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TITLE: Finding Freedom 
AUTHOR: Natalie Gayle 
SERIES: Centre Games - Book 3 








Dylan ā€œIce Dragonā€ Thompson has suddenly become the hottest thing in MMA. Heā€™s fought all his life for control and inner peace. He focuses on what he excels atā€”fighting and his work with the Centre. Itā€™s what he knows and what keeps him in balance. His latest assignment has him fighting a war with a partner he doesnā€™t believe he can trust.

Vanessa Aldridge has grown up in the gym and has seen it allā€”some good, some bad. But when performance-enhancing drugs threaten her life and her personal sense of worthā€”enough is enough. The very people closest to her now have her questioning their motives and nobody is as they seem. On top of all this, sheā€™s unwittingly become the number-one pawn in an organised crime game and sheā€™s risking her heart on a guy who wants to fight for everything but them.

Vanessa quickly discovers that Dylan is far from what he appears to be. But what happens when his latest assignment blows his carefully created world wide open? Can Dylan win the most important fight of allā€”the one for her heart and their future? Or will he retreat back into the one-dimensional existence of working and fighting? Can Vanessa remain steadfast to her principles and just maybe take the ultimate prize? The battle lines are drawn.


When the bell rings, who will step up to fight? The prize: A future of freedom.


My 5 Star Review of 
Finding Freedom

This book is fast paced and covert investigations into strength enhancing drugs in the MMA but most of all HOT SCHMEXY ROMANCE!
Dylan and Vanessa and meant to work together but don't realize how strong their attraction to each other will mold their future.
Intense and exciting this book gave the beat book hangover yet! I couldn't put it down. I had not read the other books in the Centre Games series but have decided that I will be on a book marathon to read the first 2 in the series. So happy I have a day off ahead of me as I know that I will be getting no sleep! Natalie Gayle has a new fan! 

 







