Wild Card by Ava Ashley

The hits that hurt the most are the ones you don’t see coming.
For me, that hit came six years ago when the girl next door, my best friend, betrayed me.I’ve spent every day since then learning how to protect myself. How to fight. How to shove the memories of her so deep they never see the light of day. The taste of her lips, the brush of her hair against my face as we … anyway, it worked. Mostly.Until now.When a motorcycle accident lands me on forced leave from my MMA career, my manager convinces me to spend the downtime fixing my bad boy image. Which is how I end up in the last place I ever expected to be: a reality dating show.I tell myself I don’t care. It’s just one more distraction from thoughts of her, and that’s all I need.And then she walks on set.If you think I burn to touch her, to run my hands through that dark silky hair and do all the dirty things to her I haven’t let myself think about for six years …You’re so wrong.She screwed me, in more ways than one.F#@k my public image. This show wants fireworks? I’ll give them the damn Fourth of July.