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September 18, 2014

Sarez Loved It: Beat by Amity Cross


Series: The Beat and The Pulse
Format: ARC
Release Date: 6th October 2014 
Publisher: Author
Source: Author
Genre: Erotic Romance
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.
  


   
Forget the alpha male meet Renee Miller, alpha female. Finally, finally, finally I got to meet the best, most kick ass leading lady. Not only did I love her, I wanted to be her.

This is an MMA book with a difference and set in Australia - if you like fighter books and badass heroines this is one for you. It ticked all my boxes.

Sexy Alpha Male - Check
Feisty Female - Check
Hot as hades sex - Check
Fresh take on a common theme - Check
A story that I can't put down - Check
A slow building relationship with some mind blowing challenges - Check
A twist I didn't see coming - Check

My kids hated me while I was reading this book because dinner was late. Every page held something more for me. I kept promising myself just one more page, just one more chapter. This continued for about an hour before I finally forced myself away from the story to do my mum-thing.

Told in a dual point of view we have Renee (Ren) Miller and Ash Fuller. Ren has overcome so much in her life but the death of her mother forces her to honour her mothers dying wish for her to go and find her father. The father who has been missing most of her life. She finds him at Beat, a gym where he trains up-and-coming MMA fighters. Ash Fuller, a disgraced and disqualified, championship quality fighter has a chip on his shoulder and an anger problem. Hence the reason he found himself no longer allowed to compete professionally. He has been gone for four years but returns to the gym and his old coach. It is then his and Ren's paths cross.

So begins a love/hate relationship that is more complicated than not. It's a case of Cinderella meets The Beast. However, the beast doesn't only reside in Ash but Ren as well and is fuelled by an anger they both seem to possess. They soon find their match in each other, they are so much alike that it's like a match made in Hell. There are other forces lurking on the outskirts of this story that are going to back the monsters into a corner leaving the couple with limited options but to fight their way out.

Amity threw a twist in toward the end that hadn't crossed my mind and left my head to spin. Do I have a heap of questions - hell yeah I do! Holy Moly, a cliff-hanger but one crazy ride that you can't help but enjoy. Book two is a must! There is still so much to be revealed. 




BEFORE

ASH-

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.


AFTER
REN-
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.





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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13 comments:

  1. LOL I know the thing about one more page or one more chapter and pouf it finally takes a while. I did that yesterday with the Andrews book, and after that I went to bed to read my physical book and at 2 AM I forced me to stop because I was really tired lol. I'm not doing that again.

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  2. I haven't read an MMA book that I've really loved, but I do like a good alpha female. Thanks for the review!

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  3. Glad you loved this, thanks for sharing the excerpt!

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  4. Sounds very entertaining and loled at the part about your kids and dinner

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  5. I've not seen this one before. Sounds pretty good! Interesting cover on it too.

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  6. Sounds interesting. I have a love/hate relationship with books that are "just one more chapter" love that they're so awesome, but hate when I wake up the next morning lmao!

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    1. Uh-huh - I am never asleep before midnight now, and heaven forbid I get caught up in one that has a sequel, I may just try and finish that one as well.

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  7. I am so going to read this. I love when there are strong, feisty women! Especially when they kick major ass.

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    1. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did

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  8. LOL, late dinner is always okay as long as it's for a good book. :) I love the sound of the twist at the end.

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    1. My kids would disagree - but as I told them, it could have been worse and I could have made them get their own dinner!

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  9. I haven't read many MMA books but you hooked me at "fresh spin on a common theme." I'm all for kickass heroines so an alpha female sounds fantastic. And if it made you want to keep reading rather than make dinner...well, that's a good sign. :) Great review, Saraz!

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