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Review: In The Ring by Rie Warren
BLURB:
The biggest fight of his
life isn’t . . . In the Ring.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
honor. It won’t be easy, but that’s okay. Nothing worth fighting for ever is.
Fight, honor, and win were the words of Liam Shaughnessy. He learned to protect himself at a young age. And he kept protecting himself when he got older. He had a secret and only a few knew. Being a Boxer, you had an image to uphold. Being gay wasn’t that image for a Boxer in a professional sport.”You love who you love, be it a man or a woman. People are people” I really enjoyed In the Ring by Rie Warren. The chemistry between Liam and Michael were off the charts HOT. And the dynamic between both of them were insane. Each had struggles to fight. Liam coming out to the public and Michael ending a long relationship that died years ago.
Can’t wait to see what Rie has in store for us next! If it’s anything like In the Ring, it will be fabulous.
4.5 Book Corner Stars
*ARC Review*
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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.
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.
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.
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?”
balls. “You checking me out?”
“I’ll go.” I turned to leave, but he
grabbed my arm.
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.
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 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.
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.
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.
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.”
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.”
scorched down to my cock. “No.”
“No what?” He reached low.
His thumb rubbed just beneath the flared
head of my dick.
head of my dick.
I shook my head, then nodded, trying to get
closer to his reddened lips. To feel them on mine.
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.
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.
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.”
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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
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