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Fighting Griffin: Below the Belt Trilogy, #1
Fighting Griffin: Below the Belt Trilogy, #1
Fighting Griffin: Below the Belt Trilogy, #1
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Fighting Griffin is book 1 of the Below the Belt Trilogy. Books 2 and 3, Bucking Griffin and Obeying Griffin are available everywhere now!

He didn't need a chokehold to take my breath away.

Sadie 

I’ve got my career and reputation to worry about. The last thing I need is some bad boy adrenaline junkie who can’t keep his hands to himself.

So why does the sight of this guy make me want to drop to my knees?

This guy could practically snap me with those massive arms and his double-wide hands. It’s primal. It’s disgusting.

So why do I want it?

He makes headlines with his strong fists and fast women. He discards everyone and everything. I’m a smart girl—too smart to set myself up.

So why am I dying for him to knock me down?

Griffin 

She’s just another clean-cut girl hoping to piss off daddy by bringing a bruiser like me around.

Still, I’d like to see that uptight little suit on my bedroom floor.

She thinks she’s smarter than me. I wanna take her down a notch. In fact, I wanna take her all the way down.

A girl like that is just aching to be broken by a man like me.

She seems so pure, so untouched—more likely to curl up with a book than a man.

But we’ll see how much she feels like reading after I’m behind her with a fistful of that gorgeous hair.

Go ahead, sweetheart. Roll those beautiful eyes and use that condescending tone on me.

Soon enough you’ll be tapping out.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateDec 18, 2017
ISBN9781386442233
Fighting Griffin: Below the Belt Trilogy, #1

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    Fighting Griffin - Ashley Hall

    FIGHTING GRIFFIN: Below the Belt Trilogy (Book #1)

    By Ashley Hall

    He didn't need a chokehold to take my breath away.

    SADIE

    I’ve got my career and reputation to worry about. The last thing I need is some bad boy adrenaline junkie who can’t keep his hands to himself.

    So why does the sight of this guy make me want to drop to my knees?

    This guy could practically snap me with those massive arms and his double-wide hands. It’s primal. It’s disgusting.

    So why do I want it?

    He makes headlines with his strong fists and fast women. He discards everyone and everything. I’m a smart girl—too smart to set myself up.

    So why am I dying for him to knock me down?

    GRIFFIN

    She’s just another clean-cut girl hoping to piss off daddy by bringing a bruiser like me around.

    Still, I’d like to see that uptight little suit on my bedroom floor.

    She thinks she’s smarter than me. I wanna take her down a notch. In fact, I wanna take her all the way down.

    A girl like that is just aching to be broken by a man like me.

    She seems so pure, so untouched—more likely to curl up with a book than a man.

    But we’ll see how much she feels like reading after I’m behind her with a fistful of that gorgeous hair.

    Go ahead, sweetheart. Roll those beautiful eyes and use that condescending tone on me.

    Soon enough you’ll be tapping out.

    Sadie

    It felt like the day was never going to end. Of course, I’d been struggling from the moment I woke up, so of course an eight-hour shift seemed like an eternity. I had spent the previous night working until about three in the morning, hoping that my latest article would, for once, earn me the recognition I was trying so hard to achieve.

    But so far, I’d heard nothing back since I submitted the piece upon arriving at the office. Thankfully enough, I was patient. I’ve always been patient. My parents listed it as one of my most amazing qualities the last time I called them to mention that I still hadn’t gotten a promotion.

    For as long as I could remember, I’d just wanted to write. All through my years of schooling, I was a member of newspapers and yearbook panels, and most of my free time was spent penning pages in either my diary or for the various junior journalism contests that I entered through the years. My parents were elated every time I won, and I continued to be surprised.

    At the time, writing was more of a hobby than something I imagined I could make a career out of. But when I graduated from high school, my path never seemed clearer. After obtaining my degree in journalism and public relations from Duke, I was lucky enough to land a job at a popular entertainment magazine less than six months later.

    I’d been at The Grind for almost two years, and though I had all the vim and vigor of a concerted reporter, I had gone exactly nowhere.

    And still, I was patient. But, that was me – Sadie Warner, all-around good girl, and hard-worker. I tended to do what I was told. I never had the rebellious phase that so many teens went through with their parents and all my friends constantly branded me the goody-two-shoes of our group.

    But I never complained. Why would I, when being the good girl had worked for me up until now?

    Sadie?

    I jumped as Alex, my boss, called me from across the office. Popping my head up above my cubicle, I met the middle-aged man’s intense gray gaze.

    Yeah?

    Get in here. He gestured toward the conference room, giving the order in his distinctive gruff tone. We need you for this meeting.

    Meeting? No one told me about any meeting today. Nonetheless, I bolted up, grabbing a pad to take notes as I hurried down the hallway that led to the conference room on the west end of the floor. I seemed to arrive right as the meeting started, and took a seat next to Nick, one of the magazine’s lead reporters. He certainly didn’t have any difficulty getting the stories he wanted, and he’d only been with the company for a year longer than I had.

    He was also one of the office’s most notorious flirts. When I sank into the chair to his right, he immediately winked at me, and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Sure, Nick was cute enough, but I had no desire to be next in his long line of conquests.

    Alright, people. Alex got everyone’s attention brusquely. "We’ve just had one of the year’s hottest exclusives dumped in our laps. For a split second, his lips curved upwards in a ghost of a smile, and I knew he must be in a good mood.

    Alex never smiled. "We’ve got the first major interview with up and coming MMA fighter Griffin Webb. It’s going to be a cover story, so I need someone who’s going to get this right."

    Immediately, half of the hands in the room shot up – most of them female. But, I knew better. How long had I been asking Alex for cover stories? Since about two weeks after I’d started working at The Grind. While, at first, his excuse had been that I needed more experience, now I knew he was deliberately blowing me off.

    Sadie, the ever-patient.

    Chewing on my lower lip, I tapped my pen against the pad in front of me while I waited for Alex to pick the lucky duck who would get the assignment. I was willing to bet that it would be Nick, and I wasn’t disappointed. Within thirty seconds, Alex’s finger shot out to point at the swarthy brunette.

    Sadie. It’s your lucky day.

    What? For a minute, I was confused. He was pointing at Nick, but talking to me.

    And then I realized...he was pointing at me. My eyebrows must have touched my hairline. "Me? I stared at Alex incredulously. You’re giving me a cover story?"

    Don’t look so surprised. For all the world, Alex sounded as if he’d been planning to give me the gig all along. And, within a few seconds, I found out why. You’re cute, Sadie. And you’re nice. Webb will eat it up.

    Was that supposed to be an insult or a compliment? I wasn’t quite sure. I held my tongue, as usual, afraid that if I asked I’d be denied the cover that had so suddenly dropped into my lap.

    The meeting moved on swiftly, and other assignments were given out. Thirty minutes later, I was still shocked that the cover piece hadn’t been taken from me, and walked back to my desk in a daze.

    It wasn’t until I sat down that I realized; I had no idea who on earth Griffin Webb was. He had to be pretty hot stuff to garner a cover, but there was no way I could meet the man without knowing what I was getting into. So, I did what any rational reporter

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