Hot Blooded Prizefighter by Holly Dodd

Connor:
I’m the king of trash talking, but this time my mouth has signed a check I’m not sure I can cash. Now, I’m fighting in the biggest publicized spectacle, with a chance at a massive payday. I have two months to make this work and prove that I’m the true world champion.Except, my handlers think I need refinement. You can’t fix perfection, but that doesn’t stop my new style coach from trying. Crystal Lawson is set on keeping our relationship platonic, but I can see the lust in her eyes and feel the craving in her touch. We’re supposed to keep this professional, but I f*cking love a challenge. I might be an animal in the ring, but I am a beast in bed. Before our time is through, she’s going to be screaming my name.

Crystal:
I should have walked away. My sanity isn’t worth being secluded on a remote island with a barbarian. I should be having the time of my life. I’m doing the job of my dreams, surrounded by the best fighters MMA has to offer and gorgeous beaches.
There’s just one problem; Connor McGrath. The arrogant and sexy-as-hell Irish fighter tests my every nerve. I hate him for dragging me into this situation. But every time I see him, I long to trace his tattoos and lick his abs. I’m stuck in paradise with him for sixty days with no way out, and a runaway libido.
As the nights grow hotter, and the chemistry between us threatens to erupt, I can’t help but wonder if beauty ever tamed the beast.