August 26, 2014
A surprise inheritance reunites a mixed martial arts fighter with the woman he’s never forgotten in the first in a smoldering new series!
Cannon Colter is quintessential hero material: chiseled jawline, shredded body—the works. He’s also the guy who rescued Yvette Sweeny from kidnappers, only to put an end to her romantic dreams. These days, she’s older, smarter, determined to face whatever life throws her way. Even the prospect of sharing a house and business with Cannon.
Cannon knew Yvette wanted him three years ago. But she was young—and some things are worth waiting for. Thrown together by her grandfather’s legacy, he realizes how deep Yvette’s scars really go, and how much danger lurks in their quiet town. As pent-up desire explodes between them, protecting her becomes the only fight that matters. And he’ll break all the rules to do it…
“The opening novel of Foster’s Ultimate series introduces heroes as passionate as they are powerful. The misunderstandings that arise can become frustrating at times but, nevertheless, the chemistry between Cannon and Yvette is irresistible. The fundamental goodness of this fighter hero, whom fans will remember from the Love Undercover series, is refreshing. The supporting cast offers plenty of promise for the books to come.”
I have to say I remember reading and falling in love with my first Lori Foster Book Impetuous staring Carlie McDaniels and tall, dark and handsome Tyler Ramsey… (Went old school there)! And I’ve been reading Foster ever since. I’ve traveled through many years, lives, dramas, tensions, nail biting, hold your breath, OMG kiss me (I mean her) again, stories that make you feel such strong emotional attachment to these characters. As the years and layers of lives accumulate in my foster library, I look at my collection and run my hand across the spines of my favorites like Say No To Joe?, I Love Bad Boys, Never Too Much, Gabe, Jude’s Law, and now as I place No Limits on the shelf next to no less then 100 Foster Novels and smile with great pleasure and think what an absolutely outstanding book it was, I realize—holy crap Armie and Rissy are going to tear the hell out of some pages!!
“The romance simmers slowly and mystery is woven into the plot. Foster cleverly builds three-dimensional characters to populate the…well told and satisfying story.”
“Get ready to fan your face.”
“I loved, loved, loved Cannon “Saint” Colter! He’s everything we come to expect from a Lori Foster hero; alpha protective, loyal, and definitely sexy!”
“No Limits was an amazingly beautiful & sexy Romance! You’ll love it!!!!!”
Oh my….. Cannon Colter just ruined me for every other man out there!!! …Lori Foster transitions and melds one series into a new one seamlessly, giving us an entire new cast of characters to fawn over, while at the same time allowing us to stay in touch and keep track of old friends from books past.
“Readers will be thrilled with Foster’s new sexy batch of fight club heroes and the women who love them.”
No Limits is part of the Ultimate series.
The full series includes the following stories:
- Hard Knocks
- No Limits
- Holding Strong
- Tough Love
- Fighting Dirty
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Cannon couldn’t stop looking at her. Damn, he’d remembered her as pretty, but she’d matured into killer good looks—and didn’t seem to know it. An angel’s face paired with that trim but curvy figure, and yeah, he was pretty sure every guy in the place had already started fantasizing.
Too bad, because none of them would touch her.
If he’d had any doubts about wanting her, they were put to rest in a big way. Instead of three years, it felt like a decade he’d been waiting on her. Yes, he wanted her. He would have her, too.
The only question was how soon.
A few weeks ago she’d lost her grandfather, and she probably needed time to acclimate to being home around the unpleasant memories. He’d love to segue right from hello to hell yeah, but he also enjoyed just looking at her and talking with her.
Sipping her Coke, Yvette stole a peek at him. Feathery lashes framed those big green eyes he remembered so well—eyes that used to watch him with innocent infatuation, but now seemed wary. She sat straight, proper. Spoke carefully. Avoided his direct gaze.
As Tipton had said, she was guarded.
She wore makeup, but not a lot. Even in a ponytail, her long dark hair made him think of it spilled loose on his pillows, or gliding over his chest.
Or his thighs.
And her clothes, while casual, covered such a sweet body it left him visually undressing her.
Knowing he had to get a grip, he asked, “Are you hungry?”
She shook her head. “But please go ahead and eat if you want.”
“I’m good.” Arms folded on the top of the booth, he smiled. “I can’t get over how much you’ve changed.”
That pleased her, he could tell. “It’s been almost three and a half years.”
Long enough for her to put the past behind her? To put him behind her? No, he wouldn’t let her. “I’m so damn sorry about Tipton.”
“Thank you.” She set the drink aside, then nervously drew her finger through the damp ring the glass had left on the booth top. “I wanted to talk to you about that. About—”
“Hey, Saint.” Two guys sidled up to the table. “Can we get a pic?”
Cannon forced his gaze away from Yvette. “Sure.” He would never alienate a fan, but damn, the timing could be better. Yvette had been screwing up her courage to say something. Now he had to wonder what.
Stepping out of the booth, he bent a little to put himself more in line with the shorter guys, and with a double thumbs-up, smiled as a plump lady used her cell phone to snap a few photos.
That only seemed to unleash other fans, and before he knew it, he was posing with men and women alike. Some wanted to hug him, some wanted him in a fighter’s stance, a few just wanted him to mug for the camera. Before he could get a handle on things, he’d taken around twenty photos and signed more than a dozen autographs.
Yvette watched it all with a look of fascinated indulgence. When there seemed to be a lull, he reseated himself. “Sorry about that.”
“You’re popular, I understand.” Her long glossy ponytail spilled over her shoulder when she tipped her head to study him. “I watch the fights.”
That pleased him more than it should have. “Yeah? What do you think?”
“You’re pretty amazing.”
He held back his grin. “I do my best.”
That earned a short laugh. “Humble too.” Shaking her head, she teased, “No wonder they call you the Saint.”
He’d rarely heard her laugh before, and hearing it now did funny things to him. It was nice. Rich. Husky.
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