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Authors: L.P. Dover

Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #Women's Fiction, #Contemporary Women, #Romance, #New Adult & College, #Romantic Suspense, #Contemporary Fiction, #Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, #Sagas, #Mystery & Suspense, #Suspense, #Sports, #Gloves Off Series

Tyler's Undoing

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Tyler’s Undoing

A Gloves Off Novel

Copyright © 2014 by L.P. Dover

Cover design by Regina Wamba of
Mae I Design

Editing by Victoria Rae Schmitz, Crimson Tide Editorial

Formatting by
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Title Page

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Four

Chapter Thirty-Five

Chapter Thirty-Six

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Chapter Forty

Chapter Forty-One

Chapter Forty-Two

Chapter Forty-Three

Chapter Forty-Four

Chapter Forty-Five

Epilogue

Preview of Ryley’s Revenge

Acknowledgments

About the Author

Other Titles

Other Extraordinary Authors

 

 

FOR ONCE IN my life, I was untouchable.

No more was I the guy who settled for fourth place and moved on. I was determined to be the one everyone screamed for, the one women eagerly fell on their knees for. In the past year, so much had changed. I was finally living the life I’d always dreamt about. I had an agent, an undefeated record, and the women
did
fall eagerly to their knees in front of me . . . literally.

All I ever wanted was to be the best, and now I was here, I didn’t want to go back. No one wanted to be the guy who always got close, but could never quite reach the top. Seeing the disappointment on my father’s face made me feel worthless. It also didn’t help that he had no faith in me whatsoever. He was my coach, and he took his job seriously. Sometimes, I think he forgot he was actually my father as well.

“This is insane,” Todd exclaimed, slowly spinning around, beaming at the amount of people sitting in the arena. “They all want you, Tyler. Breathe it in, soak it up. It’s only going to get better from here.”

You’re damn right
.

Always the enthusiast, Todd Winfield—with his slicked back, midnight-black hair and expensive gray suit. He was thirty five years old, a born opportunist, and my agent. Thankfully, I was lucky enough to have been found by him after my epic battle last year at the Golden State tour. I had been grappling with UFC’s infamous bad boy and Heavyweight champion, Matt Reynolds. He’d kicked my ass, but I sure as hell didn’t make it easy for him.

Fast forward one year, and we now found ourselves in Dallas, Texas, at the American Airlines Center. There had to be twenty thousand people sitting around the arena, chanting my name. The sound of the crowd screaming for me as I walked down to the ring, echoed in my ears. Knowing they’d come to see
me,
was the ultimate high. Pumped for the fight, I sauntered down the aisle, keeping my gaze on my opponent.

Countless women raked their nails down my skin, screaming their need for me—what they’d do to my body. My agent and father warded them off, but I fucking loved it. All of it.

It was my time and I was going to live it.

Before I could get into the ring and kick my opponent’s ass, my father halted me with a hand on my shoulder. “Concentrate, son,” he growled low in my ear. “Cockiness will not win you the fight. It’ll only make you sloppy.”

Glancing up into the ring, I chuckled. I had nothing to worry about, my opponent was a hard striker, but I was quicker on my feet. “I’m not cocky,” I snapped. “I’m confident. This guy’s going down.”

My father narrowed his eyes and huffed.

I’d been training with some of the best MMA fighters in the league and I didn’t only believe I could win this fight, I knew it. Taking off my black and neon green robe, I handed it to my father and jumped into the ring, ignoring the disgusted look on his face.

“When did you get like this?” he argued impatiently, folding my robe over his arm. “I didn’t raise you to be an arrogant, self-centered jackass.”

Before the announcer made his way to the center of the ring, I leaned over the edge and peered down at my father. His annoyed glare was starting to become permanently etched. Most people agreed we looked alike—he was just an older version of me and also a retired fighter.

“No,” I brushed him off, “you raised me to be a winner, and I finally am. Try not to be too overjoyed with the concept.” Without waiting for a reply, I strolled to the center of the ring just in time for the announcer to call out my name.

“And fighting in the black shorts tonight, is the one you’ve all been waiting for! Ladies and gentleman, I give you
Tyler . . . the Terror . . . Ruuussshiiiing
!”

Lifting my arms, I circled around the ring, feeding off of the sound of my name coming across thousands of lips. My opponent—with his navy blue shorts, pale skin, and bright red hair—had a leer on his face the entire time. The combination made him look like a defective American flag. Justin Somers. What a douche. I guess it was Memorial Day weekend, maybe he took the red, white, and blue seriously, except he didn’t look to be in a festive mood.

“So were you and Pops arguing over how you were going to lose tonight?” the talking flag sneered.

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