They say the only good thing about hitting rock bottom is that it can't get any worse . . . or can it?
World famous boxing champ, Felix Sanchez, had it all--the fame, the fortune, and all the women any man could ask for. When the hours of partying followed by hours spent in court and in rehab begin to outnumber the hours he spends training, losing his title comes as no surprise to everyone. The world assumes he deserved to lose it.
Only those closest to Felix know the real truth behind his sudden downward spiral. And if Felix has his way, no one else ever will. With an uncertain future ahead of him, he heads back to his roots--5th Street--the gym that started it all for him. It's where he meets the humble but mighty little Ms. Ella.
The only times Felix had ever decided to forgo the usual meaningless fling and try a real relationship he was burned badly. Now the adorable but tenacious self-defense instructor has him considering this love thing one more time.
Then just when he begins to worry that his past is letting his possessive and jaded heart get the best of him, he's blindsided in the most brutal way--he's brought to his knees--to what could be the one low in his life he may never recover from.
Felix is the final in my best selling 5th Street series. Felix has over 1.8k ratings and 200 reviews on Goodreads with an average star rating of 4.17. It has an epic prologue updating readers on where the gang is all at a few years later and a bonus peek into the spinoff series Boyle Heights.
As Ella walked past the mob of people who were waiting to get their things autographed, she came to an angle from which she could see the tables where the guys sat, signing away. Felix was leaning over to sign a shirt he’d been handed. He looked up and smiled at the guy who stood in front of him. Then Felix got up and posed for a photo with him. Just like with all the other guys the first time she’d seen them in person, Ella felt breathless. But this felt even bigger than with the other guys. Felix was on television far more than any of the others. He wasn’t just a sports star; he was a full-blown celebrity. He’d been on Dancing with the Stars, been featured in music videos, and even had his own highly successful line of sports apparel. As expected, in person, he was bigger than life.
She watched as he took his seat again and leaned over to Abel, who sat next to him. Whatever Abel said to him cracked him up. She may’ve lost all respect for the athlete he’d once been, when he seemed to lose his love for the sport and went all Hollywood instead, but she could definitely see why so many women wanted a piece of him. He was amazing.
Ella’s heart suddenly spiked. She’d been so lost in thought she hadn’t realized she’d been staring at him, and now he was looking right at her. Afraid of making a complete ass of herself by turning around to see if it was her he was actually looking at, she smiled, hoping he wouldn’t smile back. If he did, it’d confirm it was her he was looking at.
For a moment, he seemed confused as if he were trying to determine if he knew her or maybe—she prayed—it was someone behind her he was actually looking at. Then he smiled the most beautiful smile she’d ever been treated to, making her breath catch. So what did she do? She turned and practically ran, not slowing until she was sure she was out of his sight.
| Language | Status |
|---|---|
|
Spanish
|
Translation in progress.
Translated by Samad Mammadov
|
