The Final KO (Final Love, #1) - Jessica Florence


I really want to thank you readers first. I am so in awe that you would choose to read one of my stories. Thank you so much from the bottom of my heart for all of your support.

Christina (see I used your full name, no slacking) you are the meatball to my spaghetti. You are awesome, and I couldn’t do it without you.

MA Scott, Marissa, and April. Thank you for reading TFKO when it looked like crap and has missing letters and God knows what else. You help make sure I’m on track with the story and I get everything out of it I am looking for.

Thank you C. Marie for turning my mess into a beautiful butterfly.

Sarah you are still the most amazing cover goddess in the universe. Thank you for the art that you create.

My C.S. chicks. You rock, and you help me through the good and the bad times. I know I can always count on you to help me no matter what time, or when. So glad I met you all.

Bloggers, you rock and I love you.

To my husband and baby. I love you both. Hubby you are always supportive and there for me in times that I need to vent or be excited about something in the book world. You might not always understand what I’m talking about but you listen and I appreciate that. Baby girl. You’re cute, keep doing what you are doing.

Letter to the Reader

Dear fabulous reader, Yes you.

Thank you, thank you for taking the time to read this book. I hope you were giddy with enjoyment reading it as I was writing it.

If you have any extra time, please consider leaving a review on any of the sites where the book can be found. Amazon, B&N, KOBO, Itunes, Goodreads. It helps me out astronomically. You can also Send me a message via Facebook, email, or twitter and I can personally thank you for reading my novel.

I am so humbled and appreciative that you took the time, and hopefully we will have a long standing book loving relationship.

Thank you! <3 <3 <3

Jessica Florence

Chapter One

Everyone loves a good ice cream body sundae

“Does it hurt when you get kicked in the face?” asked Holt, the man I was currently on a date with. I bit my lip trying to not just blurt out that he was an idiot. After mentally counting to ten, I felt like I could answer nicely.

“Yes, getting hit anywhere hurts, but you don’t really think about it much when you’re in the octagon.” I took a sip of my wine and prayed the waiter brought us the check soon.

It wasn’t that Holt wasn’t attractive, or that he was a bad guy; he was pretty nice, actually. He was around six foot, a little on the smaller than average size, and he wasn’t built, but you could tell he worked out. He had pretty brown eyes and sandy blond hair. He had opened doors for me, held out my chair, treated me with respect, and tried to engage in conversation with me. I should have been begging him to give me his babies, right?

Wrong. He was too sweet, and while I was sure he would make some librarian woman very happy, I, on the other hand, fought in the MMA for a living. I loved it; it was a passion. My friend Cammy had set me up with this guy, thinking he would sweep me off my feet, but as soon as I’d seen him I had called how the date would go. He just wasn’t man enough for me.

The sound of his cell phone ringing brought me back to reality. He reached down into his pocket to see who it was, then pushed it back into his slacks.

“Sorry, my mom was wondering how the date was going.” He smiled knowingly, like I knew the feeling of having a caring mother. I did, but she wasn’t involved in my love life. I tried to keep that information from her because she was a sex therapist, and she loved to try and help me in the love department. I smiled and sipped some more wine. I was going to have to pee really bad after this date.

“So, I’ve probably got a few more hours before she will wonder when I’m coming home; would you like to do something else? Maybe see a movie?”

I almost spit that sip of good wine all over the table. After swallowing, I couldn’t keep it in anymore.

“You live