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She's hitting below the belt
In this corner is admittedly romantic Jenna Wilinski, who's inherited a rather seedy boxing gym from her estranged father. With it, she can realize her dream of launching an upscale matchmaking business provided she can take on the very intimidating—and wickedly ...
She's hitting below the belt
In this corner is admittedly romantic Jenna Wilinski, who's inherited a rather seedy boxing gym from her estranged father. With it, she can realize her dream of launching an upscale matchmaking business provided she can take on the very intimidating—and wickedly hot—boxer who stands in her way!
In the far corner is former pro boxer Mercer Rowley. He's the only one who can protect his "home"—even if it is a little run-down—from his determined and feisty little opponent. But man, once the gloves come off, his hands just want to touch her everywhere
This matchup is too close to call. But no matter which contender comes out on top, the other is sure to enjoy every minute of it .
Jenna's heels clicked against the asphalt as she crossed the street. Though they'd proven adorable enough to earn compliments from three different strangers on the ten-minute walk, she'd have to rethink this shoe choice in the future. Boston was made for flats, with its warped old brick sidewalks. Made for flats and for doctors who specialized in ankle injuries.
She survived a final block to reach her destination, a building she'd seen only in photos until this moment. Five stories, a former hosiery factory long since divided and repurposed. She paused to picture a new sign above the entryway, but a river of speed-walkers engulfed her, their brusqueness making it known that 9:00 a.m. downtown was not the time and place for daydreaming.
Leaving the August sunshine behind, she stepped into a cool, wide front corridor, with a worn but handsome hardwood floor and brick walls. She smiled, clutching her purse with cautious hope. With a bit of polishing and some nice light fixtures and greenery, this place could be very stylish indeed.
To her right stood a display case of boxing equipment, its glass overdue for some Windex. Gloves and shorts, headgear, mouth guards, supplement bottles—the accessories of her inheritance, surreal as that felt. She eagerly erased the image on her mental sketchpad and filled in the blanks, adding a couch and a couple of easy chairs, a shiny coffee table covered in magazines. Hopeful, excited people chatting as they waited. Waited for Jenna to make their romantic dreams come true.
In a few months' time, this would be the home of the Boston branch of Spark, New England's fastest growing matchmaking company—and Jenna its newest franchise owner. Spark was very old-school, unlike the online services, and that suited Jenna just fine. The web was great for impulsive commitments—such as shoes you'd never tried on—but one's love life was not a thing to march into blind. Finding Mr. or Miss Right could be mystifying, and as a future matchmaker she was excited to help shine some light through the fog.
At the end of the foyer was a wide stairway leading down to what a banner on the wall proclaimed Wilinski's Fight Academy—the less savory half of Jenna's real estate inheritance. At the sight, she dropped back to earth from the clouds. The front doors opened behind her, and she tensed as a stocky man toting a gym bag brushed past and disappeared down the far steps. The misgivings she'd been flirting with for the past couple months flared, setting her body buzzing.
To her left was an office fronted with tall windows, welcoming if not private. Beyond the glass a man sat at a desk, typing on a laptop. If this was who she thought it was, he'd be expecting her. But not the news she had to share.
She took a final, calming breath and approached the open door, studying her adversary before announcing her arrival.
The man looked about thirty, with short brown hair. His thick arms and the formidable build beneath his T-shirt told her he was no stranger to the gym's recreational punishment. His physique made her heart race. In another context it would've been a guilty, pleasurable excitement, but this thumping at her pulse points was pure nerves. A strong, capable body might be an asset for a lover—if you were into that kind of thing, which Jenna most certainly was not—but intimidating from an opponent. And this man was likely to prove himself the latter, once she spelled matters out for him.
She straightened the sweep of her bangs, the hem of her skirt, the set of her shoulders. Abandoning her silly, daydreaming self at the threshold, she knocked on the doorframe.
The man looked up and she saw him scan her in a breath before rising. He had a stern, pensive expression, but she thought she caught a widening of his eyes.
She stepped inside. "Yes. Are you Mercer Rowley?"
