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The Good Fight

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"If you're looking for a gritty story with a lot of heat (and I mean a lot) and real characters, I'd definitely recommend Time Served."—DearAuthor.com
Julianna Keyes returns to the wrong side of the tracks in this third installment of her wildly popular
Time Served series

I was born a fighter. You had to be, to survive in Camden. Lucky for me, I loved it. The thrill, the pain, the glory. Until one night things went too far and I almost lost my ticket out.
So I swore off fighting. Never again. No matter how much I wanted it.
I went to college. Got a degree. A job on Wall Street. Yet I still wasn't smart enough to stay away. So now I'm back. And it's just as bad as I remember.
Enter Dr. Susan Jones, superstar neurosurgeon. She's brilliant, she's sexy and she's a pain in my ass. I can't get enough and she's too busy for a relationship. She wants to hook up, get off, go home. She doesn't have time for a thug from Camden. But she keeps coming back.
This place brings out the worst in people. Every day it threatens the project I'm working on, the plans I'm making. Every day it drags me down just a little more, until the hands I vowed to keep clean start itching to get dirty.
If I don't start fighting for what I want, I'll wind up with nothing.
I didn't come back to Camden for nothing.
I came back to start something. And when people hurt the things I care about, the gloves come off.
Book three of thee Served series
This book is approximately 97,000 words
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