Laura Kaye’s brand new Warrior Fight Club series kicks off today with Fighting for Everything, and we have an exclusive excerpt that will have you eager for more.

Noah Cortez has made it home from war, but he’s not the same man who left. Thanks to a traumatic brain injury, his hearing, sight, and equilibrium have him feeling off kilter, and those aren’t the only ways things are off. Add onto all of his post-war trauma that he’s attracted to very platonic best friend Kristina, and that sets his whole world spiraling.

Check out my review of Fighting for Everything, and read all about my obsession with Laura Kaye’s soldier stories.

And now… here’s your steamy exclusive excerpt

“That’s what I thought,” Noah said, a rock lodging in his gut. He’d really gone and done it now, hadn’t he? Opened his mouth and spewed his poison at one of the most important people in his life. And tonight was supposed to be all about making amends.

Goddamnit, the minute he came out of that flashback he should’ve gotten the hell away from Kristina. He’d just been so shell-shocked by how realistic it had seemed. The anti-aircraft fire. The crashing Blackhawk. The screaming chaos.

He’d been even more stunned that Kristina had kissed him to pull him back—and that it had worked.

He shook his head, ignoring the fuck out of the wave of dizziness that threatened, and grabbed the doorknob. “I’ll go.”

“No,” she said, her voice stern. Frowning, he dragged his gaze to her to see her fingers working at the knot in her dress’s belt. She pulled it apart and let the fabric fall. The dress swung open, baring her all down the front. “You said you need me. Have me.”

He blinked, once, twice, and his jaw fell open.

Jesus. She was beautiful, gorgeous, a fucking fantasy of soft, feminine curves. His pulse beat so hard he could feel it beneath his skin. Everywhere.

Noah gripped the doorknob harder, anchoring him in the moment. Keeping him from taking something that wasn’t his to take. No matter how much he might want it. “Kris—”

“Have me, Noah.” She shrugged the dress off her shoulders. It fell to the floor in a soft rush, leaving Kristina standing there in a pair of strappy silver sandals and a matching pale blue and white satin bra-and-panty set.

He couldn’t do this. Not to her, not to them.

But his brain seemed to be the only part of him riding the do-the-right-thing train. Because his heart wanted. And his cock fucking needed. He licked his lips and shook his head, feeling solid ground slide out from beneath his feet with every breath. “I’m a fucking wreck, Kristina.”

“Then be my fucking wreck.”

Fighting for Everything is available now! Get your copy from Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and don’t forget to add it on Goodreads, too!