{"id":341,"date":"2018-08-15T14:14:56","date_gmt":"2018-08-15T17:14:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.twobooksinashelf.com\/?p=341"},"modified":"2018-08-15T14:14:56","modified_gmt":"2018-08-15T17:14:56","slug":"excerpt-fighting-for-whats-his","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.twobooksinashelf.com\/index.php\/excerpt-fighting-for-whats-his\/","title":{"rendered":"Excerpt – Fighting For What’s His"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Hoje temos um trecho de Fight for What’s His da autora Laura Kaye! A sinopse voc\u00ea pode ler aqui<\/a>.<\/h3>\n<\/td>\n

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Today we have a excerpt of Fightinf for What’s His, by Laura Kaye. You can read the synopsis here<\/a>.<\/h3>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

Amazon<\/a> | <\/strong>Amazon Paperback<\/a> | <\/strong>Barnes & Noble<\/a> | <\/strong>iBooks<\/a> | <\/strong>Kobo<\/a><\/strong><\/h2>\n

Add to your <\/strong>Goodreads<\/a><\/strong><\/h2>\n

A note from Laura Kaye: <\/em><\/strong><\/h2>\n

I\u2019m so excited to share Fighting for What\u2019s His, because this story is such a sweet, sexy, and funny roommates-to-lovers and brother\u2019s best friend story! Need more to pique your interest? Enjoy this excerpt:<\/em><\/strong><\/h2>\n

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\u201cI got the bandages you asked for. I\u2019ll grab them,\u201d Shayna said.<\/p>\n

Without looking at her, Billy nodded once. She heard the frustrated breath he released as she left the room. When she came back up, he was waiting at the top of the steps. \u201cI got it from here, thanks.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI can help\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve got<\/em> it,\u201d he said again, not quite meeting her gaze.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou helped me, so why can\u2019t I help\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShayna<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBilly<\/em>.\u201d She understood how guys like Billy and her brother thought. She\u2019d been around enough Rangers to know they hated<\/em> needing help. But that didn\u2019t mean they didn\u2019t actually need it. \u201cYou won\u2019t be able to reach the back of your shoulder. Let me help.\u201d<\/p>\n

He let out a harsh breath, then turned away. \u201cFine.\u201d He disappeared into his bedroom at the back of the hallway.<\/p>\n

She followed the rectangle of light spilling from the master bathroom and found him gathering supplies from the medicine cabinet. For a moment, she just stood in the doorway, because she could feel the anger rolling off of him. \u201cI\u2019m sorry if carrying my stupid desk made your shoulder worse.\u201d<\/p>\n

He slanted her a look, and it was clear that he was attempting to beat back his frustration. \u201cIt didn\u2019t, so don\u2019t worry.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m kinda predisposed to think things are my fault, so it can\u2019t be helped.\u201d<\/p>\n

He frowned, and this time all the frustration bled from his expression. \u201cWhy do you say that?\u201d<\/p>\n

Because my idiocy and stubbornness killed my brother<\/em>. That was what she thought, but what she said was, \u201cI don\u2019t know. Old habit.\u201d<\/p>\n

Billy shook his head. \u201cWell, this isn\u2019t your fault, Shayna. And I\u2019d be willing to bet that whatever else you\u2019re worrying about isn\u2019t either.\u201d He closed the toilet lid and sat heavily, and Shayna was glad that he looked away, because his words had unleashed a sting at the backs of her eyes. \u201cI hate that I need help with this. Not that you\u2019re the one helping.\u201d<\/p>\n

There went her belly again. \u201cJust pretend I\u2019m Ryan,\u201d she said in a quiet voice.<\/p>\n

He smirked up at her. \u201cWhy would I do that?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause you probably wouldn\u2019t care if a buddy was patching you up, right?\u201d<\/p>\n

He shrugged with one big shoulder. \u201cAnyone ever told you that you can be too damn perceptive?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI am a photographer, after all. It\u2019s literally my job to notice things.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMine, too,\u201d he said, tossing an appreciative glance over his shoulder. Their gazes collided. Held.<\/p>\n

Made Shayna\u2019s heart beat harder. \u201cSo, do I need to do anything special or just clean, bandage, tape?\u201d she asked as her gaze scanned over his burn scars.<\/p>\n