"I am. Nice to finally meet you." He came around the desk to shake her hand in his rasped one, the gesture gruff and un-giving, just as she'd expected. No doubt his personality would prove identical.
Still, he was younger than she'd imagined. She'd assumed her father would have left some late middle-aged casualty of the sport at the helm, someone like himself. Well, someone like the character Jenna's mother and the internet had painted for her in broad, unflattering strokes.
Mercer wheeled an ancient office chair from the corner for Jenna, and took a seat on the edge of the desk. He studied her as she got settled.
"Yes?" she prompted.
"Wow. Jenna Wilinski. You've got your dad's eyes." He said it slowly, a softness overtaking his voice and face. His gaze moved all over her body. Not ogling, but assessing.
Two could play that game.
Her brain clicked into pro-mode, making an inventory the way the matchmaking seminar she'd completed the previous month had taught her to.
Mercer had a boxer's nose if she'd ever seen one, broken who-knew-how-many times, and homely ears to match. One scarred eyebrow not as tidily angled as the other. Fearless.
Deep, steady breaths—calm under pressure. Perhaps a comforting presence for an anxious woman, or a foil to a chaotic one. He'd chosen a competitive, physical vocation, appealing to a passionate, ambitious type, should he somehow end up in Jenna's singles database. Though as a selling point, "local color" probably should not equal black-and-blue.
"So," she said. "My father left you in charge."
Mercer nodded. "I've been training here since I was fifteen, under your dad. Then I started working with the younger guys about three years ago, and managing some aspects of the business. Your dad was grooming me for it the last year or so. Since his final hospitalization."
Her stomach soured at the realization this stranger had known her father infinitely better than she had. That they'd shared a sport, a working-class accent, some brutal male appetite. That he'd known her father was dying, when she hadn't been informed he'd had so much as a cold. The man from a handful of old photos, holding her as a baby, carrying her on his massive shoulders when she was a tiny kid. The man from old news headlines, convicted of drug-running and money laundering fifteen years earlier, out of this very building. The sentence had been overturned during an appeal, due to insufficient evidence, but as far as nearly everyone was concerned, Monty Wilinski had been guilty.
"Well, welcome to your inheritance," Mercer said. "Do you have any interest in fighting? In overseeing the gym, I mean."
"No, none at all."
His smile was mild, but warm. She suspected he could have been quite good-looking, if he'd chosen vanity over violence. Striking was how she'd package him to a potential date. A dangerous, inadvisable breed of sexy, the kind that didn't let a woman ever truly relax. His unwavering gaze made her feel all squirmy and naked. She clutched her purse strap to still her hands.
"Yeah, your dad didn't expect you'd be interested," Mercer said. "Though it was nice of you to come all the way to Boston and see what you've signed up for. I'm happy to keep running the place. It shouldn't give you too much trouble."
Perhaps not, but this man might She decided to tear off the bandage, no point dancing around the issue. "It was a stipulation of my father's will that I keep the gym open."
"But only through December thirty-first." Her body went strange and cool and calm as the words rushed out.
Mercer's lips parted but he didn't speak for several seconds. "Okay. Right so. And then what happens? You're not thinking of closing it, are you?"
"I don't know." She hated how hard and stuffy she sounded, but this was her first act as a businesswoman and a boss, and she was determined to prove herself an assertive one. Or fake it. "It's quite likely that I might."
Mercer sat up straight, brows drawn into a tight line. "Why would you do that?"
"It hasn't turned a profit in eighteen months."
He slumped. "Well, no. But we're not hemorrhaging money, either. It's just been a rough patch, with your dad being sick, and the economy It'll bounce back. Keep it open and you won't have to think twice about it, aside from getting deposits in your account back in California or signing the random piece of paper—"
"I've moved to Boston, actually. As of this morning."
He blinked, hazel eyes going glassy as he processed the news. "What do you think you'll do if you shut us down? Sell the property? The market's not great—"
"I'm not selling it. If I do decide to close the gym, I'll probably rent the basement to an outside business." She indicated the office they were in. "I'm going to use this floor for a company I plan to open."
