Fight Club is one of those books which just crept up on me. A chance encounter in an online world brings about a new adventure for Alise, starting with a chance encounter of her own in a muddy car park in Wales. I’d wanted to explore her more aggressive, assertive side, and this gem of an idea provided just that.
To me, Alise has always thrived on competition. On the cycle track, she’s fearless. In the bedroom, she’s even bolder. But nothing prepares her for the night a casual challenge pulls her into an underground fight club where the rules are simple. You fight, you win, and the victor claims their prize.
Hidden within Cardiff’s suburban streets is a secret arena where strength and desire collide. Matches are physical. The stakes are intimate. And the crowd doesn’t just come to watch the takedowns.
At the centre of it all are Ellie and her commanding husband, Billy, a magnetic power couple who built the club on adrenaline, ambition, and appetite. When Alise steps onto the mat, she isn’t just fighting opponents. She’s testing her limits, her loyalties, and her cravings.
As rivalries intensify and boundaries blur, Alise must decide what she truly wants: control… surrender… or something far more dangerous.
Fight Club is a high-heat erotic short story packed with fierce women, underground tension, and unapologetic desire. It’s about power, risk, and what happens when competition turns carnal.
Step into the ring, but don’t expect to leave unchanged.
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A teaser:
“Ooh, it’s nice up here!” Alise exclaimed as Ellie offered her the bench seat by the wall. The dark lighting and expansive cushions made Alise feel enclosed, almost in their own private booth. She took a moment to admire Ellie’s figure as she removed her heavy coat and went to hang it on a hook nearby. The tight black leggings left nothing to her imagination.
Alise blushed darkly when Ellie turned suddenly and caught her out, silently thanking the restaurant for the low lighting.
“So Alise,” Ellie said with a grin as she slid in opposite, “what made you come?”
Alise choked back a childish quip about Ellie’s tits, thinking maybe it was too soon for that.
“Intrigue,” she replied with a smile. Ellie just sighed.
“And here’s me hoping it was my tits!” She laughed loudly, eliciting a scowl and what might have been a tut from a woman who, until just then, had been studiously ignoring her balding date a few tables away. Ellie’s glass was raised, so Alise clinked it and took a sip.
