{"id":266076,"date":"2026-07-18T23:57:50","date_gmt":"2026-07-18T20:57:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/low-blow-kristen-hope-mazzola\/"},"modified":"2026-07-18T23:57:50","modified_gmt":"2026-07-18T20:57:50","slug":"low-blow-kristen-hope-mazzola","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/low-blow-kristen-hope-mazzola\/","title":{"rendered":"Low Blow – Kristen Hope Mazzola"},"content":{"rendered":"
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To think, without him, I wouldn\u2019t be alive. I was a sixteen-year-old punk when my heart decided to fail out on me, and this one\u2019s been ticking pretty good for the last ten years.\u201d My jealousy continued to grow as the three of us sat in silence in the small office. My mind raced from question to question I didn\u2019t have the guts to ask. Were Shaw and Olive just friends? Were they more than that?<\/p>\n

Did they just work together? For some reason I felt an overwhelming need to know exactly who the hell he was and what his intensions were. It wasn\u2019t anything more than instinctual, but in that moment, I felt like she was mine to protect and take care of, felt I needed to be with her from that moment on, every second of every day. Even being a desk\u2019s width away felt like too far. I knew eventually I was going to have to get back onto my bike and head home, but I needed more time.<\/p>\n

\u201cWill you have dinner with me tonight?\u201d I asked abruptly. Olive and Shaw both stared blankly at me while I waited impatiently for an answer. Finally, Olive spoke. \u201cSure? I guess that would be nice.\u201d I got up from the chair, feeling like I was about to overstay my welcome. It was a work day and I was being rude, taking up way too much of her time as it was. \u201cGreat. What time should I come by to pick you up?\u201d Olive\u2019s cheeks turned the most adorable shade of pink, like strawberry syrup that I just wanted to lick and kiss off her face.<\/p>\n

\u201cSeven?\u201d \u201cPerfect. I\u2019ll see you then.\u201d She reached out to offer her hand to me. When I took it, the gesture felt too impersonal, so I pulled her in, tightly holding her to my chest as she sighed into me. \u201cI\u2019ll see you in a few hours,\u201d she whispered, pushing me away. I waved goodbye to Shaw and then hopped on my bike. I had no idea what I was going to do for the rest of the day, but it didn\u2019t matter.<\/p>\n

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Copyright \u00a9 2017 Kristen Hope Mazzola Published by Kristen Hope Mazzola All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form, including electronic or mechanical, without written permission from the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author\u2019s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.<\/p>\n

This book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This book may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person you share it with. If you are reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then you should return it to the seller and purchase your own copy.<\/p>\n

Thank you for respecting the author\u2019s work. Published: Kristen Hope Mazzola 2017 Cover Design: Kristen Hope Mazzola Cover Model: Joshua Sean McCann (https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/JoshuaSeanMccannofficial\/) Cover Photographer: Lance Jones of LJ Photography (https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/LJPhotography2k\/) Formatting by: Kristen Hope Mazzola Editing by: C. Marie: editingbycmarie@gmail.com Jordan Bates Proof Reading by: Patti Correa: shore2pleaseedits@gmail.com Created with Vellum OceanofPDF.com S I N T R O D U C T I O N ynopsis: One injury – a freaking broken rib. That’s all it took to send life into a tailspin at the age of sixteen.<\/p>\n

After getting a heart transplant, I knew that I could never take life or my talents for granted – I was going to be the best of the best. Boxing consumed my life and I was on track for greatness. Everything was perfect until I woke up one morning, ten years after my surgery with an overwhelming need to meet her – the girl whose father’s heart beat in my chest. Little did I know that she was going to save me all over again. Low Blow is the fourth book in the Shots On Goal Series.<\/p>\n

It can be read as a standalone, has a happily ever after, and does not have a cliffhanger. There are character crossovers from Hat Trick, Cross Checked and Cherry Picked, which are also standalones with a HEA and no cliffhanger. OceanofPDF.com T N O T E F R O M T H E A U T H O R hank you for reading Cross Checked. In doing so, you have helped fulfill a very important goal of mine.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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