"You're going to close an established business to gamble on a new one?"
Jenna steeled herself, an invisible bell clanging to announce the official start of their bout. Her blood warmed and fizzed with adrenaline. Let the debate begin.
"It's not a matter of choosing one business over another. But I've sunk all my savings into a franchise I'm investing in, and I'm not bankrupting myself to keep the gym on life support. The basement rental could bring in close to ten grand a month. Can the gym do that?"
His face fell. "It's never made that much."
She'd seen the past decade's bank statements—she knew it didn't. Even in good years, the profit it turned was a modest one. The gym was only still in business because her father had owned the space outright, and because he'd loved the place too much to put it out of its misery, even after the scandal had gutted its membership and scared away all its former sponsors. Without doubt, he'd loved it more than his family. Jenna and her mom could have used that money in the early days, back when they'd essentially been homeless, moving every six months, crashing with one set of relatives after another.
"Unless something seriously changes, the gym's a charity I can't afford to support."
"It's your inheritance."
"The property's my inheritance. My dad's will made that clear, and I'm happy to conform to his instructions and keep it open until the New Year. It's the least I can do, considering he left me a nice little slice of Downtown Crossing."
Mercer's eyes narrowed, wrecking his poker face. A humorless smirk quirked his lips. "Unless you want to load this building onto a truck and move it a block north, you're in Chinatown."
Fine, it wasn't Summer Street, but it had a downtown zip code, and was rent-free. Jenna didn't stand a chance of topping this windfall ever again in her life, short of winning the lottery.
Two men in sweat-streaked shirts sauntered past the office windows, glancing in and making Jenna feel distinctly as though she'd been locked in one of those submersible shark-observation cages.
"You can't close this place." If Mercer was panicking, he hid it well. Jenna's own heart was thumping hard. She dreaded confrontation, but Mercer looked like six feet of unflappable muscle wrapped in a white T-shirt. Why did that make her feel so damn edgy?
"It was your dad's whole life, this gym."
Yes, indeed it was. "As much as this place might mean to you, it's my choice. And I haven't made my decision yet. I'm not allowed to until the end of the year, and you're welcome to try to change my mind," she added as a consolation. Jenna thought that time would be far better spent looking for greener pastures. "But this place has been in the red the past year and a half. And it's got enough savings to stagger on for another, what? Maybe two years, at this rate, before that account's bled dry?"
Mercer's jaw clenched. "And I can tell you all the reasons why we're in the red, and all the things that can be done to change that."
"I'm sure you can." And she was sure there'd be some ugly debates in her future over whether she'd be financing any improvements Mercer might have in mind. The gym needed full-on head-to-toe plastic surgery, but its budget would barely cover a concealer stick. Any money she agreed to sink into these changes would surely be too little, far too late. He hadn't bothered suggesting she sell the gym itself. He knew as well as she did—as even the most foolish investor would—it was a lost cause.
He rubbed his face. "What do you want the ground floor for, anyhow? Why not rent that out?"
She felt her cheeks color, embarrassed to admit such a girlie endeavor to this no-nonsense man. "I'm opening a matchmaking business."
"Wait. Like fight promotions?"
"No. You know, matchmaking. Arranging dates between compatible people?"
Mercer's eyebrow rose, the one not hampered by scar tissue.
"Legitimate, romantic dates," she elaborated, in case he was imagining something more akin to an escort service.
"Hasn't that gone extinct? Don't all those desperate people just go online these days?"
"Not everyone. Some people don't want to shop for a relationship the way they might for car insurance or " She trailed off, knowing her own feelings on the matter must be showing. "Anyhow, it'll cater to busy professionals, people who want a personalized, more traditional approach to dating. And it's not desperate at all. It's very practical."
"And you'll be using the office for that?"
"I will. So during the time the gym stays open, I'll need to move the display cases and everything in here downstairs."
Mercer's gaze swiveled to the ceiling, nearly an eye-roll. "Of course you will."
