Item: Fighting For What's His
Rating: 4
Author: Angie

Review + Excerpt: Fighting for What’s His by Laura Kaye

Fighting For What's His by Laura Kaye
Published by Self Published on 9/7/18
Genres: Military, Sports Romance
Pages: 242
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Resisting her only makes him want her more…

Private investigator Billy Parrish is good at three things—fighting, investigating, and sex. MMA training with the other vets in the Warrior Fight Club keeps his war-borne demons at bay—mostly, and one night stands ensure no one gets too close. But then his best friend from the Army Rangers calls in a favor.

Shayna Curtis is new to town and full of hope for the future. With a new job starting, she’s grateful when her brother arranges a place for her to stay while she apartment hunts. But she never expected her roommate to be so brooding. Or so sexy.

Billy can’t wait for Shay to leave—because the longer she’s there, the more he wants her in his bed. To stay. He can’t have her—that much he knows. But when fight club stops taking off the edge, Billy lets down his guard…and starts fighting for what’s his.

Laura Kaye is my instalove go-to. Insta-love is so typically not my thing but Laura Kaye somehow sells it every single time and I’m always ready to buy what she serves up. Fighting For What’s His is quintessential Laura Kaye, a roommates to lovers romance between a wounded vet and his best friend’s little sister who he agrees to house until she finds her own place. This story is sexy and steamy and fast paced and I just loved being back inside the fold of this warrior fight club.

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Jessica’s Review

4 “Yes. This” Stars!!

Billy Parrish is just delicious. His best friend’s sister, Shayna, is off limits and his struggle with maintaining boundaries with someone he’s so fiercely attracted to is an intoxicating little dance that I couldn’t get enough of. This story is rich with heartache and layered with intense emotion and Laura Kaye weaves it all together in the most lush romance. It’s just too good.

As with any story with an insta-love dynamic, things tend to feel a bit too easy, a bit hurried at times. But I just couldn’t bring myself to care. I was here for the romance. I was here for the steam. I was here for the sexual tension and the reluctant attraction and I was here for this wounded warrior finding solace in a fight club and in a woman he was never supposed to want. I loved that their desire was immediate. I loved that the story moved along quickly without a lot of unnecessary drama. This is EXACTLY what I needed just now and I enjoyed every second.

Excerpt

“Shay, wait.” The words came out of Billy’s mouth before he even thought to say them. As if keeping Shayna around had been pure instinct.
And maybe it had been, because despite staying away from her all week, just one night in her presence had him craving more of her. Her humor. Her sarcasm. Her easy acceptance.
Maybe it was because of how little sleep he’d had all week. Or because doing his job well had meant delivering to his client the terrible news of her husband’s infidelity. Or because his surveillance work had required a lot of hours of sitting in his car—and the constant press of his back against the seat had awakened the phantom pain of long-ago fried nerves that he sometimes felt something fierce. All of which had him feeling exhausted.
Billy sighed and crossed the room to the staircase. “Come with me. Tomorrow, I mean.”
From where she stood on the fourth step, Shayna frowned. “Dude, it’s okay.”
He shook his head. “I want you to come.”
Her frown deepened. “Why? It’s not a big deal. Really.”
Why did he want her to come? When just moments before he’d felt so ambivalent and even a little embarrassed about it?
Billy didn’t have to think long on the answer—because she’d reacted as if WFC was not only perfectly normal, but really cool. And it was. But it was also fucking therapy of a sort, even though the format was something way different than sitting on a couch and spilling your emotional guts.
He needed to make up for hurting her feelings—and he knew he’d done just that. The expressiveness of her face made her an open book. And telling the truth was the best way to make up for it. He knew that, too.
“I was fucking embarrassed about what you’d think. That’s why I hesitated when you asked. Not because I didn’t want you to come. Besides, you could meet some of my friends.” Unusual heat rushed into Billy’s face, and he dropped his chin to his chest.
Shay made her way down to him until he was staring at her bare feet and her bright red toenails. “Did you think I’d tease you or something?” she asked, her voice neutral.
He forced himself to lift his chin and meet her gaze. “You do like to bust my balls.”
“Not about this. Never about this.” Her expression was so fucking earnest, and her face was even more beautiful.
He nodded, feeling the truth of her words down deep. After all, she’d seen his scars and heard him talk about how hard it was to come home from deployment and been nothing but cool about that, too. “So. will you come?”
Her smile answered before her words did. “Yeah. Sounds fun. I’d like to come. But I promise I’ll stay out of your hair.”
“You don’t have to stay out of my hair, Shayna.”
“Oh, good, because this is driving me crazy,” she said, her fingers suddenly combing through his hair. “You made it stand up funny.”
Billy could’ve fucking purred. If he did things like purr, which he fucking didn’t. But her nails felt damn amazing against his scalp. He would’ve closed his eyes at the goodness of it if it weren’t for watching the satisfaction shaping her pretty face as she touched him.
“There,” she said, her smile turning a little shy. She cleared her throat. “So, uh, okay then. What time do we need to leave?”

About the Author

Laura is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over thirty books in contemporary and erotic romance and romantic suspense, including the Blasphemy, Hard Ink, and Raven Riders series. Growing up, Laura’s large extended family believed in the supernatural, and family lore involving angels, ghosts, and evil-eye curses cemented in Laura a life-long fascination with storytelling and all things paranormal. Laura also writes historical fiction as the NYT bestselling author, Laura Kamoie. She lives in Maryland with her husband and two daughters, and appreciates her view of the Chesapeake Bay every day.

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