Exclusive book trailer reveal: 'Holding Strong'

We at HEA are fanning themselves after getting a look (OK, multiple looks) at the trailer for Lori Foster's Holding Strong, book two in her Ultimate series. And we're happy to share the trailer AND an excerpt with you! Holding Strong arrives at the end of March.

Here's the blurb about Holding Strong (courtesy of HQN Books):

An up-and-coming MMA fighter wants more than just one night from a woman fleeing her past in New York Times bestselling author Lori Foster's irresistible new novel

Heavyweight fighter Denver Lewis plays real nice, but he doesn't share. That's why he's been avoiding top-notch flirt Cherry Peyton. But a man can only resist those lush curves for so long. Their encounter surpasses all his fantasies, bringing out protective urges that Cherry's about to need more than she knows…

Denver's combination of pure muscle and unexpected tenderness has been driving Cherry wild. Yet no sooner does she get what she's been craving than old troubles show up on her doorstep. And this time, Cherry can't hide behind a carefree facade. Because the man by her side is one who'll fight like hell to keep her safe…if only she'll trust him enough to let him…

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EXCERPT

Denver held her as she slept restlessly until bright sunshine shone through the curtains. An hour or so ago, he'd gotten up to cool her down again, to give her meds and get her to drink. He knew she needed time, rest and meds more than anything, and somehow he'd see that she got it.

He hadn't slept much, but then, she was so sick, and he felt so damn guilty, it was a wonder he could relax at all. Thanks to his colossal ego, and yeah, pent-up lust for her, he'd kept her up for hours. That hadn't helped her.

It definitely hadn't helped him any, because now that he knew the feel of her, he couldn't stop thinking about doing it all again.

He rubbed a hand over his face, then got himself together.

She was with him, thank God, not alone. When he considered his own stubbornness, how he'd almost let her go back to her room alone, it made him want to kick his own ass. Right now she needed someone.

He wanted that someone to be him.

Luckily he had time to spare, and though he hated to see her feeling so poorly and would have spared her if he could, he'd enjoy caring for her.

First thing was canceling their checkout.

He slipped from the bed without disturbing her, then just stood there looking down at her.

During the night when her fever had broken, she'd turned to her back, one hand up above her head, the other resting over her middle.

The sheet and blanket were now down to her knees.

Torture.

She had the sweetest, curviest little body he'd ever seen.

Making himself turn away, Denver picked up his clothes and slipped into the bathroom to dress and shave. Shaving was a concession for her delicate skin. He rarely bothered anymore, except when meeting with clients through his work as an accountant. But since making the SBC, he'd cut way back on that—and on shaving. Now he only had a few longtime clients he continued to work with.

After brushing his teeth, he finger-combed his long hair and stepped out again.

Cherry hadn't stirred. Her badly mussed blond curls spilled out over the pillow. Sunlight cut across her face and even sick and without makeup, she looked beautiful, her skin creamy, her lips full and soft.

If he didn't have a fight rolling up, he wouldn't mind spending an entire week at the hotel with her.

Just the two of them.

But he would never shirk his training, so a week was out.

They'd have most of today, but she wouldn't be up for any of the things he burned to do to her.

Looking away from temptation, he put his wallet in his pocket and picked up the room key card, then slipped out without making a sound.

At the front desk, he checked out of his own room and extended her stay, explaining that she was sick. There was a good chance that once awake, she'd feel up to the ride home later. But he didn't want her rushed.

With that done, he visited the hotel restaurant and grabbed an assortment of food for himself, drinks for her. Carrying his haul, he headed for the elevator…until he felt eyes on him. Pausing with a frown, he glanced over his shoulder.

From across the lobby two men tracked his every move. Being unshaven, rough, and in sloppy clothes didn't conceal their bulky shoulders and probable strength.

Or their aura of danger.

Suspicion sharpened, while priorities left Denver divided.

He needed to get back to Cherry. But what if these two were part of the trio Armie had mentioned? They could be a threat.

Find out more about Lori and her books at lorifoster.com.