 When you see something going on that's wrong, do you take a stand? MS Kaye's heroine is someone who fights for others. She will set off on her own to find the truth, even at the risk to herself. FIGHT PRINCESS is a gut wrenching story that will keep you reading into the night. Now available in Ebook and Print, pick up your copy today! Blurb: Things aren’t what they seem. Don’t get involved. Celisse is too headstrong to listen. Her best friend’s boyfriend is dead, and she does not heed Cullen’s warning, slipped to her in a note as he’s being arrested for the murder. Cullen tries to keep Celisse out of danger and also tries to avoid her, both unsuccessfully. He can’t deny his feelings for her anymore, but he knows he can’t have her. If she ever discovered the truth about his past, she’d surely hate him. Struggling with her intense feelings for Cullen, Celisse uses her skills as an ex-prosecutor to investigate, all while continuing to fight for Ogden, the organizer of an underground fight ring. She eventually realizes things are connected: the ring, Ogden, Cullen, the murder—and herself. She races to uncover the truth before she’s arrested or becomes the next victim—or perhaps, the next culprit. EXCERPT: One of the policemen took handcuffs from his belt and stepped closer. “You’re under arrest for the murder of Daryl Blake.” Cullen gave no struggle as the policeman handcuffed him. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you…” Bridgette stood and talked to the other policeman. “Daryl is dead?” “He was found this morning in an alley off Union Avenue, very near Mr. Surratt’s residence.” Bridgette’s eyes started to tear. “He’s gone,” she mumbled. Then her back straightened. “But Cullen didn’t do anything other than stop him from hurting us.” “Can you attest to his whereabouts for the rest of the night?” Bridgette hesitated. “No. Cullen told us to leave.” The policeman nodded. “He wanted us to get to safety. Celisse called you guys. You know Daryl was trying to hurt us. Cullen was protecting us from him.” “Of course,” the policeman said. “Bridgette,” Celisse murmured. “Sit down.” Bridgette looked at her. Celisse nodded curtly for her to take her chair. She sat. With his hands secured behind his back, Cullen allowed himself to be escorted out. “We’ll be in touch,” the other officer said. He walked out after his partner and Cullen. One of the officer’s handcuffs or gun clanked against the metal frame of the outer office doorway. “It’s not right,” Bridgette screeched, half a yell and half a sob. “He didn’t do anything. I know it.” Lily’s voice was calm and quiet. “You can’t know for sure.” She slid her chair closer and hugged Bridgette. “It’ll be all right,” she whispered as she stroked Bridgette’s hair. “You’re safe now, and if Cullen didn’t do it, we’ll help him.” Bridgette buried her face in Lily’s shoulder. “It’s my fault. All of it. I—” Sobs cut off her words. “No, sweetie.” Lily continued to stroke her hair. Celisse looked down at her lap and unfolded the note Cullen had stuffed into her hand. Things aren’t what they seem. Don’t get involved. Now Available |
