Come-Becca_Jameson-500x800Well, yes, you should “Come” because that’s the name of my latest release! In case you didn’t know… 🙂 It released last week from Taliesin Publishing. It’s an MMA with D/s tendencies. It’s the first in my new series called The Fight Club. There will be six. One for each member of The Fight Club. I’m including a section from the beginning of the book below. Who doesn’t love hot men who throw punches in the cage and rock their women’s world in the bedroom?


It only took one second. Not even an entire second. A quick glance to the left at the leggy woman in a tight skirt and Rafe found himself flat on the ground with a shiner that would pose a lot of questions from his clients for weeks.

“God damnit, Rafe. What the hell?”

Rafe Walker twisted onto his side before his vision cleared and popped back onto his feet. Nope. He hadn’t imagined her. And she was looking right at him, probably because he’d been laid out by his friend and sparring partner, Mason, as though he had no fighting abilities at all.

Her bow-shaped mouth hung open as she stared at him wide-eyed for a heartbeat before jerking her gaze back to the ground in front of her to avoid a similar catastrophe of her own. In those heels he imagined she would need all her concentration to keep from sprawling out on the mats and equipment that made up the inside of the gym.


He heard Mason calling, but his ears were ringing, and it had nothing to do with the blow he’d taken to the jaw. His gaze remained locked on the sexy curls that bounced behind the woman following the owner, Joe Marks, to the back room.

Who the hell was she? He’d never seen her here before. Hell, few women ever entered the testosterone-packed facility. And those who did, did so at their own risk.

“A woman? You let yourself get pummeled by me to stare at a girl?” Mason chuckled. “I never thought I’d see the day.”

Rafe turned his head back toward his friend, rubbing his jaw and opening it wide to work out the stiffness. Until that second, the pain hadn’t registered. Mason had clocked him below the eye, close enough to leave a nice blue circle and rattle his teeth at the same time.

Instead of heeding his friend’s ribbing, Rafe glanced back at the office the goddess had entered. “Do you know who that was?”

“I think it’s Joe’s niece.”

“Niece? I didn’t realize Joe had any relatives in the area. I’ve never met any of them.” Rafe and Mason had been training at the gym for years. Rafe had never seen this woman coming or going.

Rafe pulled off his gloves and wiped his forehead with a towel he’d flung over the fence before they’d started sparring. He wasn’t usually the kind of guy to get flustered over a woman. Never, actually. It had been a while since he’d been on a date. And longer since he’d been laid.

Something about those tight curls and the way the woman stepped through the gym as though she might catch something if she touched anything had his cock harder than a two-by-four.

Mason laughed again. “Man, I’ve never seen you like this.”

Rafe turned around and whipped his towel at Mason, snapping his friend in the leg. “Like you never ogle a hot woman.”

Mason shook his head. “Oh, I admit I do. It’s you who doesn’t usually take heed.”

Rafe gathered his gloves, grabbed his water bottle, and opened the fence to exit the octagon.

“So, I guess we’re done here?” Mason called after him, his voice still ringing with mirth.

Rafe ignored him and headed for the shower. He prayed he could get cleaned up fast and be back out before the sexy, short skirt left. He wasn’t overly concerned about finding out who she was, but it would be much easier to find out from her himself rather than asking the owner for details. For all he knew, the man could wig out and tell Rafe nothing, especially if she was a relative or someone special to him.

On the flip side, why not? Rafe was a good guy. Easy on the eyes. Hard working. Who wouldn’t want him dating their niece?

It took him under fifteen minutes to clean up and get out of the locker room. He held his breath as he peeked into the back office and saw the finest ass he’d seen in forever leaning over Joe’s desk. A cold sweat broke out as he thought about running his hands over that pair of cheeks. If there was such a thing as fate, Rafe had been bitten by the lust fairy.

Taking his time, he sauntered out the door and leaned his back against the wall outside the gym. A black Lexus sat idling in the parking lot, catching his eye. No one he knew at the gym drove a Lexus and the driver was still inside. In fact the man sat facing him, staring, his eyes narrowed as though he were irritated Rafe would dare take up a position against the wall.

Rafe hoped his dream woman would leave soon and alone. It was hot outside. Summer hadn’t officially begun, but Vegas was already sweltering. He could only stand idly against the side of the building for so long before he would melt. And the jackass staring at him was making him testy.

Luckily, he got his wish. Soft laughter proceeded her exit. He hadn’t heard her voice yet, but he had no doubt it was her. There were no other women currently inside the gym. With the exception of a group of female fighters, few women ever entered Joe’s gym. Thank God. It kept Rafe from getting his face smashed in on a regular basis from not paying attention.

Rafe crossed one ankle over the other and pretended to check his phone messages while he waited. Her sweet voice leaked out the door as someone held it open and she said her goodbyes. “Thanks, Uncle Joe. I’ll call you next week then?”

“I’ll be here.”

And then the waiting was over. The first thing Rafe saw was a tan sexy leg emerge into the sunshine. And the body that followed made his palms sweat.

“Oh.” She set a hand on her chest, startled, as the door behind her closed with a snick. “You—”

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.” Rafe alternated his weight from one foot to the other.

She stared at him for a moment and glanced over her shoulder. The running car engine must have grabbed her attention.

Two seconds later she whipped her head back toward Rafe, stepped into the space between his legs, and entwined her arms around his neck. “Mind if I use you?” She didn’t wait for an answer. Before Rafe could wrap his mind around his good fortune, the pixie had tipped her head, leaned in, and planted a kiss on him that scrambled his brain. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, he set his hands on her lower back and held her tight as he deepened the kiss.

God almighty. She tasted of mint and smelled like sunshine. He was vaguely aware of the Lexus speeding away but didn’t break contact with the woman’s soft lips to investigate.

Finally, she pulled back. Her eyes were wide, her mouth open, wet from their kiss, and she gasped for air. “Shit.” She stepped back. “You can kiss.” She touched her mouth with her fingers as though ensuring it was still there.

Rafe smiled. “Thank you. Um, I don’t know what to say. Rafe Walker.” He held out his hand in the narrow space between them. “Can’t complain about meeting a gorgeous woman in that fashion.”

The woman smiled, awkwardly shaking his hand with her head tipped to one side and her eyes narrowed. She pointed toward the door with her free hand. “You’re the one who got punched in the face.” Her gaze landed on his left eye.

“The one and only. I got distracted.” He smiled. “But not as distracted as I am now.”

She blushed, her face turning a deep shade of red before her mouth turned up in a beautiful grin. “Sorry.” She jerked her hand back as though suddenly realizing it had been in his grip longer than strictly necessary. Her stance went from controlled to slightly nervous, her fists gripped at her sides, her legs shifting back and forth.

“And you are?”

“Oh. Right. Katy.”

3 thoughts on “Come!

  1. Sounds HAWT, Becca. And yes, MMA and D/s sounds like a match made in alpha-male hotness heaven. Congrats on the new book. Um do you actually sleep? ‘Cause, girl, you are turning out books right and left.


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