Tuesday, March 17, 2015

FOURTH AND LONG WILL OWN YOUR HEART!









YAY! IT'S RELEASE DAY FOR MICHELE MICHAEL RAKES AND HER NOVEL FOURTH AND LONG, SEQUEL TO SAVING KANE! I HAVE BEEN ITCHING TO SHARE THIS ONE WITH YOU FOREVER! JOIN ME FOR MY REVIEW, A SHORT EXCERPT, BUY LINK, AND AUTHOR BIO, WE EVEN HAVE A COMMENT TO WIN GIVEAWAY! LET'S GET STARTED:





OH HELL YES, HOW THIS FITS THIS BOOK!! HERE IS MY REVIEW:


                                      Fourth and Long by Michele Michael Rakes
                                                                    reviewed by: Becky



Irus Beaumont, cornerback for the Highlanders, has an issue with his nemesis: wideout for the Pirates, Jackson McCoy. Partly jealous over Jackson’s skill and ability to scrub coverage, Irus also struggles against an unbearable attraction to the receiver. Firmly ensconced in the closet, Irus also has a no football player rule, leaving his desires for Jackson unfulfilled. Anti-gay sentiment in the league keeps Irus closeted, even though he’d rather be out and proud.

When Jackson McCoy suffers a gay bashing at the hands of his team mates after winning the national championship, he finds himself traded to the Highlanders. Spring training brings out Jackson’s competitive nature, eliciting the aggression of his new team’s cornerback, Irus Beaumont.
In practice, Irus hurts Jackson badly. The injury places Jackson on the reserve roster. Jacks has plenty of time to contemplate his life, career, and his attraction to the sexy cornerback. Off to Orlando for the best rehab, Jackson can’t stop thinking about Irus, or what the season holds for his team.

Guilt inspires Irus to spend every evening on phone with Jackson encouraging him to heal. A friendship forms. Desire infuses their training. Trust creates a bond stronger than team mates or lovers.





I am so glad I finally get to bring this book to you, I have been itching to do so ever since I first read it! This is the kind of book that once you read it, you won't forget it! It touches a place inside you that makes you want to re-read it really soon, but you also know that you will be just as moved the second time as the first!

Jackson McCoy (Jacks) is going to make you fall in love with his damaged soul right when you meet him so just don't fight it, resistance is futile! You will hurt with Jacks, hurt for Jacks, and eventually you will rejoice at the journey he takes for the better in this book! 

Irus Beaumont has always been attracted to Jackson McCoy, and when they end up on the same team, after Jacks gets hurt, these two men discover that there could be more to their relationship than guilt and even friendship! These men are going to take a journey together, there will be highs as well as crushing lows, but Jacks learns that whatever he goes through, he is no longer alone!

I was thrilled to see Kane, Garrett and Aunt Beulah, it was like connecting to old friends, and we get to meet new heart tugging characters in this one also! Don't pass this one by, it is not only a story of two incredible athletes connecting on every level, it is a story of a passionate man finding who he is, and finding himself able to let go of demons that continued to haunt him! Thank you Mikey, for once again giving us a piece of your heart and soul within the pages of a book!


                                                          the 5 raccoon rating :)


AWWW. I KNOW; CUTE RIGHT? HAD TO DO THESE LITTLE GUYS! YOU GOTTA GRAB THIS BOOK, HERE ARE THE LINKS (Loose ID is the only link that I have now, but will add amazon as soon as the book goes live):


HERE IS AN EXCERPT FOR YOU!

“You do realize we’re on the same team, Iris?” I ask, the snark bleeding through like the bruise beneath my skin.
“Fuck you, Golden Boy. I’ve had enough of your shit.”
Irus tackles me from across the locker room. Man, the second hit of the day where this asshole takes me off my feet and three yards back, I swear. I’m ready for him this time, taking him to the ground, rolling over him, all knees and elbows. Irus grunts, swearing in guttural spurts as we wrestle.
This guy is really trying to hurt me. A lot of anger must’ve built up since postseason. Or is this something different? Beaumont’s anger hasn’t lessened. If anything, it’s gotten worse. You think he’d be over it by now. I was faster. I still am. Today I beat him off the line consistently, pissing him off.
“When your emotions are in control on the field,” I said, “then you’re out of control, man.”
Something I learned the hard way my rookie season. I tried to tell Beaumont. He refused my sage advice.
Damn. Once again, I find myself in a ground and pound situation in a locker room. To think that I thought of this place as utopian. Beaumont’s the only one with a problem, though. I’ve got to figure out how to solve this dilemma.
His knee smacks my inner thigh. Another bruise, I’m sure. I wonder if sex with him would leave as many bruises. “Ow. Too close to the fucking jewels, man!” I holler.
“Fuck you.” He grunts.
“So literate,” I whisper in his ear as I wrap my legs around him, trying to gain an advantage in leverage. My thighs squeeze him against me, pulling him inside the arc of any punch he might throw, taking him off balance.
Irus redoubles his efforts and I have difficulty holding him. There’s real rage in his eyes. His dark skin is slick, sweaty from practice, and he smells of grass and dirt. A heady mix. I feel him swelling. His dick grows hard as aggression morphs into arousal. My body contemplates the urge to grind against him, so curious to find out what an angry fuck from Irus Beaumont would feel like, but my mind resists. Self-preservation holds my lust in check. Football players are my weakness. Especially the aggressive ones.
The guys pull him off. He’s only in his jock, thick and barely contained, nappy curls sweet-talking their way up his black skin. A gleaming head of circumcised cock pokes from his waistband, so dark against the white fabric. My heart stutters. Jesus, I know I’m weak, but damn it.
I jump up, throwing my arms around him, covering his body so no one sees his hard-on. I bury my hand in his tangle of dreads, holding him still. A fist hits my thigh. Heavy panting fills my ear. I’ve a wild animal in my grasp, and I pray no one is savvy to what’s going on between us right now. Or what’s crushed between us.
“It’s all good,” I say to Eldridge. “We got this, man. Just gotta work shit out. Leave us alone.”
Some of the guys move away, knowing how it is when two dudes are battling through some shit, stuff spilling over from the field. Eldridge watches from not far away. He’s ready to step in if he needs to. More for Beaumont’s sake than mine, I suspect.
Up in his ear, I whisper, “You owe me, man.”
“Fuck you,” he pants. His jaw clenches. The short curls along his jawline glisten with sweat. God, I want to lick it off. I let go but don’t move an inch. His breathing slows with each breath. There’s still hate in his eyes. “It’s all your fault.”

MAN OH MAN I CAN'T WAIT FOR YOU GUYS TO READ THIS ONE! HERE IS A BIO ON MICHELE MICHAEL RAKES AND LINKS TO GET IN TOUCH:

By day, I assist doctors performing surgery. From tonsils to testicles, I maintain the sterile field, pass the instruments, and retract the necessary body parts..
As an author, I write erotic romances, mostly of the m/m variety. From thrillers to bdsm, to straight up gay love, and sometimes m/f romance.







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