life isn’t . . . In the Ring.
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.
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.
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.
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.
honor. It won’t be easy, but that’s okay. Nothing worth fighting for ever is.
Panty Scorching: 5
Over All Rating: 4.25 Stars
Reviewed by Robin
Liam grew up being a good Catholic boy to a force to be reckon with in the boxing world. When he gets a new trainer, Michael Fairweather, it’s harder than ever to keep his sexuality under wraps. Michael is out and Liam’s manager says that he can never come out and make it in the sport of boxing. Fighting against his feelings as well in the ring starts wearing on Liam who just wants to live life honestly. Does Liam have what it takes to win the title and Michael’s heart?
“‘I guess it’s because I’ve lived a fantasy in my own head for about half my life.’
Michael stopped teasing me and eased closer. ‘A fantasy of what?’
Setting the book aside, I looked down at my hands. ‘A normal life where I don’t have to hide who I am or what I want.’”
Wow! I really did love Liam and Michael together even though it was maddening when they would get into these fights. ARGH!!! Oh the angst. I never understand all of Michael’s impatience even though Liam tries to promise he will come out. It’s such a lack of trust. But for the majority of the book it was a long slow burn. I really loved the sexual tension leaping off the page! It makes me want to find a hot trainer and start working out.
I’m assuming we are going to get more boxing books which I definitely can get on board with. All of the hot men training to be the perfect fighting machine, yes. My body is willing and I am ready to read.
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
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.
me was Michael, back-to, soaping up. Foam ran down his traps, delts, glutes,
balls. “You checking me out?”
grabbed my arm.
effort I’d put into shutting this unwanted thing
down melted away as his hand curled around my bicep.
my bare chest.
Sensation weakened me, the sheer sexiness of his wet touch swirled inside my
tummy, gripped my groin like a fist.
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.
Michael stood so close his heat clung to my skin.
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
scorched down to my cock. “No.”
head of my dick.
closer to his reddened lips. To feel them on mine.
curious?” His tongue darted to my earlobe.
trailed along my neck.
and wet, and the other into his hair. “Kiss me if you wanna find out.”
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.
I leaned away to look at him.