BLURB:
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.
✯✯4 Fighting Hard Stars!!!✯✯
Rie Warren can write anything!! There isn't a book of hers that I read and don't fall in love with the characters, their stories and everything from A-Z. Liam and Michael's story was no different.
Liam was a poor street fighter. Now, he's a boxer only a few fights away from becoming the World Heavyweight Champion. He should be on top of the world. His professional career is popping. But, it's his personal life thats anything like how he wants it. Liam is gay. There's only 3 ppl that know it. Dev, his longtime friend who's now his manager. He won't let Liam come out. He keeps telling Liam it'll kill his career. Instead he's making the world think Liam's a manwhore. The other is Anya, she's the girl the world thinks he's in a relationship with and she's also ring girl. She's also hiding a secret. Anya is a lesbian and not out. They're really the perfect couple lol. Last but certainly not least is Gideon. He started out as a painter that Liam loves his work.But, in the end he ended up being a true caring friend for Liam when he desperately needed one.
Liam only has eyes for Michael. Micheal has been his trainer for a few years now and really pushes Liam in the ring. He makes sure Liam gives everything in the ring. Then, he makes sure he massages Liam down properly afterwards while making sure his diet is legit. They're good together. In & out of the ring. Its getting harder for him to fake it around Michael. Michael on the other hand is gay and out and proud. He's in a longterm relationship. But, its getting harder for him to not have his feelings for Liam out.
When both of their feelings are out... Oh my goodness!!! These two are so hot, demanding, loving and did I say hot. I was sweating while reading parts of the book lol. But, it wasn't that easy. Jus because Michael knew didn't mean Liam was going to come out. He was 110% ready. Liam only asked Michael to wait until the championship fight.Then he'd come out to the world. Only I felt Micheal was OK with it one minute and the next running. It pissed me off. But, I still loved him anyway.
I don't wanna give to much away. Just know this is a must read story. I'd love to get more Micheal and Like. I also am dying for Gideon and Anya's stories. Rie Warren gave us another incredible story of a mans journey to overcome so much to be completely happy. In my book she nailed it and then some. Cant wait for the next Rie Warren book.
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EXCERPT:
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.
Author Bio:
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.
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