Vanessa snuggled into Dylanā€™s side and placed her head on his chest. His arm came around her and held her tight to his body. It had fast become her favourite place to relax and to sleep. She really enjoyed this closeness between them. Theyā€™d just spent the last couple of hours enjoying each other in some incredibly delicious ways. Their need for each other seemed to be getting stronger, if anything. Hard to believe, but true.
It didnā€™t feel just like sex to Vanessa any longer. There was something much more to their relationship now. It felt much deeper, more committed. Heā€™d just made love to her. Whether he labelled it that or not, didnā€™t really matter. Vanessa was sure there was more to it than just mutual satisfaction. Sex satisfied the basic needs of the body; making love replenished the soul and thatā€™s how she felt right now.
ā€œWhatcha thinking, Van?ā€ Dylan stroked the hair back from her warm forehead.
ā€œI was thinking just how much I like lying here in your arms, listening to your heart beat. I feel content and nothing seems to matter when Iā€™m here beside you. I think Iā€™ve moved past the care thing, Dylan. I think Iā€™m in love with you.ā€ Vanessa realised it was the truth as soon as the words left her mouth. She hadnā€™t intended to say them but he had a right to know. If he didnā€™t want her love or couldnā€™t deal with it, she deserved to know that as well.
It couldnā€™t be unsaid, nor did she actually want to. If he chose to run, then that was on him. At least she would know one way or the other.
He was quiet for a long moment and Vanessaā€™s stomach filled with dread. What did he really think? How would he answer? Would he even acknowledge sheā€™d said the words?
Finally, she could stand it no longer.
ā€œUm, Iā€™m sorry for unloading that on you. I think youā€¦ā€
He brought a finger to her lips and hushed her. ā€œStop thinking the worst, Vanessa. Itā€™s only been a second. Iā€™m going to answer; youā€™ve just taken me by surprise. Iā€™m trying to figure out how I feel because I never expected to hear those words again from any woman. I guess itā€™s kind of taken me by surprise.ā€
Vanessa wondered how this could be. Just the other day, theyā€™d decided they both ā€œcaredā€ about each other. Surely love wasnā€™t much of a jump, or was it for someone like Dylan, who was usually so closed off? Her heart tightened for him; to not ever expect to hear those wordsā€¦that was devastating.
ā€œI didnā€™t mean to put you on the spot, Dylan. It just kind of slipped out but itā€™s the truth. Iā€™m sorry if that upsets you.ā€
He squeezed her to him tighter. ā€œVanessa, never apologise for loving someone. Having someoneā€™s love is an absolute gift. Iā€™m just trying to decide if Iā€™m worthy of yours.ā€
Vanessa placed her hand over the pec that her head wasnā€™t resting on and pushed up. She needed to see his eyes to really understand what was going through his head. Plus she wanted him to see hers and know everything she said was the absolute truth.
ā€œDylan, what on earth ever happened to you to make you feel that you werenā€™t worthy of someoneā€™s love?ā€ Her voice cracked as she said the words so choked with emotion.
He raked his hand back through his hair.
ā€œIā€™m not like you, Van. Iā€™m human but I have all this weird shit going on inside me. I donā€™t know if what I feel is the same as what you feel. What if what I feel is not love but something else? What if my animal genes somehow change all this?ā€
She desperately tried to process his words. ā€œAre you saying that youā€™re wondering if what youā€™re feeling is the same as what Iā€™m calling love?ā€
ā€œYeah, I guess. I mean Iā€™m more than just human, so I wonder if the feelings we label as something are the same. I know the definitions for emotions. I just wonder if weā€™re talking about the same thing we actually feel.ā€
Wow. This was deep. Her mind raced. How could they align? How could she help him clarify his feelings?
ā€œWell, maybe if I tell you what Iā€™m feeling and labelling love, then you can decide if thatā€™s what you think it is?ā€ He looked uncertain and Vanessa definitely felt the same. But she knew she had to be brave and push on. She sensed this conversation was potentially life-changing to them. Rather than wait for him to answer, she launched on.
ā€œDylan, to me love is many things. Itā€™s a combination of lots of feelings all rolled into one. Itā€™s about what I feel for you but itā€™s also about how you make me feel about myself. Let me give you some specific examples. Itā€™s laying here snuggled into you like this. I feel totally relaxed, safe, and special. Itā€™s knowing youā€™re always so concerned about my safety and youā€™re prepared to immediately step up to ensure it and you donā€™t mind offending a few people on the way if thatā€™s what it takes. Itā€™s the little affectionate kisses on the neck, the pats on the butt, the times you pull me into your side. It makes me feel special and good inside to know you want me close. Itā€™s what we do in the bedroom.ā€ He looked like he was about to interrupt but this time it was Vanessaā€™s turn to press her fingers to his lips.
ā€œShhh, youā€™ll get your turn soon. Donā€™t tell me itā€™s just lust. Itā€™s much more than that. Youā€™ve taken the time and the effort to make sure Iā€™ve been satisfied. And that could probably be construed as you being a generous lover. But itā€™s how you touch me, caress me. Your touch has changed of late. It feels like Iā€™m special and important to you. Itā€™s different from the beginning. More fulfilling.
ā€œItā€™s the way we can talk about things, argue about things but still move forward. Iā€™m quite capable of handling most situations that life throws at meā€”some good, some bad. I find myself wanting to share the good with you. I want to tell you all about them, experience them with you more than anyone else. And the badā€”well, it doesnā€™t seem so daunting or terrible with you there to lean on. You make me feel good about myself. You make me feel like I can do anything I set my mind to. I feel whole when Iā€™m with you. Youā€™re the first person I think of when I wake up and the last person I think of before I go to sleep. Youā€™re the one I want to talk to first, spend time with.ā€ She could see the emotions roll across his face and his hazel eyes mirrored her every word. She wondered what he was thinking. ā€œThis is what Iā€™m defining as love.ā€
She relaxed back onto his chest and pulled herself in tight to him. His arms closed tighter around her.
Heā€™d need a few moments to process all that. Hell, she did too.
Once sheā€™d started, the words just seemed to keep coming. She really hoped he understood where she was coming from. It may not have been the most eloquent of descriptions or speeches, but that was how she felt. Thatā€™s what love meant to her.
Finally he shifted a little and dragged her up his body. He reached up and pressed his lips to hers. ā€œYou really feel all that about me?ā€
She nodded without hesitation. It was such a simple question to answer. ā€œI do feel like that.ā€
He took her by surprise and rolled over. He brought her under him, his body laid out over the top of hers. She loved the feeling of his weight on her. He planted his forearms on the mattress beside her shoulders and his eyes seemed to bore into her soul.
ā€œI feel lots of things about you, too, Vanessa. Iā€™m not going to label it love right here and now because I think that would be premature and somehow cheapen what youā€™ve just shared with me, but you certainly helped clarify a few things for me. I definitely care deeply for you, more than Iā€™ve ever felt for anyone else in a very long time. Maybe even forever. Now that I know weā€™re talking about the same thing, I need to try it on for size. See how it fits.ā€ He leant forward and touched his lips to hers in a searing kiss. He didnā€™t try to push for more. The simplicity and chasteness of it spoke much more than hungry passion would have. Somehow it seemed this kiss marked the start of something bigger, better in their relationship.
ā€œThank you for loving me, Vanessa, and caring enough to try to explain to me just what I mean to you.ā€ He dropped a light kiss on the tip of her nose and it tickled.
She giggled. ā€œYou said before never to apologise for loving someone. Now Iā€™m going to say to youā€”never thank me for loving you. I give it to you freely and willingly. I donā€™t expect nor do I want thanks in return. Just honesty and understanding, and if you one day realise you love me also, that would make my world complete.ā€
He looked down at her for a few long seconds. It should have felt uncomfortable but it didnā€™t. It felt as if he was trying to absorb her into his being. As if he was trying to get to the very centre of what made her the person she was. It felt liberating but very exposing at the same time, but there was nothing she wanted to hide from him anymore. She really hoped that very soon thatā€™s the way heā€™d feel about her.









