All I ever wanted was to be a female fighter.
It was in my blood to smack people around.
Some girls wore pink dresses and makeup, I wore sneakers and bruises.
I was a loner, stuck to myself because I was different, until Camden Steel moved next door.
I punched him in the mouth, and he saw me through rose colored glasses from that day on.
I had everything I ever wanted.
The boy next door, inspiring career… until I didn’t.
He hates me. I deserve that.
They say you have to fight for what you want… What they don’t tell you… is it’ll cost you more than you’re willing to give to reach the top.
In this new book by MN Forgy, we follow a young woman named Tatum Tate who returns back to Chicago to chase after her dream of being a professional boxer. The odds are against her and she has her own problems as she has to face leaving the one person whose loved her, boxing bad boy Camden Steel.
First off, Camden Steel. One of the hottest boxers that I have read in a book. I have a soft spot for boxers. Really once I find out that the main male character is a boxer, I want to read it immediately. I have JB Salsbury to thank for that. Anyways, I loved how we got to see what happened between him and Tate and how it affected him and his life after she was gone. He was a good guy and loved her with every fiber of his being. He is one of those rare good guys that makes mistakes but truly cares about Tate (even though he’s a jerk for the first 30% of the book). I kind of liked that he was because I would have lost all respect with him if he just accepted her back without being angry. Not very ‘boxer’.
It’s refreshing to read a book where the female is a boxer. And a damn good one. I found myself clapping my hands when she would knock a guy down and I would agree with her when she would fight for equality in the boxing world.
Holy moly hotness. You think that it’s hot just having one boxer in the story, try having both of them as boxers. The scenes between them were so hot that I thought my Kindle was going to catch on fire. The passion, lust, emotion is so real and raw that you feel like a creeper watching as they are together because it feels like you are actually there.
There were some things that I would have liked to have seen more. There wasn’t much for secondary characters. We get some dabbles here and there for Tatum’s friends but she almost forgets all about them when she continues to connect with Camden. And then the thing with her sister? That was another book waiting to happen and it just felt like it was rushed through just so that we could get to the end of her storyline.
The book reads as a stand-alone so you don’t need to be worried about having to wait for a second book to come out. There is no word on whether or not this will be a series. It could eventually work into one because of the other characters in the book, but it may not need to be done.
Climbing off the bed I grab her by the ankle, jerking her to the edge of the bed roughly.
She jumps awake panicked. Her wild, frantic eyes finding mine.
“Camden, what the fuck?”
“I thought I made it clear I didn’t want you to move, I wanted you to sleep on me.” My voice hard and accusing, all the feelings I felt that morning after she left when I was eighteen surfacing. She jerks her foot, but I tighten my hold. “I wasn’t joking.”
Bending down I grab her by the hips and throw her naked body over my shoulder.
“What are you doing? Have you lost your mind?”
“I have, and it’s because I fell for the little girl next door when I was a fucking kid,” I bark.
Yanking the curtains to the floor to ceiling window open I set her down, her back facing me.
“Put your hands on the window,” I instruct harshly.
She obeys surprisingly, and looks over her shoulder. “What are you doing?”
Spreading her ass cheeks I push the head of my dick into her quickly, needing to feel her now. She takes in a sharp breath, her fingers tensing against the glass as I shove into her with so much force her head bangs against the window.
My chest rising and falling rapidly, I caress the shell of her ear with my lips.
“I know what you’re thinking.”
Her forehead pressed against the window she turns it, looking me in the eye.
“That I’m possessive, controlling, crazy.” I thrust into her hard and her mouth parts with pleasure. “You made me this way, you made me the crazy man that wants to love you.”
Pressing my back onto hers, I interlock our fingers on the window, my face in the crook of her neck.
“Let me love you, let me be the crazy motherfucker that loves you.”
She nods, her breath fogging the glass as I continue to thrust into her.
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M.N. Forgy was raised in Missouri where she still lives with her family. She’s a soccer mom by day and a saucy writer by night. M.N. Forgy started writing at a young age but never took it seriously until years later, as a stay-at-home mom, she opened her laptop and started writing again. As a role model for her children, she felt she couldn’t live with the “what if” anymore and finally took a chance on her character’s story. So, with her glass of wine in hand and a stray Barbie sharing her seat, she continues to create and please her fans.
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