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Take it away Sarah…
An original short story about the Kavanagh brothers by Sarah Robinson. This snippet introduces Rory Kavanagh, the oldest brother and the star of BREAKING A LEGEND. It also introduces his younger brothers: Kane, Quinn, and Jimmy. Each book in the KAVANAGH LEGENDS series will be a standalone book about one of the family members and their quest to find love in the rough and tumble world of mixed martial arts.
“Remind me why I’m here again?” Quinn cocked one jet black eyebrow as he stared at his oldest brother, Rory, in the back offices of Legend, the family owned gym.
“Because you’re in the book, dumbass. The readers want to know about all of us.” Rory pushed the rest of his dark brown hair behind his ears and stared down at the interviewer’s questions on the paper in his hands.
“I’m not really in it though.” Jimmy spoke up.
“You’re definitely in it, Jimmy.” Kane laughed. “Mainly when you’re trying to keep the rest of us out of jail.”
“Don’t put that in the damn interview, I’ll lose my shield.” Jimmy glared at him, crossing his arms over his chest.
“If anyone isn’t in this book, it’s Kieran. I’m half a person these last two years.” Kane frowned, talking about his twin brother who’s currently serving a prison sentence in upstate New York.
“We’re not talking to reporters about Kieran. They’ll learn plenty about him in the second book.” Rory instructed his brothers.
“There’s going to be a second book?” Kane asked.
Rory nodded. “Hell yeah, people are clamoring to find out about our family.”
“Uh, I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” Jimmy looked nervous. “What with dad’s ties to the mafia and all of your lack of respect for the law, do we really want that documented in print?”
Rory rolled his eyes at Jimmy. His little brother was always the cautious one, a New York City police officer who always walked the straight and narrow. The rest of the Kavanagh brothers were a far cry from that.
“Relax, kid. It’s a romance novel. No one’s going to care about a few broken laws here of there,” Rory told him. “It’s about me and Clare.”
Quinn whistled a teasing catcall before turning to his older brother. “I hope it’s mostly about Clare, because no one’s going to want to read about your ugly mug.”
“There isn’t a woman in the world who won’t want to read about me.” Rory wiggled his eyebrows suggestively as his brother’s chuckled. “But you’re right, Clare’s the best thing about me.”
“Just read the first question, asshole,” Kane said before deciding he didn’t want to wait. He grabbed the paper out of Rory’s hands and looked it over. “Question one, is Seamus still part of the infamous Irish mafia once known as the Westies?”
“Pass.” Jimmy grunted, waving his hand. “We can’t answer that one.”
The other brothers nodded in agreement, shooting a secretive grin back and forth between them.
“Fine, next question,” Kane said. “Which brother is the best mixed martial arts fighter? Oh that’s easy, obviously I am.”
Rory nearly choked on the water he was currently sipping. “You wish!”
“You’re old and washed up, I’m young and fresh.” Kane grinned, purposefully pushing his buttons.
“I’m not too old to kick your ass.” Rory growled at his arrogant brother.
“I’ve got to side with Rory on this one,” Quinn weighed in. “Plus Kieran was fighting long before you too, Kane.”
“None of you dickheads would make it through NYPD’s academy like I did either,” Jimmy added.
“F this shit.” Kane tossed down the paper as he stood and walked toward the office door. “These questions are stupid. I’m not doing this.”
“Kane, we’ve got a book to promote!” Rory yelled after him.
“Promote this,” Kane shot back as he stuck his middle finger out behind him and left.
Rory sighed before bending down and picking back up the interviewer’s questions. “Maybe I’ll just ask Clare to fill this out.”
“She’d be so much better at it than we would.” Quinn grinned, hopping up and heading out of the office. “Tell her I owe her!”
“Ditto.” Jimmy clapped a hand on Rory’s back before following suit.
Rory shook his head as he found himself alone. It wasn’t that long ago when he’d been just as irresponsible and flippant as they are now, but meeting Clare had changed his priorities in life. He smiled at the thought of heading home early to see Clare under the guise of having to bring her the interviewer’s questions.
Seems his brothers actually might have done him a favor.
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BREAKING A LEGEND
Kavanagh Legends #1
Released Sept 29th, 2015
Perfect for fans of Katy Evans and Monica Murphy, Sarah Robinson’s blistering-hot series debut introduces the Kavanagh brothers—mixed martial arts fighters who work hard, play hard, and love with all their hearts.
As one of the big names at his family’s gym, Legends, MMA star Rory Kavanagh is used to being in the spotlight—until a gruesome leg injury knocks him out of the cage. Rory is left feeling sidelined in more ways than one, battling the inner demons that come with losing the one shot at his dreams. Then Clare walks into his life and gives him a new dream: winning her heart. There aren’t many new faces in Woodlawn these days, but this tough, beautiful stranger makes Rory want to get his life back into fighting shape.
Clare Ivers doesn’t think she’ll be able to tell anyone what really brought her to the close-knit Bronx neighborhood where she just started bartending. But her life’s on pause and her past is catching up fast, try as she might to move on—with new friends, steady work, and a chiseled alpha male trying to get her attention. Even though Rory’s more than a little intense, she can’t deny that her heart beats faster when he looks at her with those soulful silver eyes. Clare thought she was done with love, but Rory might just be man enough to show her she thought wrong.
“I really appreciate it, but you don’t have to give it to me for free,” Clare’s brow furrowed as she took the membership card from the spunky redhead.
