moreno was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Lying to him was a close second, but for his safety, I had no other choice. I was undercover, working to put some nasty people behind bars. But when Matt nearly recognizes me on Lincoln Road a year later, all those very real feelings come rushing back. Now that my assignment’s almost over, will he understand why I lied? Why I had to leave? Most important, can he ever forgive me?
Matt: I was madly in love with June Simpson… or, at least, with the woman I thought was June. Then she just disappeared while my family’s nightclub went through hell. And after months of searching, when I think I’ve finally found that sexy, raspy voice and those exquisite blue eyes, she slips away once more. Turns out, “June” is actually Detective April White. She’s been playing me the whole time. And she’s about to rock my world all over again.
Lola: I’ve seen the way women in line behind the velvet rope look at William Fox, like he’s an Armani-clad St. Peter at the pearly gates. Except Panic isn’t heaven, and this bouncer is no saint. He’s been tempting me to sin ever since I started working here, but Fox’s slick smile and bad-boy swagger tell me everything I need to know about him. Still, a girl has needs. And Fox looks ready to fulfill every last one—at least for a night…
Fox: I’m not used to being ignored—especially by women—but Lola Daye is different. The pretty bartender with the red lips and icy blue eyes seems perfectly happy pretending I don’t exist. Too bad, because the more she ignores me, the harder I fall. So I’m floored when she answers my drunken, flirty text with a yes. Lola claims she only wants a fling, but after one kiss, our bodies are speaking the same language. And I’m ready to prove that what we have could be forever.
Alex: I hate doing business in clubs. Especially one like Duality. I’m here to seal a deal, not indulge in whatever hedonistic illusion they’re selling. Until, through all the skin and sex on display, I see her. Helen Blackwood. The girl who once filled my youthful fantasies, whose name is now synonymous with pain. Her father’s lies destroyed my family, leaving me with nothing to lose. And yet I can’t deny my electric response to her touch… or my urge to protect her when I see the bruise on her face.
Helen: Growing up, life prepared me for society galas and powerful men, not minimum-wage jobs or drunk exes with anger issues. But I’m a survivor. So here I am, practically naked, serving drinks at a Miami nightclub. I don’t mind the stares. Apparently, Alex Archer does. After twelve years, we aren’t exactly friends, but money is something we both understand. Something he knows I need. I’ll be his personal assistant, even if it means working with the man I hate… and the man I still want.