Spotlight Post incl Exclusive Excerpt: RS Kenzie – With This Ring

Kaison St. Clair has been a thorn in my side for years. When we see each other, we either trade insults or blows. I hate everything about him. If it were up to me, I’d stay far away from him and the entire St. Clair family.

But someone is after both our families. The only way to keep everyone alive is an arranged marriage with my enemy to combine the might of the St. Clair’s and the Whitlock’s.

Life with Kai is supposed to be about winning the war we found ourselves in, not love and emotions. But somewhere down the line, he gets under my skin.

And I’ll do whatever it takes to make him mine in more than name.

With This Ring is an arranged marriage, enemies to lovers MM romance with two men who are forced together but find that after a while, they don’t mind.

His gray eyes flash with anger and his pale cheeks flush as he stares daggers at me. His long blond hair hangs loose around his face, the thick waves tousled as if he or someone else has been running a hand through it. His plump mouth tips up in a smile when he sees me, though anger still dances in those deep silvery orbs. I’m a few inches taller than him at six three, so he has to look up to meet my gaze. I like that I have that advantage over him, though he has me in weight, probably ten or fifteen pounds heavier than me.

“Carter. Fancy seeing you here,” he says conversationally, rolling dice in his hands.

“The fuck are you doing here, St. Clair? You want to bet,” I say, snatching the dice from his hand and tossing them on the table behind him, “stay where the fuck you belong.”

He smiles—more a baring of teeth than genuine happiness—and crosses his arms over his chest. “Now why would I do that when I can come here and take your money?” He pokes me in my chest, his sharp finger digging into my flesh.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” I say through gritted teeth. “Get your fucking bitches and get the fuck out.” I point to his men and three of them growl at me as if they’re going to do something about me calling them bitches. Just because I only have Gavin with me doesn’t mean I’m more unguarded than Kai. This is my fucking territory—every man here is my guard.

“What if I want to hang out here?” Kai says with a shrug. “I’m not done gambling yet.”

He tries to turn back to the table, where everyone gathered are watching our exchange with wide eyes and bated breath. Even the dealer is waiting for this situation between us to be resolved.

I grip his arm, stopping him from turning back to the table. “Don’t fucking dismiss me,” I snarl, pushing him by the arm. “I said you need to get the fuck out of here. Now. Before I make you leave.”

“Oh yeah?” Kai steps closer to me until we’re nose to nose. “Then fucking make me.”

Taking a step back, I cock my hand back and connect with his face, hitting him in the mouth.

Kai stumbles back, his hand flying to his split lip. Before he can retaliate, I’m on him, pushing him to the ground and punching him once more. I pull my arm back to land another hit, but someone grabs my arm before I can bring it down. I look up to see one of his guards, who decks me in the face before I can block the strike. The hit makes me tumble off Kai, dragging my hand to my nose. It’s bleeding but not broken.

From there, all hell breaks loose. People push and shove to get out of the way, running back and forth to stay out of range of the fight. Gavin is on the guard that hit me and more of my men come out of the woodwork, taking care of the rest of Kai’s men. But he’s all mine.