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I received this book for free from Tour Host in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.

Lori Foster’s No Limits #Blogtour

No Limits by Lori Foster

Series: Ultimate #1
Published by Harlequin, HQN on September 1, 2014
Genres: Adult, Romance, Romantic Suspense
Source: Tour Host
Also by this author: Bare It All, Getting Rowdy, Under Pressure
3 Stars



PJV Quickie: While No Limits is full of fighter-hero goodness, there was actually not any time in the ring, which surprised me.  I didn’t really feel the attraction between the hero and heroine, but one of the secondary characters kept me entertained.

Review: Cannon Coulter is a professional fighter who’s been called back to his hometown of Warfield, Ohio, because of the death of a friend, Tipton Sweeney. The lawyer informs him he’s inherited half of Tipton’s home and pawn shop.  The other half goes to Tipton’s daughter, Yvette.

Yvette Sweeney has also come back to Warfield from California and plans to sell the properties and give Cannon his half.  He was involved in a widely-publicized rescue years ago when Yvette had been kidnapped.  She’d carried a hero worship for him for so long, but now she just wants to release Cannon of any obligation to her so he can get on with his life and she can go back to hers.

What Yvette doesn’t know is that Cannon hasn’t been able to shake her from his mind and is looking forward to re-kindling their acquaintance… and then some.

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Here’s the thing: I thought this was a new series, but it is apparently a spin-off of her Love Undercover series, specifically the last book, Dash of Peril. I read the Love Undercover series, all except Dash of Peril.  Which is probably why I kept thinking that I was missing something, and I actually double-checked to make sure this was the first book in the series.  Once things were moving along and some of the characters from the Love Undercover books made cameos, I realized it was a spin-off.

That being said, I did enjoy No Limits and read it in just a few sittings. As I said in my PJV quickie, I thought there would be some fighting, but the story takes place between fights, so no real ring time. There was some mystery about who was vandalizing the pawn shop and the house, which kept things moving along, but the relationship between Cannon and Yvette was kind of flat for me; I just didn’t feel the attraction between them; I don’t know if this would have been different if I had read Getting Rowdy first.

I did love Cannon’s best friend, Armie – a kinky, flirty playboy who is in love with Cannon’s sister, Rissy, and fighting it all the way.  I’m thinking they’re going to have a really good story between them. The other fighters from Cannon’s gym were fun guys and I enjoyed their teasing camraderie between them, so I do plan to continue with this series.

Recommendations: If you like Fighter-Heroes or Romantic Suspense, you may want to give No Limits a try. Fans of Michelle Mannon’s “Worth the Fight” series or Vi Kreeland’s “MMA Fighters” will probably enjoy Knock Out.

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Ready for an excerpt from the book?

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.
Repeatedly.
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.
A turn-on…

 

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