Travis loved sex and he loved women. But, once he had sex with them, his mind drifted to his training and the adrenaline rush that came from being in a cage, dodging a fist at his face, or landing a roundhouse kick to his opponent’s side. And it wasn’t the violence of it. Not at all. He’d had to be violent at a point in his life. It was either fight or die. His tattoos and his criminal record didn’t lie. He had never been particularly good at school. But fighting—that he was good at. And the skill that he’d learned, the hours he put into it—that’s what he loved. He was untouchable in the cage. He knew it and his opponents knew it. And when he tired them out enough, that’s when he landed his signature combo and they were done.
Now, his mind didn’t drift on what he was planning on working out tomorrow or how he’d manage to tire out his opponent in a few weeks. No, he was thinking about the woman who was working at a strip club. He was not at all comfortable with this situation.
After working hard as an attorney, Sidney picked up a pen for the first time at thirty years old to begin her dream of writing. Having never written anything other than very exciting legal briefs, she found an outlet for her imaginative, romantic side and wrote Seeing Red. That first pen stroke sealed the deal, and she fell in love with writing. Sidney lives in South Florida with her husband and children. She loves her family above all else, and reading follows a close second. When she’s not writing, you can find her reading and reading and reading. She’s a reader first and a writer second. When she’s not writing or reading, her life is complete and utter chaos, trying to balance family life with work and writing (and reading). But she wouldn’t have it any other way.