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  I smiled politely because that’s what I’d been told to do, and kept on walking. As soon as the valet saw me, he spoke into a walkie and called for my car.

  “Hey, you’re Rayne Jackson!” said someone from a group of teens as they passed by and then stopped. I smiled seeing their faces. I did enjoy meeting people who supported me in the MMA world.

  “Yep, it’s me!” I exclaimed. One kid looked nervous; taking a guess at what he wanted, I held my hand out.

  “Hand it over” The kid’s face paled. Oh no, that’s not what I was aiming for.

  “Your phone. I wanna take a picture with you guys.” I smiled and the kid’s face beamed—all five of them did. I loved this. The one kid pulled out his phone and set it on camera mode before handing it over. We gathered together and I fit us all on the screen.

  “Say cheesecake!” I smiled and clicked the button, then handed it back to the kid.

  “Thank you for the picture. Make sure you tag me on Facebook and Twitter.” The looks on the kids’ faces were priceless. The boys had their chests puffed out like little badasses, and the two girls glowed.

  “Thanks! We’re rooting for you. We hope you beat Tasha’s ass!” one of the boys said excitedly.

  “Thanks, guys,” I said just as the valet pulled my car up. I waved to them and they cheered then said bye. I tipped the valet, hopped into my little BMW sedan, and pulled out onto the street. I took a deep breath and cleared my thoughts. I was ready to get home, take a shower, and have a one-on-one session with B.O.B. I pulled into my apartment complex and waited for the gate to scan the little security barcode on my back window to allow me to enter the underground parking lot.

  Before I even got out of the car I took off my heels; I wasn’t a big heels girl. I wore them because even I liked to be pretty and wear dresses and killer heels, but man, did they make my feet sore. With my heels in my hand, I headed upstairs. The elevator ride to floor six was boring and I welcomed it. Once the doors opened, I shuffled to my apartment.

  “Oh, honey, didn’t go very well, did it?” My neighbor Franny from across the hall opened the door. I gave her a shrug.

  “He was sweet, but a huge mamma’s boy. He wouldn’t even lick ice cream off me,” I whined. She shook her head. Franny was in her seventies and was a widow. She had sort of adopted me when I’d moved in across from her, and she was a firecracker.

  “That’s a shame. Everyone loves a good ice cream body sundae.” She turned and went back into her apartment, then was back in a flash with a plate covered with foil.

  “Here’s some brownies for you.” She handed them over and I balanced them with my free hand.

  “Thank you, I definitely need these. We still good for American Ninja next week?” I asked. She winked and waved me off.

  “Of course, dear. Now go take a shower. Wash that wimpy boy off you.” She turned and closed the door.

  After unlocking mine, I dropped the brownies off on the counter and went to do exactly what she’d said. I stayed under the warmth of the water’s spray for quite a long time before getting out and drying off. I wiped off the mirror and took in my appearance. My straight, black hair was hanging over my breasts and stopped just below them. I always felt like a mystical mermaid when it did that. My green eyes were a dramatic contrast to the dark hair and pale skin. I had a few light freckles that decorated my upturned nose. I looked down at my body and examined myself. I was proud of the body I had worked for. I trained every day for hours—striking, grappling, cardio, and weights.

  I grabbed my lotion and lathered up. My fingers massaged over the scars on my right leg a little more, trying to break up any scar tissue. I had finally started to embrace my scars.

  A year before, I’d been twenty-eight and in my prime. I wasdefeating every opponent that was thrown at me, and signed with the UFC and everything. It was the highlight of my life—until my fight with Tasha Talon. She was a feisty woman who’d had it out for me since I’d gotten signed to the UFC before her. I didn’t have any ill-will toward her; I never cared if someone didn’t like me. I wasn’t going to be everyone’s favorite person, but I never went out of my way to be a bitch to anyone. I was a very laid back chick and just did whatever made me happy. Tasha, however, just wanted me gone.

  In the beginning of our match, everything was going perfect, until she had me up against the edge of the octagon. She strike kicked and nailed me in the shin. The crack of the bone was so loud that it was all I heard in the arena. Tasha had heard it too, but wrapped her leg around my broken one and rolled me over to the ground. I was writhing in pain when they called the match. I was taken out immediately and sent directly to the hospital for x-rays. I had a shattered tibia,torn meniscus, and torn ACL, and needed surgery.Just like that, my career in MMA was on hold. I knew people came back from these injuries, but I also knew it was a long, hard road. I knew it would be tough, but I was willing. I had to do it—and I did. I’d worked my ass off, and now I was three months away from my rematch with Tasha. I was looking forward to it—not for revenge, but to show her and myself that nothing could stop me.

  I looked back up at my reflection, gave myself the “you got this, girl” wink, went to check that my door was locked, and turned off the lights. I rolled onto my queen sized bed and reached into my nightstand. Bingo.

