Blurb:
ROUND 1 of the KAGE Trilogy
My name is Jamie Atwood, and I’m an addict. I never
thought I’d say such a thing. Never had a problem being overly-attached to
anything in my life. I came from a perfectly middle-class family, made good
grades, and had a hot cheerleader girlfriend... but the truth is, nothing ever
really moved me. So how did a guy like me become an addict?
I met Michael Kage.
Kage is an MMA fighter. A famous one. I like to think I helped him get that way.
He’s charming as hell, with looks to rival any movie star and talent to back it up. So why did he need to hire me as an intern Publicist? Simple. He has a darkness in him– like a black hole so deep it could swallow him, and me, and everyone we know– and that’s not good for business.
The first time I met him, I felt the pull. I think the addiction began at that very moment. And even if I’d known then what I know now, I would have fallen for him. How could I not?
For me, Kage is everything
I met Michael Kage.
Kage is an MMA fighter. A famous one. I like to think I helped him get that way.
He’s charming as hell, with looks to rival any movie star and talent to back it up. So why did he need to hire me as an intern Publicist? Simple. He has a darkness in him– like a black hole so deep it could swallow him, and me, and everyone we know– and that’s not good for business.
The first time I met him, I felt the pull. I think the addiction began at that very moment. And even if I’d known then what I know now, I would have fallen for him. How could I not?
For me, Kage is everything
EXCERPT:
Kage
pushed his tongue deeper into my mouth, and suddenly I was sucking hungrily at
his tongue,
winding
my arms around his neck, and pressing my lower body against his. I was
desperate to get
closer,
to feel through the barrier of my clothing what he had pressed against me. My
hunger knew
no
bounds, growing exponentially with each passing second as it became clearer
that this was not
some
fevered fantasy. This was actually happening.
And
I was going to let it.
He
unwound my arms from his neck and reached down to pull my t-shirt over my head
so that we
were
skin to skin. The scrub of chest hair against my nipples was exquisite torture,
and I moaned,
pulling
back to catch my breath.
“Fuck
no, you’re not going anywhere!” Kage yanked me back against him. “I’ve waited
too long for
this.
Been patient enough.” He covered my mouth and face with kisses, moved down to
my throat,
and
bit the sensitive skin there until I cried out. I was overcome with passion, my
breath coming in
quick
gasps as I fought to keep it together. I had always thought of myself as a
player and a skilled
lover,
but I swear Kage made me feel like a virgin all over again.
“Take
off your pants,” he said.
“What
are you planning on doing to me?” I asked, my voice distant to my own ears as I
worked my
shorts
down my legs, leaving my boxer briefs on.
“What
I should have done when you first got here…”
“How
did you know I’d let you?”
He
chuckled. “I could tell by the way you look at me. Like you’re eating me alive
with your eyes.”
“I
don’t do that,” I protested. “I don’t even like guys.”
“Liar.”
Kage shook his head and took a step back. “Get on your knees, Jamie.”
“Pardon
me?”
“Don’t
give me that look. I said get on your knees.”
I
wanted to tell him no, that this was insanity, and that I wasn’t gay. I wanted
to point out that I’d just
recently
had a girlfriend whom I’d fucked soundly on a regular basis. But instead I sank
to my knees
in
front of him and waited, looking up at his unbelievably perfect body, all
muscles and planes and
smooth
skin. The boyish face with the five-o’clock shadow, the dark locks of hair that
fell loosely
around
his face… and that’s when I felt it. He was right. I was devouring him with my
eyes, because
God
help me I could not get enough.
Maris Black has slowly become one of my favorite
authors, in Michael Kage she has given us a gritty, hard to put my finger on
character. This book is the first book
in her new trilogy and ends in a cliffhanger.
It is told by Jamie’s POV; Jamie
whom concerned himself straight with girlfriend Layla. That is until he meets Kage at a MMA fight in
Atlanta, called to Vegas to be Kages intern publicist for the summer. Jamie sets up to learn his job, learn about
his employer and learn about MMA all at the same time.
“I
took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and got a nose full of Michael Kage
pheromones.”
Kage is the enigma of this book, nothing is as it really seems, he trains
constantly, only eats a special diet;
Maris gives nothing away about his character, the first book is setting the foundation of
Jamie and Kage’s friendship, work relationship and finally a sexual
relationship. And let me tell you, the
sex in this book is smoking HAWT, like page burning smoking hot.
“The
truth was I had a humdinger of a gay crush on my client. Like dicks and balls
and ass and muscles and man kisses. Like
gay as shit, Like…ah, hell.”
This book does end in a cliffhanger that makes you
want to throw your damn Kindle, I loved
everything about it, the slow build up, trying
to figure out the “real” Michael Kage and I actually loved it being mostly in
first person. Really looking forward to
August 24th when we will receive the next Kage installment”. I.Cannot.Wait!
“This
is mine now,” Kage said.
“Yes.”
“I
don't share,”
“Me,
neither.”
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book was given to me by the author for my honest review.
AUTHOR BIO
My name is Maris Black (sort of), and I'm a Southern
Girl through and through.In college, I majored in English and discovered the
joys of creative writing and literary interpretation. After honing my skills
discovering hidden meanings authors probably never intended, I collected my
near-worthless English degree and got a job at a newspaper making minimum wage.
But I soon had to admit that small town reporting was not going to pay the bills,
so I went back to school and joined the medical field. Logical progression,
right? But no matter what I did, my school notebooks and journals would not stop
filling up with fiction. I was constantly plotting, constantly jotting prose,
constantly casting the people I met as characters in the secret novels in my
head.Yep. I can blame my creative mother for thatWhen I finally started writing
fiction for a living, I surprised myself with my choice of genre. I'd always
known I wanted to write romance, but the first story that popped out was about
a couple of guys finding love during a threesome with a woman. Then I wrote
about more guys, and more guys, and more guys. I was never a reader of gay
fiction, and I'd never planned to write it. The only excuse I have for myself
is: Hey, it's just what comes out!
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