The Bad Boy Reformed Series, Books 1-3: Raising Ryann, Resisting Ryann and Breaking Ryann

A USA Today Bestselling Series! This set includes 3 full novels, and nearly 700 pages of steamy fun!
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Book 1 Raising Ryann
Book 2 Resisting Ryann
Book 3 Breaking Ryann
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Luke Ryann is the stereotypical fighter- 100 percent alpha male. The kind of guy a girl should avoid at all costs. When he's hired to privately train me, avoiding him isn't an option. Most women would love to drop their panties, even if it is just to catch a glimpse of his dimpled smile. I won't fall victim to his charm. That's what I tell myself at least, though it's torture when my mind's at war with my body. Something about the tattooed bad boy draws me in. It isn't just the broad shoulders, piercing eyes, and muscular frame that has me entranced. Luke Ryann has a secret. And I plan to find out what it is.
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Twenty-year-old Reese Johnson can finally leave her troublesome past behind. She enters college with her best friend, Gia, and spends her time doing what she loves--working as a self-defense instructor at a local gym. Then Luke Ryann enters the picture. He's the tall, dark, and tattooed MMA fighter her boss hires to privately train her. One minute, he captivates her with his piercing brown eyes and boyish dimples. The next, he infuriates her with his relentless banter and cocky bad boy behavior. He's the last thing she wants or needs, and she never expects to fall in love with him.
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Luke's jaded past has him keeping a safe distance. Despite what he feels, some things are better left alone. He has a dangerous secret--one that has the potential to risk their lives. As he fights the attraction between them, can he resist the growing tension and protect the woman he'll never be able to have?
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Excerpt:
He runs a hand over the back of his neck, "Oh, and just so you know, when we train together..." He smirks, then leaning in he whispers against my ear, "I'm the one in control." I blink a couple times, opening my mouth to argue, then decide against it.
Pulling away he meets my eyes, "Can you handle that?" He's still whispering.
I feel my cheeks heat. I want to say, Actually, I don't know if I can. Instead I answer, "Yeah, I think I can handle it," in a funny voice that I don't recognize. The cocky son of a bitch can probably do anything he wants talking to me like that!
His mouth turns up. "Good."

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