Having made it to the major leagues, AJ "Rage" Romero is determined to shake the stigma his temper has earned him over the years. He's finally managed a shaky hold of that elusive self-control.
Until he meets them . . .
Without warning, his coach and mentor's brilliantly gifted granddaughter Clair and her equally amazing mother Addison Lara blow into AJ's life. The harder he falls for Addison, the closer and more attached he becomes to Clair.
Having fallen so fast and hard, he agrees to respect the understandably protective single mother's wish to forever keep the identity of Clair's absent father unknown to everyone--including AJ.
But when the ugly truth about Clair's dad begins to surface, the fire in AJ's fiercely possessive heart is lit. As more of the troubling reality comes to light, his zero tolerance for secrets and dishonesty put his temper--and his love for Addison--to the ultimate test.
Self-control has never felt so impossible.
RAGE is a STANDALONE sexy romance with a alpha male hero that will make you tremble. It has an HEA and NO cliffhanger!! It is suitable for ages 17+
Rage is my first book that introduces the rest of the Romero clan, cousins to the Romero the self titled novel in my Moreno Brother series. In that series, Romero was originally never meant to be more than the hotheaded foul mouthed side kick to the brothers. It's why when I decided to give him his own story readers were stunned not just by how much they loved his vulneral side, but how he became many of their favorite in the series. So when I announced I'd AJ and his brothers and giving them their own stories they were very excited.
Rage 110 Amazon reviews with an average of 4.3 out of 5 stars.
Headed slowly back to the dugout, AJ could hear some of the people in the stands yelling out for him. Many chanted for him to break the record today. He hadn’t even noticed Higman so close to him when he heard the comment.
“Baby sister’s not such a baby anymore.”
AJ looked up in time to see Higman and another player on the opposing team smiling big as they gazed up into the stands. Curiously, he glanced up just as Higman responded to the other guy’s comment. “Yeah, I’d tap that sweet thing in a heartbeat.”
The instant he saw Emi holding up her homemade poster that read “Break that record, big brother! Romero #9,” he knew who Higman was talking about. She was shaking her hips along with the sign, looking far more womanly than her eighteen years. Even then, he still would’ve kept his cool, too, if he’d just done the right thing and ignored Higman and his asshole friend. He shouldn’t have even glimpsed their way, but he did just in time to see Higman rub his dick over his pants and squeeze. He was still looking up at the stands.
“Damn! The junk in that trunk. What I wouldn’t give to get my cock into that ass.”
The fucker would’ve likely gone on to say more, but AJ tackled him before he could, and it was on. Another bench-clearing brawl ensued with the crowd going wild, chanting his nickname over and over. Rage! Rage! Rage!
