Summary of Beneath the Surface:
Kyran Reese is a man in control. Driven when it comes to work, focused when it comes to play. From his office to the chalk circle of Metro’s bare-knuckle boxing ring, his only thought is to win. That thirst heightens when Dale Porter enters his life. His brother’s assistant should be off-limits, but her witty comments and sarcastic comebacks have him desperate to get her between the sheets. After receiving an unexpected left hook, Kyran gets exactly what he wants, though he makes the rules very clear.
When Dale agrees to Kyran’s relationship stipulation of no labels, she’s sucked into a whirlwind of lust, money, and underground boxing. The agreement to keep their lust away from the office is discarded when rules are molded to suit their ever-increasing attraction. Dale fights her growing affection, trying to hide it even when the world around them spirals out of control. All too soon she realizes she can’t hide her true feelings any longer.
Kyran begins to wonder if he’s finally met his match, and with his family falling apart before his eyes, he turns to the two things he knows will keep him sane: boxing and Dale. Those crutches can’t last forever, and when Kyran finds it harder to function he is left with a decision he never thought he’d have to make.Could playing to win mean playing for keeps?
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What is one of your favorite Sexy Kyran moments with excerpt.
I have a few favorite Kyran scenes, though one goes right to the top of my list every time. It’s nearing the end of the book where his world is crashing down around his ears. He goes to Metro for his clarity but doesn’t have the strength to fight. Everything has become too much; the punches no longer working as a way for him to process his feelings for Dale.
I liked writing his mental anguish as his opponent attacks him in the chalk circle. Kyran always wins his fights, so for him to lose on purpose conveys just how mixed up he’s become. The turmoil caused by Dale, his brother and his father have sent him spiralling.
I loved writing it.
The punch landed at the side of Kyran’s mouth, sending spit and blood flying into the air. He felt the skin of his lip split, and hissed at the pain, yet he welcomed it at the same time. The sting gave him something else to focus on. It snapped his head out of the loop it was currently on, offering him the alternative he needed.
He was one sick fuck. His world outside the Reese Corporation was crumbling around him, and the only way he had of dealing with it was through the intensity of a fight and the pain of a fist. Taylor had screwed up so much that Kyran doubted there would ever be a way back for him. Dale hadn’t responded to his calls or texts, leaving him to wonder if that relationship was screwed, too.
It should be no great surprise to him. Dale had told him how she felt so many times, and he couldn’t bring himself to say the words. Kyran had tried to convey his emotions in other ways, but she had missed the signs, and now he couldn’t contact her. He was lost.
Another fist flew at his face, and he did nothing to stop it from connecting. His teeth rattled and his jaw ached, but even though his senses sharpened, the emptiness remained in his chest.
“Is that all you have?” he asked, goading his competitor.
Kyran held out his arms, his chest heaving from the exertion as sweat trickled down his torso. The loose bandages dangled from his palms. Sam hovered in his periphery. Kyran didn’t need to look at him to know the old man was flabbergasted by the way he was acting. How could he explain that he needed this tonight? Hungered for the agony.
He didn’t give a shit that he’d lose. It no longer mattered. Nothing did.
“Come on, then!” Kyran bellowed. The crowd cheered him on.
His head started to spin as his opponent’s fists flew. Kyran never blocked them. He took every single one and then waited for the next. Numbness overtook him, the alcohol he’d consumed earlier made it bearable. Blood trickled down his face—he could feel the tracks and taste the coppery tang. Unconcerned with how bad his face would look in the morning, he goaded his opponent again and beckoned him with his fingers. Sam yelled across the room, waving his arms wildly as he tried to get Kyran’s attention.
The churning in his stomach increased, and as another punch hit his temple, dots began to appear in front of his eyes. Kyran tried to blink them away unsuccessfully, which left him unprepared for another blow. Staggering back, a fist connected with his ribs. He gagged, the acid bile burning its way up his throat. The alcohol sloshed in his gut. The cramps took his breath away, and Kyran was about thirty seconds from vomiting when a pair of hands gripped his biceps from behind. Dizzy, sick, and wincing in pain, Kyran was dragged from the mob around the ring and shoved into the locker room.
He fell to the floor.
I love me a hot fighter book.....this one had great potential....hot cover...check...hot alpha male fighter...check...hot sex....check and I did like the banter between the two main characters and the originality of the story, but it moved a little slow and I just wanted to connect to the characters and the story just a tad more. Maybe feel Dale's emotions more when she caught her ex cheating or when her and Kryan had disagreements ...something...anything! That being said it was still a good story. 3.75 stars.
Beneath the Surface is Kryan and Dale's story. Kryan is a rich, business man by day and a tatted up, bare knuckle fighter at night. He keeps his fighting a secret, it's how he burns off his frustrations. He meets Dale, his brother Taylor's new assistant, and there is an instant spark and attraction between the two. Kyran is not really looking for a relationship and Dale has been burnt by her best friend and her ex so she is game for the sexual relationship Kyran wants without labels. Things get complicated for the two when feelings get involved and family secrets are revealed that complicate the couples relationship.
“I have f*cked you. Numerous times, in fact. We will continue to do so because, seriously, Dale, it’s amazing....Now, get on the floor. I need to feel you wrapped around my d*ck. Now.”
I did enjoy this story and I loved the ending. I'm interested to see if M.A. Stacie will give us Taylor's story next, there is something about the troubled bad boys that need fixed that I love!
*Review by Brandi
M. A. Stacie is never without a book or her eReader. A voracious reader, with a love of sexy, yet angst ridden novels, she adores getting lost in new worlds. Her need to write did not grip her until after her second son was born, when her previous rambles became fully fledged stories.
She describes herself as one huge contradiction, and though not the most conventional of hobbies, she counts getting new tattoos as one of hers. Along with knitting, listening to loud music, and playing the Wii with her children. M. A. Stacie lives in the UK with her husband and three sons.