Outmatched
Chapters (29)
Outmatched
A Novel
Kristen Callihan
Samantha Young
Also by Kristen Callihan
Other Adult Contemporary titles by Kristen Callihan
The Game On Series:
The Hook Up
The Friend Zone
The Game Plan
The Hot Shot
VIP Series:
Idol
Managed
Fall
Adult Paranormal Romance titles by Kristen Callihan
Darkest London Series:
Firelight
Ember
Moonglow
Winterblaze
Entwined
Shadowdance
Evernight
Soulbound
Forevermore
Also by Samantha Young
Play On
As Dust Dances
Into the Deep
Out of the Shallows
Hero
Villain: a Hero Novella
One Day: A Valentine Novella
Fight or Flight
On Dublin Street Series:
On Dublin Street
Down London Road
Before Jamaica Lane
Fall From India Place
Echoes of Scotland Street
Moonlight on Nightingale Way
Until Fountain Bridge (a novella)
Castle Hill (a novella)
Valentine (a novella)
One King’s Way (a novella)
Hart’s Boardwalk Series:
The One Real Thing
Every Little Thing
Things We Never Said
Adult Paranormal Romance titles by Samantha Young
(written under S. Young)
War of Hearts: A True Immortality Novel
Young Adult contemporary titles by Samantha Young
The Impossible Vastness of Us
The Fragile Ordinary
Young Adult Urban Fantasy titles by Samantha Young
The Tale of Lunarmorte Trilogy:
Moon Spell
River Cast
Blood Solstice
Warriors of Ankh Trilogy:
Blood Will Tell
Blood Past
Shades of Blood
Fire Spirits Series:
Smokeless Fire
Scorched Skies
Borrowed Ember
Darkness, Kindled
One
Rhys
My dad once told me that most people didn’t intend to ruin their lives; they simply made a series of stupid choices. He’d been in his battered leather chair, wide shoulders hunched over the executive rosewood desk that had been the pride of his office. The same chair I slumped in now, facing the same expansive desk.
Idly, I traced a finger along the edge, the once-gleaming wood now dull and nicked. As a kid, it seemed odd to me that Dad wanted this ornate desk, more suited to a law firm, as the centerpiece of a bare-bones boxing and martial arts gym office. When I’d asked him about it, he’d smiled in that faint way of his.
“Lights Out is my pride and joy, boyo.” He’d spread his big, scarred hands over the shining desktop. “Here is where I represent it. Like it or not, appearances matter.”
Actions and words counted equal measure in his world. Act decisively, speak your piece with truth, and make good choices.
What would he think of my choices?
“Nothing good,” I muttered, then pressed the pads of my fingers to my aching eyes. At the moment, I wasn’t thinking much of my dad’s choices either.