On the mat, forty seconds is nothing. In his hands, it changes everything. Alex Carter doesn’t lose well. He especially doesn’t lose to Daniel Morgan — Australian, controlled, unbothered by anything Alex throws at him. The loss he could live with. He can’t stop thinking about the forty seconds Morgan held him down and didn’t let go. Daniel Morgan keeps clean records. Match data, training logs, everything accounted for. He can’t account for the twelve seconds that became forty, or why an American’s phone number is still in his wallet. Now a league is paying them to be rivals — three cities, same bracket, cameras on all of it. What happens in the hotel rooms after isn’t on any schedule, and neither of them can afford for anyone to find out. If they both keep winning, they meet in the final. An explicit MM rivals-to-lovers sports romance. Book 1.