Title: Beat

Series: The Beat and the Pulse #1

Author: Amity Cross

 Release Date: October 6, 2014



Renee “Ren” Miller was five when her Dad left to go to the shops and never came back.


to grow up with a cancer riddled mother, things have never been easy

for a teenager who had to be wise beyond her years. Then one day they

lose the battle and she’s all alone.

Now twenty-two, Ren

reluctantly goes to find her estranged father. He owns the down and out

boxing studio, Beat, and Ren finds herself drawn to the ring. She

thrives on learning a new way of fighting a life that kept kicking her

down…instead of struggling against the current, she kicks it right

between the legs.

Then one day, Ash Fuller, her Dad’s star

fighter comes back to town. Mysterious, handsome… Dangerous… Everything

Ren doesn’t need.

But he’s got other ideas…

…and so does she.

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People say I have a problem

with anger.

 You could say a lot of

things about me and they all wouldn’t be nice. I’ve done a lot of things I’m

not proud of.

 People looked at me and

only saw what was on the surface.

 Money. Power. Talent.
 Cash was the driving

factor. Mainly because I was winning it out from under everyone’s noses on a

daily basis by just being good at punching the shit through people. It’s

fucking great to ride high, but there’s always someone right at your heels,

snapping like a rabid beast, waiting for the moment you stumble.

 Yeah, that’s the thing

about getting a little fame and money – it made everyone below you jealous and

jealous people were willing to do whatever it took to bring you down. They all

wanted the prize and not all of them were up for playing fair to get it. There

were lines you never crossed and that line had been obliterated a long

time ago.

 You hurt the people I love

to get to me and I will fucking kill you.

 I would destroy myself to

save them.

 I’ve done it before and I

will do it time and time again.

 I will beat your ass until

you beg for mercy.

 Repent or die.


 I didn’t feel the pain as

much anymore.

 My knuckles had hardened,

my muscles had tightened, and my pain receptors were shot.

 Duck. Feign. Punch. Guard.
 My Mum would be totally

horrified knowing what I made of my life after she was gone. I lived for her,

to see her win her battle, but in the end she lost. I wasn’t losing this fight.

The fight for my future. How could she argue with that? She always wanted the

best for me, even when she was too sick to move and this is my best.

It’s just that it involves pounding my fists into the flesh of my opponent

until they drop.

 The love of a man. The love

of an estranged father. The love of a mother… What good did it do if they just

abandoned you in the end?

 Me and my fists. That’s

what would get me through this battle. That’s what would get me onto that

podium. Me.

 It didn’t start out this

way. I, least of all, didn’t see it coming until it hit me square in the face.

 The day I stood outside the

place that would change my life into something unrecognisable.

 The sign over the roller

door that was painted in red letters. Red – the same colour as the blood that I

drew three nights a week in the cage.

 The one word that had

become my mantra.

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Author Bio


Amity Cross isn’t my real name. That’s no secret.

I didn’t want my Mum and my workplace to find out I wrote about doodles and tongue-in-cheek sexual innuendo.

live in a leafy suburb of Melbourne writing about screwed up

relationships and kick ass female leads that don’t take s**t lying down.

Insert more pretentious c**p here.

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