I recently discovered those school vocational assessments are really interesting and probably correct! Who would have thought, hey? You see, I clearly remember taking one of those in Year 11 (for my US friends, I think that equates to junior year in high school). Anyway, semantics. Well, the results came back indicating that I should pursue a career in writing and something else. What that something else was I canā€™t remember but the writing thing stuck in my mind.

Sure, Iā€™d always liked English and had already developed a ravenous appetite for romance novels by the age of sixteenā€”but who becomes a writer straight out of school? So to cut a long story short, I went to Uni and studied Business and ended up managing large-scale IT projects shortly after.
I canā€™t complain: itā€™s been a great career. Iā€™ve done some awesome projects and met some incredible people and I wonā€™t be giving it up anytime soon. Anyway, Iā€™ve messed around with a couple of ā€œsecretā€ novels over the years and I finally decided to get serious and finish one. Hence ā€œFinding Trustā€ came about. And about twenty years later, Iā€™ve finally proved a vocational assessment correct, because I love writing!

As to some other stuff about me: I live on the Gold Coast, Australia. I love spending time with my family and friends. When Iā€™m not sitting behind a screen playing with IT or writing, you might find me down the beach playing in the waves on a Jet Ski or a bogey board (both are uber cool). When the weather turns a bit cooler (doesnā€™t really happen on the Gold Coast), we like to head for the snow. Iā€™ve discovered I have two kids who are kamikaze skiersā€”they must take after their father. Heā€™s always at me to ā€œrelease the handbrake.ā€ Apparently Iā€™d ski so much better. I call it a healthy understanding of self-preservation and gravity!
I like to think I can fit in a few workouts and martial arts classes each week. This tends to be a figment of my imagination more than reality, unfortunately. I am trying to remedy this, but those damn characters just keep demanding to have their stories told and, well, thereā€™s always another good book to read!

I hope you enjoy mine.

Please drop me a line. You can find me at my website, www.nataliegayle.com.   Iā€™m active on Facebook, Twitter, and via email Natalie@nataliegayle.com.au. Iā€™d love to know what you think of my books and well, letā€™s be truthfulā€”I love talking about books, whether theyā€™re mine or someone elseā€™s. Fiction is just so much more fun than reality!!!

Happy Reading

Natalie Gayle



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  1. Thanks so much for hosting and I'm glad you enjoyed the book. Hope you like Book 1 and 2 as much.

    Nat

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