I survive on avoidance. Physical pain to avoid the mental. Disposable flesh to avoid relationships. Work to avoid attachment.My club became my empire of avoidance. Inside the ring millions are won and lost. The fight is confined to breaths, actions and reactions, fists and pain. Rules don’t exist. Only my opponent exists.
I’d been avoiding my needs for far too long when Remi stumbles into the Inferno and I’m hungry. The promise of a submissive with no attachment is far too tempting. I can’t resist him.
He was only supposed to be a distraction, but I know I’ll never get over him. There isn’t a chance in this clouded hell.
JR Grey writes an amazing story about two men, each with their own troubled past. Trying to find happiness, they struggle with trying to make themselves happy while pleasing everyone else. Does it work? Well… Dante and Remi have a lot to learn before they can find happiness but each step in the process brings another challenge or lesson for them. This is where the story gets really good. Just when you think they have figured it out, another twist and turn around the corner and bam, they are back to the drawing board. Emotional roller coaster one would say.
I love how JR Grey writes. The reader is always surprised and left to wonder what’s next even if you think it’s going to go one way. I came to love Remi and Dante, felt sorry for them, care about them and wanted to smack the heck out of Dante sometimes. Even the minor characters in the story are important to the ending. Liv and Josh play an important role in the outcome of the puzzle the author created.
JR Grey has written another fabulous book with amazing scenes between the characters in the playroom. The passion between the characters is obvious and can be felt through the book, as if the reader was in the room with them. Amazing scenes. I can’t wait for another book by this author. What a talent!
I squeezed my shaft, digging my nails into the sensitive skin. I had to bite back a hiss of pain. Kai could easily walk out and see me. The rooms in the shop were three-quarter walls to divide the space with wide open doorways. Maybe I wanted to be caught. I kicked my feet out, watching a bead of sweat drip down Dante’s neck. When he threw a punch his muscles tightened, and it took me back to him swinging his belt. The sound of his fist hitting flesh was close, so close, to the way the leather sounded against mine.
I shouldn’t be imagining him touching me, but it was impossible not to. I wanted his hands on me. I wanted him to mark me with them. I was hit with the sudden realization he’d been acting when he was in the ring with me. He hadn’t even gone at half speed. He was a monster when he fought. It took every ounce of self-control I had to keep from getting up and into my Jeep to drive to the airport.
When not staying up all night writing, J.R. Gray can be found at the gym where it’s half assumed he is a permanent resident to fulfill his self-inflicted masochism. A dominant and a pilot, Gray finds it hard to be in the passenger seat of any car. He frequently interrupts real life, including normal sleep patterns and conversations, to jot down notes or plot bunnies. Commas are the bane of his existence even though it’s been fully acknowledged they are necessary, they continue to baffle and bewilder. If Gray wasn’t writing…well, that’s not possible. The buildup of untold stories would haunt Gray into an early grave, insanity or both. The idea of haunting has always appealed to him. J.R. Gray is genderqueer and prefers he/him pronouns.