The Knockout Rule, an all-new sexy and addictive standalone romance from bestselling author Kelly Siskind is available now!
Growing up with an adoring father for a boxing legend isnโt all sunshine and rainbows. It looks more like hospital visits, bloody noses, and cracked ribs.
Isla Slade now works as a physiotherapist, helping athletes heal their bodies. Except for boxers. She has no interest in reliving the stress of her teen years. Dating someone in the boxing world? Sheโd rather snort wasabi powder.
Until she meets Preston Church.
Preston manages heavyweight boxing darling Brick Kramarov. A brute whoโs built tougher than his name, with a cocky attitude to boot. She wants nothing to do with either man, but her father begs her to help them prepare for a huge Vegas fight.
She doesnโt expect Preston to recite romantic poems and slowly break her resolve. His fascinating mind gets under her skin, even if his star athlete reminds her how much she hates boxing.
Too bad itโs Brick coaching Preston how to woo Isla, falling for her from the sidelines. Once she finds out, sheโll have to decide if she can risk loving another man who puts it all on the line for the knockout.
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Each book in the Showmen series is STANDALONE:
*New Orleans Rush
*Don’t Go Stealing My Heart
*The Beat Match
*The Knockout Rule
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Excerpt
โDonโt let the resistance pull your arms forward at the top,โ Isla told him. โKeep your hands in line with your ears.โ
He repeated the movement, noting her suggestions, sweat gathering along his neck. โLike this?โ
โExactly. Take it slow.โ
She crouched next to him, the closest theyโd been all session, and his stomach swooped. Fucking swooped, like he was a love-struck teen. The sensation divided his focus, part of it staying on the rope in his hands, a fraction diverting to her proximity, another locked on his reacting body. She shifted positions slightly, seemed to hesitate, then she placed her hand on his back.
Forget divided. All his attention zeroed in on that one spot. Isla. Hand. Hot. So much heat concentrating where she touched. He leaned back a bit, couldnโt control his bodyโs urge to ask for more. More contact, more Isla.
Her fingers spread wider. โDonโt overarch your back,โ she said, her voice lower, breathy. โSit straighter.โ
He paused with the triceps rope at his chin, fixed his posture and turned his head, bringing them almost nose to nose. โLike this?โ
Her gaze dropped to his lips. His thighs flexed.
โYeah,โ she murmured. โLike that.โ
The moment lingered, sexual tension vibrating between them so thoroughly he was surprised the walls didnโt shake. And he was pissed. Angry at their circumstances. Upset for Isla and all sheโd dealt with in her life. Mad that the easy friendship theyโd developed had devolved in a matter of hours to broken sentences and awkward glances. None of it was okay.
Determined to salvage something from this mess, he worked through his next rep with slow precision, keeping his back straighter, his arms at the correct angle. At the end of the rep, he said, โWhat do you call spending the afternoon with a cranky rabbit?โ
Isla made a startled sound, a muffled kind-of-laugh. From the corner of his eye, he caught the hint of a smile. โI donโt know,โ she said.
โA bad hare day.โ
Her tentative smile grew. โHave I told you your humor hovers at a grade-one level?โ
โHave I told you that you have no sense of humor?โ
โI wouldnโt know. I usually tune you out.โ
He chuckled at that, turned his head toward her, bringing their lips dangerously close again. Her hand was still on his back, maintaining his posture. Her thumb moved, a small stroke he felt everywhere. They breathed deeply at the same time, their chests expanding like their hearts were reaching toward each other.Then they got back to work. Less awkward this time. They talked more easily. Joked occasionally. Everything out of Islaโs mouth sounded like foreplay to him: move slower, hold that position, yeah like that. But he somehow found his focus, stayed attuned to his bodyโs needs and pains, assessing when muscle fatigue meant a break was due. Neither of them crossed the invisible line theyโd drawn. They were once again patient and physiotherapist, no different than during their early sessions. But everything was different.
About Kelly
A small-town girl at heart, Kelly moved from the city to enjoy the charm of northern Ontario. When sheโs not out hiking with her husband or home devouring books, you can find her, notepad in hand, scribbling down one of the many plot bunnies bouncing around in her head.
Her novels have been published internationally.
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Review
Isla has been surrounded by the sport of boxing her entire life and after being exposed to it through her father the one thing she does know if that she doesnโt want to be part of it. It is only because of her father that she is convinced to help Preston and his client Eric prepare for an upcoming match.
Eric is a successful boxer but that is only a small part of who he is. He is close to his family, will do anything for those he cares about, and he keeps his artistic and sensitive side hidden. He is used to being underestimated by people who donโt look beneath the surface, so he is hardly surprised when Isla does the same.
Isla still carries the emotional scars of her past while Eric just wants her to be happy but their road to each other wasnโt without its challenges and misunderstanding along the way.
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