  I pulled out my beautiful, blue B.O.B. He was the best battery operated boyfriend any girl could ask for. I settled myself against my pillows and set B.O.B. next to me. I wasn’t ready for him just yet but I wanted him to be close when I was. I closed my eyes and thought of my sexy man. He was the same faceless man I thought of all the time. My dream man. He was tall and had an air of confidence that swirled around him. He walked toward me like a lion about to pounce on his prey. I felt my body shiver from his determination to have me. Once he got to me, his hand wrapped around my waist and moved with precision to my ass. With ease he lifted me up and pressed me against the wall with force.

  My dream man was the ultimate alpha man, not an asshole, just confident and strong, and when he knew what he wanted, he got it. My legs wrapped around him and pulled his hips flush with mine.

  My breaths started to grow heavy and I moved my fingers down to my sex; just visualizing my dream man was getting me so wet and primed. I continued the thoughts of my man pressing his cock against my core, making me cry out. I pressed two fingers against my clit and started moving in little circles.

  His lips crashed against mine and he devoured my mouth with purpose. He was dominating me and I was enjoying it—hell, I craved it.

  I knew I was building up to an orgasm fairly quickly. It had been a solid week since my last session. My vision took a turn for desperation. Frantically our clothes were scattered about, I bit his lip and he growled.

  I grabbed B.O.B. and rubbed him along the seam of my entrance. Go time. In the same motions of my dream man, I was filled with cock and screaming my release in minutes. The vibrations and the clit stimulator had me shaking and crying out. When I was done, I lay there and basked in my post orgasmic bliss.

  If only a real man could give me the same earth shattering release. I’d yet to find one real guy that could replace dream man, but I wasn’t giving up. I would find him. I rolled out of my bed to clean myself and B.O.B. up, then went back to my comfy sheets and passed out.

  Note from the Author

  Thank you for taking the chance on The Final Chase.

  This book was soo dear to me. I have always been a huge animal advocate. Trying to be their voice when they have none.

  The stories about the animals and abuse are real. They happen every day, and the general public has no idea. I feel like the only way we can help take down these problems is through awareness. The more people know, the less likely they will do something that will harm the animals. Many people see these cute cubs and want to pet them, trusting the people in charge of them that it’s ok and there is no harm done to the cub. If you ever find yourself in this situation. Please think to yourself, or e
ven ask.

  Where did these cubs come from?

  If they only have them for a few short weeks they must continuously have cubs brought in to remain having the option to pet them on their menu

  Where do they go when they are no longer small enough to pet? (8weeks-12weeks)

  Do they get to stay there and live happy lives? If so do they have hundreds of cubs there at the zoo (because that’s how many should be there if they keep them all)

  Any AZA ( Accredited Zoo and Aquarium) zoo does no support breeding or handling of these animals. Any zoo that does is not accredited, and is doing wrong by those animals.

  Please be their voice. We can help them just from being aware and spreading knowledge.

  Acknowledgements

  I have so many people to thank for this book.

  Readers, bloggers. You are amazing. Thank you for

  giving my book a chance. I can’t thank you enough for being there for me. Whether you are a new to me reader or a seasoned fan.

  Susan Bass from The Big Cat Rescue, You have been the nicest person in the world to help me and answer all of my questions about animal rescue. I love Big Cat and I truly hope that goodness will come to the rescue from my book. Thank you so much.

  To my Betas AKA Besties. Christina, Cassie, MA, Marissa, April. You girls always help me so much. I really couldn’t write without you keeping me in line. Thank you so much for all you guys do for me. Sorry, not sorry I made you cry. Lol

  Kiezha, your editing it amazing. I am so happy I found you.

  Judy, you rock, and thank you for helping proofread my story.

  To my new/old author friends who have kept encouraging me and helping me navigate this book world. Thank you. You are keeping me sane in this crazy business.

  Meghan Quinn. You were the first person to read Cammy’s first chapter and told me it was awesome. Thank you for being an awesome friend.

  Rachel Van Dyken, you are the sweetest person I know, and an amazing friend. Thanks for being you and always encouraging me.

  My awesome husband and baby girl.( not so baby anymore)

  You both are my world, and I couldn’t imagine writing without you both in my corner. Thank you for being the light in my life.

  Playlist

  On my mind- Ellie Goulding

  Animals- Maroon 5

  Bad touch- Bloodhound Gang

  Hooked on a feeling- Blue Swede

  Angel- Aerosmith

  Cherry bomb- The Runaways

  Stacy’s mom- Fountains of Wayne

  Peacock- Katy Perry

  Marvin Gaye- Charlie Puth ft Meghan Trainor

  Animals- Nickelback

  Stolen- Dashboard Confessional

  I just had Sex- Lonely Island ft. Akon

  Arms of an Angel- Sara McLaughlin

  Arms- Christina Perri

  About the Author

  Jessica Florence, Kaleidoscope of Romance

  Writer of Surviving Valentine. Of The Heart trilogy, Evergreen, Lights of Scotland Series, and The Final Love series.

  When she's not writing her next invigorating story. You can find her running her own business, and spending time with her husband and daughter in southwest Florida.

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