To Nathan Hunt, honesty is anything but the best policy. Telling the truth has earned him nothing but heartache and pain, so lying about who he is and what he wants seems to be the only path to job security and friends. Hell, it even brings him a hollow kind of happiness.<br><br>Except that's not much of a life for anyone. Desperate to cure his self-made misery, Nathan agrees to go along with a con that will score enough cash for Nathan to start over. There's just one problem: lying is getting harder by the day. And a con who can't lie, is a con who gets caught.<br><br>Nathan's attempts to distract himself from his moral quandary lead him to a mysterious, intoxicating man named Fury, a mixed martial arts fighter who knows a thing or two about lies and pasts better left dead and buried. Together, they undertake a journey that proves honesty is more dangerous and more difficult than either of them could have imagined. And as they combat addiction, thugs, guns, and inner demons, Nathan and Fury can only hope that their battle to be together is worth the bitter fight.

Fight

Up close, Nathan got a load of Fury’s thick lips, heavy brow, and a white scar on the side of his neck, right under his jaw. Nathan couldn’t think of a thing to say, but Fury didn’t seem interested in conversation. He straddled the bench, lay down, and rocked his shoulders, settling under the weight bar. Nathan’s mouth went dry. Fury’s shirt bunched up, revealing a strip of dusky skin covered in black curls. Nathan swallowed, but his legs worked on autopilot, thank God, and he stopped when he was at Fury’s head. Nathan set his racket down so it leaned against the rail. For a stupid second, Nathan didn’t know what to do, and Fury watched Nathan from upside down and below. His eyebrows lifted, and his lips parted.


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