\u201cPut antibiotic cream on before you bandage. Otherwise, that\u2019s it. And be sure to pat rather than wipe. Because of the movement of the joint, this spot is the one area that has struggled to heal.\u201d<\/p>\n

She washed her hands and ran warm water over a wash cloth, then did as he said. \u201cLet me know if I hurt you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou won\u2019t,\u201d he said. \u201cI can\u2019t feel much where its scarred. My nerves are mostly shot back there.\u201d<\/p>\n

Shayna debated whether humor would help or hurt the situation, then went for it. \u201cWell, in case you have one left, I don\u2019t want to get on it.\u201d<\/p>\n

One beat passed, then another. Billy chuckled, and the sound did funny things to her chest. \u201cAppreciate that, smart ass.\u201d<\/p>\n

She put a playful sauciness in her voice as she said, \u201cYou noticing my ass, Billy Parrish?\u201d<\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t answer, even though his mental debate as to how<\/em> to respond seemed to ring loudly, making her laugh as she tended to him.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is pretty much the same thing I had to do when I got the tattoo on my shoulder,\u201d she said, smoothing antibiotic cream over the rent skin. She grimaced as she did so, not because she found it unpleasant, but because she worried about hurting him despite his reassurances.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow many tattoos do you have?\u201d he asked in a low voice.<\/p>\n

The question reminded her that he\u2019d seen one of them\u2014her most intimate one, and heat filtered into her cheeks as she positioned the bandage. \u201cFour. The one on my hip, and three on my back and shoulders. Once you have one, it\u2019s kinda addicting.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIs that right?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMmhmm,\u201d she murmured, concentrating on the tape. \u201cI think the bottom piece of tape might need to wrap under your arm a little to hold it in place. Is that okay?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhatever you say, Goldilocks.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019ll be Dr. Goldilocks to you, ya git.\u201d She smoothed the tape down.<\/p>\n

He chuckled again. \u201cWhat\u2019s with the colorful cursing?\u201d<\/p>\n

She grinned. \u201cI grew up with brothers. Am I offending your sensitive ears, Ranger Parrish?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHell, no,\u201d he said. \u201cI\u2019m a fan.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThere,\u201d she said, surveying her work. Satisfaction warmed her belly, because she\u2019d gotten to help him. And he\u2019d called her pretty. And said he was a fan of the crazy crap that came out of her mouth. \u201cAll done.\u201d<\/p>\n

He rose and peered in the mirror. \u201cPerfect, Shayna,\u201d he said, their gazes meeting in the mirror.<\/p>\n

And she could\u2019ve sworn he said, \u201cPerfect Shayna,\u201d without<\/em> the pause between. Especially when he looked at her like he was doing right now.<\/p>\n

As if she had on far too many clothes. And Jesus did she suddenly agree.<\/p>\n

\u201cAny time you need patched up, consider me your girl,\u201d she managed, still meeting the heat in those brown eyes.<\/p>\n

Brown eyes whose reflection looked her up and down. \u201cDon\u2019t you mean woman<\/em>? Consider you my woman?\u201d he teased, throwing her earlier words back at her. \u201cYou know, when I need patched up.\u201d<\/p>\n

Shayna released a shaky breath. \u201cYeah. Exactly.\u201d<\/p>\n

He gave a slow nod, then turned to look at her directly, bringing them toe to toe. \u201cThen, consider me your man when you need muscle. Now, how about I go move your car and help you build a desk?\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201cThe always amazing Kaye is kicking off a terrific new contemporary romance series that centers around a wounded warrior\u2019s fight club. Kaye does a beautiful job exploring the fallout from war and PTSD as various characters struggle to cope in their own ways. The love story between Noah Cortez and his childhood friend Kristina Moore is both compelling and touching, for the obstacles in their way loom large. A truly memorable read!\u201d ~ RT Book Reviews<\/h2>\n

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\"\"About Laura Kaye:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Laura is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over thirty books in contemporary and erotic romance and romantic suspense, including the Blasphemy, Hard Ink, and Raven Riders series. Growing up, Laura\u2019s large extended family believed in the supernatural, and family lore involving angels, ghosts, and evil-eye curses cemented in Laura a life-long fascination with storytelling and all things paranormal. Laura also writes historical fiction as the NYT bestselling author, Laura Kamoie. She lives in Maryland with her husband and two daughters, and appreciates her view of the Chesapeake Bay every day.<\/p>\n

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