From New York Times bestselling author Laura Kaye, comes the first standalone title in her brand, new Warrior Fight Club series, FIGHTING FOR EVERYTHING. Get your copy of FIGHTING FOR EVERYTHING, and join the Warrior Fight Club world today! 
About FIGHTING FOR EVERYTHING (Warrior Fight Club #1, 5/22/18):
Loving her is the biggest fight of his life…
Home from the Marines, Noah Cortez has a secret he doesn’t want his oldest friend, Kristina Moore, to know. It kills him to push her away, especially when he’s noticing just how sexy and confident she’s become in his absence. But, angry and full of fight, he’s not the same man anymore either. Which is why Warrior Fight Club sounds so good.
Kristina loves teaching, but she wants more out of life. She wants Noah—the boy she’s crushed on and waited for. Except Noah is all man now—in ways both oh so good and troubling, too. Still, she wants who he’s become—every war-hardened inch. And when they finally stop fighting their attraction, it’s everything Kristina never dared hope for.
But Noah is secretly spiraling, and when he lashes out, it threatens what he and Kristina have found. The brotherhood of the fight club helps him confront his demons, but only Noah can convince the woman he loves that he’s finally ready to fight for everything.
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“The always amazing Kaye is kicking off a terrific new contemporary romance series that centers around a wounded warrior’s fight club. Kaye does a beautiful job exploring the fallout from war and PTSD as various characters struggle to cope in their own ways. The love story between Noah Cortez and his childhood friend Kristina Moore is both compelling and touching, for the obstacles in their way loom large. A truly memorable read!” ~ RT Book Reviews
Excerpt
"Noah,
are you down here?" Kristina called from the top of the basement steps.
Despite
the lack of response, she continued down and crossed the room to the mostly
closed door in the back corner--Noah's bedroom since he'd returned just before
last Christmas. God, Kristina had thought she'd received the best Christmas
present ever--Noah, home from Iraq, safe and sound.
Well,
mostly sound, anyway. An IED blast had taken the hearing and most of his vision
on his left side, and he'd struggled with bad migraines and equilibrium
problems when he'd first returned. But he was home and he was alive, and having
him back again had made it feel like she could finally breathe after years of
knowing he was in danger every second of every day.
She
knocked softly. "Hey Noah, it's me."
All she
heard was a long exhale of breath, but it was enough.
Why hadn't
he answered her? Her stomach clenched as she pushed open the door far enough to
see Noah standing in the dark doorway to his bathroom, his back against the
door jamb, his arms crossed, and his head hanging on his big shoulders.
She
didn't need to ask if he was okay, because he was radiating not okay loud and
clear. Kristina walked right up to him. "What's going on?" she asked.
Dim light from the rec room filtered over him, allowing her to just make out
the tight clench of his square jaw, the narrowed cast of his dark brown eyes,
the harsh set of his beautiful mouth.
Wait.
What? Where had that little observation come from?
Noah
shook his head, forcing Kristina to drop the ridiculous line of thought.
She
stepped closer so that she could look more directly into his eyes. "Come
on, Noah. It's me." She ached for him to open up, but what she noticed
even more was the low buzz rushing through her body. From how close she stood
to all his taut hardness. It wasn't like she was just noticing that Noah was
hot, like, dayum hot, but nearly five years in the Marines had matured him and
built hard muscle that hadn't been there before. And clearly her body was just
noticing, probably because they hadn't had the chance to spend much time
together since he'd gotten back.
"Kristina,"
he said, his voice so low it was nearly a whisper, or a plea. He leaned his
forehead against hers. It was such a sweet, needful gesture that Kristina's
chest seized.
"First,
I'm hugging you. Then we're talking, buddy," she said, wrapping her arms
around his big shoulders and planting her cheek against his chest. The embrace
wasn't unusual-they'd always been affectionate with each other. She'd lay
against him while they watched a movie or he'd sling an arm over her shoulders
while they were out together. When things were bad with her dad, he'd hold her
when she finally gave into her grief about it and cried. That's how they'd
always been.
He
embraced her right back and leaned his face against her hair.
After a
long moment, Kristina pulled away--
Noah
wouldn't let her go. His grip on her tightened, and he held her fast against
him. Was he breathing faster? Was he trembling?
Against
her belly, he hardened.
Kristina's
breath caught in her throat. Noah was aroused...by her? Or just, like, in her
general vicinity? Or...? She swallowed hard as her thoughts flew.
As they
stood there, suspended in the dark, stolen moment, the air around them flashed
hot and closed in, narrowing the world to all the places their bodies touched.
His erection grew, pressing against her with more insistence. Heat bloomed over
her skin everywhere and she held herself perfectly still. Because this was
different. This was not friendly. This was more.
A
strange tension wrapped around them, and it scared and attracted Kristina in
equal measure. She shuddered out a breath as her body came to life against his.
Her breathing quickened, her nipples peaked, her core clenched.
Noah
made a noise in the back of his throat like a moan, and his arms tightened
around her, pulling their bodies totally flush.
Kristina's
breath caught at the hard press of his body and at the shocking arousal it
unleashed in her.
This is
Noah. This is Noah. This is Noah.
But it
didn't seem to matter to her body. The soft cotton of her dress became heavy
and irritating against her skin, and all she wanted was for it to be off. So he
could be all over her. This sudden, intoxicating need was brand new to her-in
general and certainly with Noah. She wasn't a virgin, but she'd never felt with
another man the kind of desire rocketing through her just then. And all they'd
done was touch.
Why was
this happening?
Her hips
shifted without her meaning to do it, and it made her belly grind against all
that hardness.
Noah
hissed in her ear. His fingertips dug into her back...and then wandered, one
hand pressing low against her hip, one skimming up her neck into her hair.
Holding her tight. Bringing her closer.
She was
half sure she was imagining that they were locked inside this raging bubble of
attraction, except that his heart thundered beneath where her head rested, his
breathing had gone rough, and his skin felt every bit as feverish as hers.
She had
to stop this...whatever this was.
Tilting
her head back, the words were on the tip of her tongue. Her eyes locked with
his, and even in the dimness she could see that they were blazing hot and
almost predatory in their directness. It stole her capacity to speak, because
she was unequivocally sure he'd never looked at her like that. Need roared off
of him and through her, making her heart beat like a bass drum.
Kristina
swallowed hard. What would she do if he kissed her? One kissing experiment
aside, she'd never had to ask that in regard to him. Another question followed
close behind: what would she do if he didn't?
And don’t miss the second standalone romance in the Warrior Fight Club series coming August 7, 2018,
FIGHTING FOR WHAT’S HIS
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“Nobody’s tortured alphas destroy me quite so utterly as Laura Kaye’s. Her heroes face heart-wrenching struggles. They have flaws. Kaye presents all of it with unflinching honesty, and I love them—and her!—all the more for it!” ~ USA Today Bestselling Author Samanthe Beck
Now that’s how you start a series! Kaye is at her absolute best, and Fighting For Everything is the perfect combination of steamy romance and the struggle of our wounded warriors.” ~ Scarlett Cole, author of the Love Over Duty Series
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