I learnt the hard and painful way that men don't stay, ever. Even the ones you trust the most can be taken away in the blink of an eye. It's easier to keep them at a distance. I have my fun with men and then part ways.

I've spent the last five years of my life avoiding any and all emotional connections with men. I've been successful at it too. I've built up walls with so much mortar and rendered them around my heart.

That is, until Bray freaking Williamson came barging into my life with his perfectly sculpted tattooed body and entrancing green eyes. He was like being tempted by the most delicious chocolate brownie, the perfect mixture of rough on the outside and soft and gooey on the inside. He came at me with his damn bulldozer, effectively destroying my carefully constructed walls, brick by brick, leaving a pile of rubble behind.

Do I follow what my fragile heart wants and give into temptation? Give him the key to my heart, knowing how easily he could crush it? Or should I follow my brain and run far, far away from this god of a man?

I'm a fighter not a lover. I'm ruthless in the cage, an undefeated champion.

I always fight for what I want, and I always win no matter the odds. What I want comes in the form of a beautiful feisty, independent redhead.

She won't agree to be mine, yet, but I'm happy to agree to disagree with her on that, because she is mine. She wants to run? that's fine I'll run faster. She wants to hide? I'll hunt her and I won't stop until I find her. Everyone in Sydney is about to learn that the fusion of Bray and Reilly is happening.

Run, hide and deny all you like - I'm a fighter and this is one fight I won't give up on. Brielly is here to stay.