“Oh, please, girl. I used to work busing tables at O’Leary’s Pub when I was in high school. Is Cian still in charge over there?” She smiled back as she continued putting Clare’s information into the gym’s computer system.
“Yeah, he’s my supervisor.” Clare nodded at the woman, slightly mesmerized by how piercing and blue her eyes were in contrast to the bright red wavy hair that flowed down most of her back.
“Then believe me, these self-defense classes can be written off as a work expense on next year’s taxes.” Both women snickered. Clare leaned against the counter, enjoying the interaction, since she hadn’t made any friends around her age in the three weeks she had lived here. Clare felt a pang of regret slice through her as she wished that an irritating boss was the only reason she needed self-defense classes.
“I’m Casey Kavanagh, by the way.” The redhead reached out her hand to Clare, who accepted it happily.
“Clare—well, I guess you already know that.” Clare pointed toward the driver’s license that Casey was still holding. Casey just smirked and waved her hand nonchalantly.
“So—Kavanagh? You’re part of the family who owns this place?” Clare tried not to sound like she was prying, but she was curious. She’d heard that name all over town since she got here.
“Yeah, my uncle owns it. Started it up back in the late seventies. It’s been remodeled lately, but we definitely still have the old-school reputation.”
“Oh.” Clare nodded, not sure what that meant or what to say.
“Here, you can have this back. I think I have everything in here now.” Casey handed her the license. “The thirty-day trial membership begins today, and then we can talk about different types of plans after you’ve had a chance to try out our various amenities and classes.”
“Thanks. Do you think I could have a peek around? See where the locker rooms are and stuff like that?” Clare tucked her driver’s license back into her wallet along with the new membership card, then stuffed the wallet into the small brown purse that was slung over her shoulder.
“Hell, yeah! Come on, let me give you a tour. Welcome—officially, this time—to Legends!” Casey popped out from around the back of the counter, motioning for her to follow.
Clare watched the bouncy, energetic woman in amusement as she followed her, feeling slightly overdressed in her knee-length red dress and thigh-high black boots, compared to Casey’s black yoga pants and neon-green long-sleeved tee.
“Okay, so here are the locker rooms. Men over there, women right here.” Casey started to point toward various doors they passed as the hallway opened up into a large room with an open floor plan.
“The entire far side of the room is pretty much for the fighters, not really anything but testosterone and ball sweat over there.” Casey slid her arm around Clare’s elbow to pull her along.
Clare giggled at Casey’s remarks and took in the view of dozens of men on weight-lifting machines, standing in front of weight benches, and in the rings. She had to agree, there was definitely a lot of testosterone in here.
“But over here is where things are a bit less noisy.” Casey led Clare to a side hall that opened into several small classrooms. A few of the rooms were filled with people doing group exercises; Clare recognized a yoga class and a spinning class.
“All the classrooms are walled in by windows, but the glass is so thick that you can’t hear all the noise from the rings.” Casey indicated an empty classroom that was at the back wall of the gym.
The door they entered through was set in a wall of all glass, just like the back wall of the room that gave them a view of the street. Clare strode toward the back wall, loving the openness and the view of pedestrians passing by.
“Yeah, that’s my favorite part, too,” Casey said.
“What, people watching?”
“Of course! People are weird, which is fun,” Casey quipped, joining her at the window as they stood side by side.
“See, there’s an example of weird right there.” Casey pointed at a behemoth of a man crouching on the sidewalk with a large dog next to him.
“That’s my cousin, Rory, but he’s more like a brother. He works here sometimes, used to be a fighter but got hurt in the championships last year. Almost couldn’t walk again since his leg pretty much split in two. A year later, not only is he walking, but there he is crouched down, feeding a damn street dog.”
Clare watched more closely, and now she noticed the second dog. In front of both the man and the larger dog beside him was a smaller, frail-looking pup. It couldn’t be more than twenty pounds, although it seemed like it should be much bigger. The dog’s ribs were poking out of its side as Casey’s cousin slowly fed him a sandwich. He was careful to hold his hand out flat and she could see his lips moving from his profile, realizing he was probably coaxing the dog to accept the food.
“I think that’s sweet. I was studying to be a vet before I moved here.” Clare’s voice was soft as she admired the man’s kindness toward the stray.
The man stood and stretched a bit, opening up the other half of a bagged sandwich and then settling himself on the curb by the thin dog, who seemed more trusting of him now. In his new position, Clare could see more of his face and she realized that it was the same burly yet handsome man she had flirted with at O’Leary’s last night.
Of course, that was before he had broken her boss’s nose.
She felt a stirring in her abdomen as she watched him, her mouth slightly parting. The brown pup cautiously took a few steps to him, then sat and placed his head in Rory’s lap. Clare felt a glow as her heart warmed at the sight.
“I’m so not an animal person, but Rory would help a goddamn rat if he found one. That bigger dog there is his shadow, Ace. Barely ever see the two of them apart.” Casey stepped away from the window.
Clare hesitated, watching Rory and Ace for a moment longer, then pulled herself away to go follow her new friend. It had been a while since she had thought about her previous career aspirations, and a wave of sadness passed over her as she thought of the different trajectory of her life now. Maybe now that she was starting over, she could go back to school, she found herself hoping.
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Sarah Robinson is the bestselling author of The Photographer Trilogy and the Sand & Clay rock star series. A native of Washington, D.C., Robinson has both her bachelor’s and master’s degrees in criminal psychology. She is married to a local police officer who is just as much of an animal rescue enthusiast as she is. Together, they own a zoo of rescue and foster animals.