The Beat and the Pulse #1
By Amity Cross
Available October 6, 2014
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Renee "Ren" Miller was five when her Dad left to go to the shops and never came back.
Left to grow up with a cancer riddled mother, things have never been easy for a teenager who had to be wise beyond her years. Then one day they lose the battle and she’s all alone.
Now twenty-two, Ren reluctantly goes to find her estranged father. He owns the down and out boxing studio, Beat, and Ren finds herself drawn to the ring. She thrives on learning a new way of fighting a life that kept kicking her down…instead of struggling against the current, she kicks it right between the legs.
Then one day, Ash Fuller, her Dad's star fighter comes back to town. Mysterious, handsome… Dangerous… Everything Ren doesn't need.
But he's got other ideas…
…and so does she.
I really don't know how to write a review that will give this book the credit it deserves I absolutely loved it, I've read fighting books before but this was just WOW.
This is the story of Ash and Ren and there is an epic cliff hanger that will leave you wanting more.
What do you do when everyone you love leaves and those who are supposed to love you try to hide you? You fight! And that is exactly what Ren does. After the death of her mother she goes looking for the father who left when she was 5. Her Father owns Beat an MMA fighter gym To say their reunion after 18 years is happy is far from the truth, their relationship was torn the day he left her and her mother and any chance of a reconciliation is totally destroyed the moment he tries to hide her from his life now. With not much to do Ren starts taking beginner classes in MMA at Beat and before long she has found the release she has been looking for all her built up anger.
Once upon a time Ash Fuller was the golden boy of Beat but after being kicked out of the competitive fighting circuit he disappears for four years only to return. Ash battles his own demons to keep his temper controlled especially where a certain fighting rival is concerned. He turns to underground fighting to help relieve him of the anger he holds inside. He has secrets, a lot of secrets and he is VERY reluctant to reveal any of them.
The relationship between Ash and Ren at first is a strange one, but once the walls come down the heat is turned up. These two together are pure adrenaline fighting for release.
So to break it down there is chick that will bring any man to his knees, an extreme Alpha male, a father who in my opinion needs to man up, add a funny best friend, twins who are like the brothers Ren never had, and let’s not forget the jealous bitch half-sister. All of that right there is recipe for a 5 star book.
People say I have a problem with anger.
You could say a lot of things about me and they all wouldn’t be nice. I’ve done a lot of things I’m not proud of.
People looked at me and only saw what was on the surface.
Money. Power. Talent.
Cash was the driving factor. Mainly because I was winning it out from under everyone’s noses on a daily basis by just being good at punching the shit through people. It’s fucking great to ride high, but there’s always someone right at your heels, snapping like a rabid beast, waiting for the moment you stumble.
Yeah, that’s the thing about getting a little fame and money - it made everyone below you jealous and jealous people were willing to do whatever it took to bring you down. They all wanted the prize and not all of them were up for playing fair to get it. There were lines you never crossed and that line had been obliterated a long time ago.
You hurt the people I love to get to me and I will fucking kill you.
I would destroy myself to save them.
I’ve done it before and I will do it time and time again.
I will beat your ass until you beg for mercy.
Repent or die.
I didn’t feel the pain as much anymore.
My knuckles had hardened, my muscles had tightened, and my pain receptors were shot.
Duck. Feign. Punch. Guard.
My Mum would be totally horrified knowing what I made of my life after she was gone. I lived for her, to see her win her battle, but in the end she lost. I wasn’t losing this fight. The fight for my future. How could she argue with that? She always wanted the best for me, even when she was too sick to move and this is my best. It’s just that it involves pounding my fists into the flesh of my opponent until they drop.
The love of a man. The love of an estranged father. The love of a mother… What good did it do if they just abandoned you in the end?
Me and my fists. That’s what would get me through this battle. That’s what would get me onto that podium. Me.
It didn’t start out this way. I, least of all, didn’t see it coming until it hit me square in the face.
The day I stood outside the place that would change my life into something unrecognisable.
The sign over the roller door that was painted in red letters. Red - the same colour as the blood that I drew three nights a week in the cage.
The one word that had become my mantra.
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Amity Cross isn’t my real name. That’s no secret.
I didn’t want my Mum and my workplace to find out I wrote about doodles and tongue-in-cheek sexual innuendo.
I live in a leafy suburb of Melbourne writing about screwed up relationships and kick ass female leads that don’t take s**t lying down.
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