The Fighter and the Baroness
by Sunniva
Dee
Publication
date: November 29th 2016
Genres:
New Adult, Romance
BLURB
Victor Arquette knows the meaning of sacrifice. Destined to
legendary status in mixed martial arts, his life is founded on it. Dedication
equals sacrifice, and sacrifice means around-the-clock training, no partying,
no junk food, no alcohol—and no women.
Helena von Isenlohe is the heiress to Kyria Castle. Due to her
father’s lack of financial prowess, the restoration of the ancient German
estate rests on Helena’s shoulders. A failed attempt leaves a wealthy man alone
at the altar—and the fleeing bride on a plane to the United States.
A chance meeting, and
Victor and Helena’s chemistry is undeniable. Except, her presence clutters his
focus. Victor shouldn’t crave their nights, shouldn’t be concerned where she is
or with whom. And meanwhile in Germany, Kyria Castle deteriorates at a
suspicious speed, indebting Helena further to the man she left behind.
Victor and Helena believe
in duty. They embrace sacrifice. But when love strikes, it strikes hard,
and sometimes you have to choose where your heart is truly at home.
Helena enters the room like she
expects someone to jump out from dark corner. Neck stretched, she takes in a
high quality yet typical hotel room with a king-sized bed and two nightstands.
The TV is big and flat, resting on top of a dresser, and then there’s a mirror
over a small office desk with a phone and some restaurant flyers on it.
“It’s nice,” she says. “I like that it doesn’t smell like smoke.”
“That would be terrible. Is that what you’re used to? Smoking
rooms?”
“We have a cigar room,” she replies, confused, until she breaks in
an apologetic laugh. “Oh, as in smoking versus nonsmoking hotel room. I get
it.”
“You have a cigar room? Would that be right next to the swan
pond?” I tease. It’s cute to see embarrassment flush her cheeks. “Hey,” I
continue, mock-petting her cheek, “don’t feel self-conscious about living in a
castle. Even though it’s, let’s just say, a hair’s breadth over the top for us
commoners.”
“Don’t I know it,” she says. “So which side of the bed is mine?”
I consider, rubbing the light scruff that’s grown on my chin since
yesterday. “Well, since you just touched the left corner, it now has cooties.
You’ll have to sleep on the cooty-side.”
This girl, she’s been so immediate in her responses. I guess I
expected a laugh or some expressed annoyance at my silly comment. Instead, she
sinks down against the pillows on her side of the bed and breathes, “Okay,”
with the smallest smile raising the corners of her lips.
She uses the arc of one foot to slide her shoe off before she
skips off the other. I watch as she wiggles her toes graciously, green nail
polish gleaming in the dim shine from the bedside lamp.
Helena is tired. I guess it’s been a long day, the flight being
just a small part of her exhaustion. I’m drawn to her eyes, not for the first
time. The color of them is almost watery. No, they are watery.
“Who gave you that color?” I blurt out.
“What?”
“Your eyes. It’s like they’re made of water.”
I’m not the impulsive kind, and yet I’ve already committed strange
acts around this girl. Where I come from, women expect smart, premeditated
interactions, never initiated by questions like the one I just shot at Helena.
This they’d ignore. They’d change the subject into something not insane, or
they’d titter and squirm, not knowing how to respond.
She lets her eyes float from her feet to my eyes before they
still. “My father. I’ve got his eyes.” She laughs softly, hands around the
remote for the TV. “Grandma used to say our eyes were the color of the swan
pond because we were both born in rooms with windows overlooking it.”
Author Info
Between studies, teaching, and
advising, Sunniva has spent her entire adult life in a college environment.
Most of her novels are new adult romance geared toward smart, passionate
readers with a love for eclectic language and engaging their brain as well as
their heart while reading.
Born in the Land of the Midnight
Sun, the author spent her early twenties making the world her playground.
Southern Europe: Spain, Italy, Greece--Argentina: Buenos Aires, in particular.
The United States finally kept her interest, and after half a decade in Los
Angeles, she now lounges in the beautiful city of Savannah.
Sometimes, Sunniva writes with a
paranormal twist (Shattering Halos, Stargazer, and Cat Love). At other times,
it's contemporary (Pandora Wild Child, Leon's Way, Adrenaline Crush, Walking
Heartbreak, and Dodging Trains, coming in late March 2016).
This author is the happiest when
her characters let their emotions run off with them, shaping her stories in
ways she never foresaw. She loves bad-boys and good-boys run amok, and like in
real life, her goal is to keep the reader on her toes until the end of each
story.
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