The biggest fight of his
life isn’t . . . In the Ring.
The bright lights. The
roaring crowd. The chance at a championship belt. The not-so-little secret Liam
Shaughnessy—the Bonny Bruiser—is fighting to keep tucked far away.
Liam got the pussy pounded
out of him on the mean streets of Cin-city—the other Sin City. The oldest in a
Catholic clan where his da never pulled any punches, he went from geek boy to
the golden boy of the boxing world care of his fists. Liam’s on the fast track
to having it all . . . all except the one man he wants.
Michael Fairweather makes
pretending to be hetero goddamn difficult for Liam. The man is blond and
beautiful and just so happens to be Liam’s trainer. With a penchant for doing
shirtless yoga, giving midnight massages to loosen Liam’s muscles, and
sometimes even taking it out in the ring with him. To say Liam has porn-style
fantasies about Michael is an understatement.
Michael’s out and proud.
Liam’s only proud of what he can do in the ring. He can’t risk his career,
least of all for someone unavailable. Michael has a lover. Liam has the lies he
lives every day. And when his money-grubbing manager gets involved as the title
win approaches, Liam doesn’t know what hit him.
Fight to win. Fight with
honor. It won’t be easy, but that’s okay. Nothing worth fighting for ever is.
I inhaled and closed my eyes, soaking in
the feel of Michael touching me, so close. He moved away, leaving me with a
cold wash of air in his wake. Around the corner, a shower turned on, and when I
looked again, Michael was gone. His discarded clothes sat on the bench in front
of me.
I hated this feeling, this vulnerability
and insecurity inside. Everyone expected me to climb higher, do better, be bigger—never
weak. I wanted to be less than what I was for just one minute. More than I was,
in someone else’s eyes.
I padded naked to the showers. There before
me was Michael, back-to, soaping up. Foam ran down his traps, delts, glutes,
quads.
Michael spun around. Suds, chest, cock,
balls. “You checking me out?”
“I’ll go.” I turned to leave, but he
grabbed my arm.
“Don’t.” He slinked forward, and every
effort I’d put into shutting this unwanted thing
down melted away as his hand curled around my bicep.
My body was on fire for him. “Michael—”
“Don’t,” he repeated, running a hand down
my bare chest.
My heart skipped, and my cock surged.
Sensation weakened me, the sheer sexiness of his wet touch swirled inside my
tummy, gripped my groin like a fist.
I stepped inside, under the hot rain of
multiple showerheads. My erection leaped to my belly, big, hard, unmistakable.
Diamond droplets of water slid off Michael’s hair, dripped into his eyes, and
ran down his chest. Down below, the torrent gathered in his curly golden pubes
that circled the base of a shaft that reached upward. Pink, wrapped in pulsing
veins, the entire picture of his cock was so much sexier than any man I’d ever
fucked or any porn I’d ever watched.
“You are gorgeous, you know that, right?”
Michael stood so close his heat clung to my skin.
“I . . .”
Tilting my chin, he brushed his knuckles
against the black stubble on my jaw. “Liam, are you just curious—or gay?
Because this”—his fingertips drifted down my abs which jumped on contact—“is
really dangerous.”
My skin burned from his touch. Heat
scorched down to my cock. “No.”
“No what?” He reached low.
His thumb rubbed just beneath the flared
head of my dick.
I shook my head, then nodded, trying to get
closer to his reddened lips. To feel them on mine.
“No, you’re not gay? No, you’re not
curious?” His tongue darted to my earlobe.
My hands clamped onto his biceps.
“No? You’re in denial?” His thick whisper
trailed along my neck.
I wrapped one hand around his hip, slick
and wet, and the other into his hair. “Kiss me if you wanna find out.”
Michael gasped. His lips parted and found
mine. Not like a girl. Nothing near a woman. Stubble, rough mouth, harsh
groans, all man. But for all the force our bodies contained and all the months
of desire coursing through me, our first kiss was sultry, liquid, languid.
“Ahhh.”
I leaned away to look at him.
Love M/M? Love sexy fighters?
Then this is the story for you.
Laim is a prized fighter who is in the closet and fearful about what coming out means for his career.
With Micheal, can he learn to be his true self?
As sexy as Laim's character was, I adore Micheal. His no nonsense attitude and how he holds Liam accountable, speaks so much to how true Micheal is.
The steam packed into this book is HOT. The author does not back away from the difficulties trails of being a gay man in a very alpha sport.
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When I started In the Ring by Rie Warren, I wondered if I would like it. It seemed okay, but it didn't completely hook me and pull me in. That changed after a couple of chapters and then it drowned you. And when the spark ignited, it became scorching. If you like M/M, I highly recommend this book. 4.5 stars.
Liam is a boxer who has been told to keep his orientation a secret because no one will approve of a gay boxer, or sports hero of any kind. There is a hitch in the plan though, Liam is in love with his trainer, Michael...and the feelings are mutual.
Michael is an out and proud gay man, and he broke up with his longtime lover to be with Liam, but he doesn't like the hiding or secrecy. Can he handle a relationship with someone who treats him like a dirty secret? Who he can't be out in the open with?
With trouble brewing on the horizon, will this couple survive? Pick it up and find out! The story starts out a little slow, but it does pick up and you do not want to miss this. This isn't a smooth love story and it feels real. It's hot, full of feels, the characters are great, and the story line is good. 4.5 stars!
Rie is the badass,
sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Don’t Tell series–a breakthrough
trilogy that crosses traditional publishing boundaries beginning with In His
Command. Her latest endeavor, the Carolina Bad Boys series, is fun, hot, and
southern-sexy.
A Yankee transplant who
has traveled the world, Rie started out a writer—causing her college professor
to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has
changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during
her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and
wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has
been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around.
You can connect with Rie
via the social media hangouts listed on her website https://www.riewarren.com. She is
represented by Saritza Hernandez, Corvisiero Literary Agency. http://www.corvisieroagency.com/Saritza_Hernandez.html
