Inside Fighter: A Lesbian Romance (Paperback)

From victim to fighter, survivor to lover - Inside Fighter is a story for anyone who's ever had to claw their way back to happiness. Dani's search for inner strength and Logan's struggle to open her heart will captivate you from the first page to the last. Unflinching, empowering, and utterly unforgettable, this is a novel you won't be able to put down.

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Pages : 192
ISBN : 9614622000075
Weight : 193g
Dimensions : 127 x 11 x 203 mm

When a brutal mugging shatters Dani's world, she's left a prisoner of her own fear, her sense of safety ripped away in a single violent instant. Determined to reclaim her life, she seeks refuge at a local women's gym, where she meets Logan - a captivating self-defense trainer with a tragic past that rivals Dani's own.
As Logan guides Dani on a transformative journey from victim to fighter, a powerful connection sparks between them. But Logan's wounds run deep, leaving her convinced that love is a luxury she can never afford. Dani's progress is shattered when her worst nightmare returns, forcing her to put her new skills to the ultimate test in a battle for survival.
But the true fight is the one within, as both women must conquer the demons that hold them hostage in order to heal, trust, and embrace a future worth fighting for. Through the sisterhood of the gym, Dani discovers an inner strength she never knew she had. But it's in Logan's understanding arms that she learns her greatest power comes from vulnerability - the kind that tears down walls, faces fears, and opens the door to love.
Unflinching and empowering, Inside Fighter is a rollercoaster ride of hope and heartbreak, fear and triumph. At its core is a story for anyone who's ever had to fight their way back to happiness - a reminder that even our darkest moments hold the potential for transformation, if only we're brave enough to rise. Gripping, emotionally charged, and impossible to put down, this is a novel you won't soon forget.

- Empowered Women
- Friends to Lovers
- Traumatic Past
- Slow Burn Romance
- Strong Female Characters
- Love Heals

Well, I'm a little drunk, gazing intently at my reflection in the mirror above the sink. My hands and my head feel a little heavier than normal, and when I look at myself, the woman who stares back does so through hooded eyes and with a hazy smile. Through the door of the bathroom, I can still hear the music and laughter from the rest of the bar. The other patrons aren't ready to call it a night yet.
There's a knock at the door that startles me, and I look over at it. "Yeah?"
"Just checking you haven't fallen in."
I snatch up my purse from the sink and unlock the door, stepping back outside where my friends are waiting. Abby is leaning against the wall, nodding her head rhythmically in time to the music, and Beth is standing beside her, checking her phone.
"Your cab's here, right?" I ask, and Beth nods, stuffing her phone into her pocket.
"It's outside. Are you coming with us?"
We walk outside into the street, led by Abby, who's still dancing. The cold air is refreshing as it hits my face after the hot, stagnant air of the bar. We step out onto the sidewalk together, and I take a deep breath, closing my eyes for a moment. It's better than a glass of water, and it helps to perk me up a little.
"Are you sure you don't want to get in the cab with us?" Abby asks.
She's drunker than I am. As we stand there on the street corner, she sways a little, struggling to find her balance on the sidewalk. Her mouth is set into a thin line that I've only ever seen on people who are drunk but trying not to look like they're drunk, and despite the effort she's putting in, she's struggling to focus on me. The last two tequila shots she insisted on doing before we left must have hit her.
"I only live a few blocks away," I assure her with a small smile. "You just focus on getting yourself home in one piece, okay?"
She hums in agreement, shooting me that hazy smile that only comes from someone who's drunk enough to pass out on the spot. "Mm, will do."
Beth, the eldest of our group and de facto mom-friend, is (as usual) the most sober out of everyone, and as she sees Abby stumble out towards the curb, she grabs her arm and tugs her back. She sighs heavily and shoots me a withering look, one that I've seen countless times before. "Sure you don't want to join us?"
The offer is there to help her almost as much as it's to help me, I realize with a small smile. If I get into the cab with them, I can help her deal with our mess of a friend.
Never leave your drink unattended and never walk home alone at night.
Those were the two optimistic pieces of advice my mother left me with when I started college, and just like every other night that I'm out drinking, they rattle around in the back of my head like a ghostly warning. Normally, it's advice that I listen to.
But the cool October air feels so good on my skin. It's a shame to waste one of the last nice nights of the year, right? It might be the last time I can comfortably walk home without shivering for another few months.
I shake my head, smiling. "I'll be okay."
"If you're not going to take us up on the ride, at least send me a text when you get home."
"I always do." I wave them goodnight and turn in the opposite direction to head back to my apartment.
The cool night air is sobering, and if Beth had been able to shoulder the burden of walking Abby home, maybe it would have helped her a little. I'm already feeling better than I did back in the bar, more alert and awake.
These streets are so familiar to me; I could probably walk through them with my eyes closed. There's the bookshop that's going to be converted into a Starbucks in a few months. Across the street is the little boutique that sells overpriced jewelry. Up ahead is the little independent coffee shop that's going to be put out of business when the Starbucks rolls into town. And up at the corner is---
The hairs on the back of my neck are standing to attention suddenly, and I feel an inexplicable shudder run down my spine. I can't explain it, but something just feels so deeply wrong. It feels like every nerve in my body is alight; every muscle locked up.
Something here isn't right.
It's the inescapable feeling that I'm not alone in the darkness. I don't know how I know, but I'm not alone on this street any more.
I've just passed the alley between the bookshop and a craft store, and there's something about that darkness that I don't like. It's unsettling.
Was that a footstep?
I'm sure I just heard something. I turn my head just a little, trying to look behind me without turning around fully, and my hand drifts to the clasp of my purse. What's in there? Do I have anything I can use to defend myself?