Dear Sir/Madam,I would like to nominate my jerkface of a boss, Kingston Chase for the worst boss of the year award. I don’t know if that’s a category at your esteemed paper as yet, but if not, it should be.Yours Sincerely,Skye ReddingSkye,You do realize you sent this to me, your boss, right?Not Amused,Kingston ChaseKingston,Maybe if you cracked a smile some days, you wouldn’t be the monster that you are.SkyeP.S. And of course I realized. I was just giving you a heads up before I actually submit something.Skye,Just so you know, you never have to let me know before you want to give me head...a heads up.KingstonThis was the email exchange after one week at my new job. Not even I could have predicted where this was going. I had no idea just how much Kingston Chase would change my life.

My brother’s best friend might be a cocky wide receiver with an ego the size of Texas, but I swear I did not mean to almost kill him with a ghost pepper.Logan Murphy should come with a warning.He’s as hot as a Carolina Reaper on black asphalt in the middle of July.With perfectly messy dark hair and smoldering blue eyes—and don’t even get me started on the way that black tee stretches across his toned chest…He’s my brother’s best friend.He’s also a football star on track to win the first wide-receiver MVP in league history.Good thing I only date golfers… or I did.Good thing he’s only visiting for a month, because the more I see he’s not a player, the harder it is to block him from running away with my heart.I’ve always loved football, but after eight years pro, everything about it leaves me cold.So when I agree to head south with my best friend, the last thing I expect is to have my face melted off by his pepper-loving little sister.Dylan Bradford was supposed to be a kid, not a feisty pinup who looks at me like she’s never seen a man before.She’s all curves and cutoffs, bare feet dancing in the warm summer night,But I’m only in town a month, and she doesn’t date football players.Then late-night talks turn to sharing past hurts and future dreams, and shy looks turn to confident kisses.The heat between us can’t be denied. It’s spicy and sweet, and it melts us together.Until the way we touch becomes more than friendly—it’s forever.(THE WAY WE TOUCH is a small-town, brother’s best friend, sports romance with hilarious “accidents,” and a dirty-talking hero. No cheating. No cliffhanger. No third-act breakup.)

He’s a playboy. A certified Casanova a younger version of me would likely (definitely) have fallen for, hard.I would have loved the way Marco Grado looked at me from across the bar. The way he strode over to my friend and me as if he owned the place.As if he owned me.Fortunately, I’ve been burned by enough guys like him to know better now. Especially when he turns out to be the same Marco Grado who co-owns the vineyard neighboring mine. Or more precisely, the vineyard which is mine for the taking if I choose to accept my father’s “gift” of part-ownership in Sunset Vineyards.A choice between giving my father a free pass for all the pain he’s caused or returning to a job I hate means there’s no room for the kind of heartbreak Marco would inevitably bring me if I gave in to his not-so-subtle advances.Advances that are becoming harder and harder to ignore.

When it comes to protecting his angel, he has no mercy.Gabriel:The first time I saw her, she made my pulse dance to a rhythm that matched the sway of her hips.The second time I saw her, she was in the arms of my best friend.That broken, rusty organ in my chest hasn’t beaten since.Blood doesn’t run through these veins, it’s pure, unleaded determination.I’ve fought my whole life. For safety. For Food. For my family.Five years later, I'm fighting for my position in the MMA world.No distractions.Only, my angel needs me, and that tin can behind my ribs found its beat again.Francesca:Gabriel “No Mercy” Stone earned his fight-name long before he entered the octagon.He’s been a thorn in my side for years.He takes pleasure in proving his nickname to me at every turn.He’s relentless. He’s heartless.Until one day he’s not.It took the worst day of my life for Gabriel to show me mercy.Broken and afraid, I let him piece me back together.He offers me everything yet promises nothing.When a man shows he has no mercy, you should believe him.D.M. Davis’ NO MERCY is a heart-wrenching, enemies to lovers, steamy contemporary sports romance and the first book in the Black Ops MMA series.Intended for mature audiences. Some scenes my contain triggers.Note: NO MERCY's eBook was originally published as ASIN B08B3KC6HF, entitled: No Mercy: An Everyday Heroes World Novel (The Everyday Heroes World)Black Ops MMA Novels:NO MERCY ~ ROWDY ~ CAPTAIN ~ COWBOY ~ MUSTANG