Jagged Harts

I’m a survivor. A fighter down to my blood. I need the release that comes when I step in that octagon, I crave it. I spent too long being beat down and broken in every sense of the word, and I almost didn’t make it. Fighting saved me though and then I saved myself. When I am offered a full ride scholarship to a college in the middle of nowhere Alabama over 2000 miles away, I grab the chance with both hands and run like hell. What I didn’t expect to find when I got there was a local underground brawler that has more likeness to a local celebrity than the arrogant broody bastard who seems to be everywhere I turn. Dax Hart. Every man wants to be him, and every woman wants to be under him. Except for me. I have no intention of getting caught up with the short tempered sexy as sin asshole. Even if his broken jagged pieces are a mirror image of mine.