Synopsis

Once you slap the hell out of the light heavyweight champion of the world on the night of his first loss, how do you convince him to give you an interview? That’s the dilemma Samantha Wellington finds herself in after turning down the most desirable yet foul-mouthed athlete she’s come across. Unfortunately for her, her job depends on getting his interview and this boxer’s not talking.
When Trent “The Punisher” Page is humiliated by the spunky reporter, then cornered for an interview, he does what he does best: he plays dirty. He didn’t earn his nickname for being nice, after all. If the little minx wants to know more about him, she’ll have to pay with the one thing she’s not willing to give – herself.
Her elements of surprise meet their match in his determination to succeed. With vastly different motivations, can they break down the enemy without jeopardizing themselves?

“Dinner was good and all, but what else you got in store for me, babe?” he whispered in her ear.
She turned slowly, teasing him with those lips that were inches away from his. “You mean this wasn’t enough?”
He chuckled. “Not nearly.”
Her eyes twinkled up at him. “I figured as much, which is why part two is coming in a week.”
“Part two?”
She nodded, giving him a mysterious smile.
“I don’t think I like the sound of that. If you’ll throw chicken-fried steak at me next week, that’s not gonna get you any closer to the interview.”
She threw back her head and laughed. It was one of the most satisfying sounds he’d heard in a long time.
“I’m not arranging for another meal, Punisher. But my end of the bargain comes in several parts, so you’ll just have to be patient.”
He brushed a strand of hair away from her face and grazed her cheek with his thumb. “I hate being patient.”
“What a surprise,” she said, staring up at him.
He lowered his thumb and ran it over her bottom lip, relishing the fact that he’d been right about how soft it would feel. Jesus, he was getting a fucking hard-on from running a finger over her lips.
“Will part two be worth my time, then?”
Her lips parted, and for a second, he thought she’d lick his finger, but instead she pulled her head away and nodded. “Every second of it.”
He inhaled deeply and let his disappointment flow out of him with a loud sigh. “I hope so. This is dragging on for far too long.”
She walked around the car and opened her door. “All good things come to those who wait, Page.”
“Those good things better include crotchless panties and high heels,” he grunted, getting in.
She laughed again, dashing his hopes.






Mila Rossi is a contemporary romance author who writes feel-good stories - no angst here. She creates heroines who don't back down, stand up for themselves and insist on freedom and independence until the right man comes along, then all rules are thrown out the window. The heroes must be clever, generous, and able to throw a girl over their shoulder.
Mila has seen the world and loves to write about it. She also loves to paint vintage anime characters, belly dance, try new foods, and perfect her archery skills. She wishes she could partake in extreme sports, but only allows her characters to tempt fate. Her own chances of causing disasters are just too high.
Mila also writes historical romance under the name Alice Lake.
When not typing away furiously, she goofs around with her husband and daughter.