In The Ring by Rie Warren ~Blog Tour w/ Review, Excerpt & Giveaway

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.




Storyline: 5
Angst: 4
Tissue: 0
Value: 5
Panty Scorching: 5
Over All Rating: 4.25 Stars
Kindle eARC
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.

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,
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.
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.
You can connect with Rie via the social media hangouts listed on her website She is represented by Saritza Hernandez, Corvisiero Literary Agency.
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