"Don't look so annoyed. I'm being put out, too, you know, consulting with potential clients with bruised, sweaty men staggering past the windows." She jerked her head toward the entryway, just as another such specimen went by.
"Some women might like that."
Jenna shot him a skeptical look.
"When's all this going down? Your evil plans and this new business?"
"My evil plans? I'm not the bad guy here. I know what this place is about. I've read the articles." She eyed the desk, wondering if that was where her father had sat, funneling drug money through the gym's accounts.
"That was more than a decade ago. And it was a handful of assholes who did that, not your dad. He was acquitted."
Not before he was convicted, and just after a whole bunch of evidence was very conveniently mishandled.
Mercer leaned to the side, bracing a palm on the desk. It was unnerving, being in this room with this man, sitting feet apart in the same space, at complete and utter odds. There was tension crackling between them, hot and sharp, an electrical current. She wondered if this was what stepping into a boxing ring felt like, conflict as visceral as lust.
Round two, she thought. He'd come out slow, scouting for her weak spots, maybe; now he'd surely start swinging. But he surprised her, his tone turning soft and sincere.
"If your dad was guilty of anything all those years ago, it was trusting the wrong people. He put his faith in guys like me, but that time he got burned. Bad."
"Maybe." But likely not.
"He might have been a crappy father and husband, not even much of a businessman, but he wasn't a criminal. Listen. As shady as this place used to be, and still is, in some people's eyes—"
"A lot of people's eyes."
"It meant the world to your dad, and to dozens of us. Jerks like me, but kids, too—teenagers, you know? If the gym weren't here, those guys would take whatever energy they pour into training and redirect it the wrong way. I know 'cause I used to be that kid myself, until my mom made me come here and your old man taught me about discipline and dedication. But it's nothing like it used to be. I'll show you every last corner of it. Every receipt from the past ten years, if you need proof. We've got nothing to hide."
Posted December 19, 2013
Making Him Sweat
I was provided a digital copy of this book by NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.
Sweet love story. Its sweetness was countered by the offputting graphic language during the love scenes.
I'm all for graphic descriptions - I am not afraid of the f-bomb. But the language (not the descriptions, mind you,
which were honestly relatively tame) felt completely out of place when compared to the rest of the story.
I like the detail of Jenna getting to know her father through his letters, and the somewhat realistic detail of both
Jenna and Mercer feeling like they could get over the relationship fairly quickly, just by not acknowledging that
they were serious about each other.
There could have been some more wrap-up at the end, but I'm thinking that perhaps some of those things will
be in the beginning of the next book, to give readers some continuity.
All in all, I enjoyed the book and would read more by this author.
Posted December 17, 2013
Jenna inherited a building from her estranged dad and knew it would be the perfect home for her new business venture. It was currently the home of Willinski's Fight Academy and she would have the fight of her life trying to close it down. She makes a deal with the man currently running the gym; make a profit by the end of December, or she closes it down. She already knows her matchmaking business will be ready to claim the spot.
Mercer not only has the gym to deal with, but now Jenna as well. As they're in a constant tug of war over the gym, each with their own agenda, they become closer and the attraction becomes more intense. The sex is always intense, but they think they can keep it casual, with no strings attached. Ms. Maguire makes you look forward to the sex scenes with your own warm glow, which makes you speed right through them in no time! I love the push and pull relationship between Mercer and Jenna. It's sweet and fun and will keep you smiling from beginning to end. Making Him Sweat is another great read from Meg Maguire and she always has me impatiently waiting, but always looking forward to, each and every new release!
Posted April 15, 2013
ABOUT THE BOOK:
She's hitting below the belt... Round 1
In this corner is admittedly romantic Jenna Wilinski, who's inherited a rather seedy boxing gym from her estranged father. With it, she can realize her dream of launching an upscale matchmaking business...provided she can take on the very intimidating-and wickedly hot-boxer who stands in her way!
In the far corner is former pro boxer Mercer Rowley. He's the only one who can protect his "home"-even if it is a little run down-from his determined and feisty little opponent. But man, once the gloves come off, his hands just want to touch her everywhere...
This matchup is too close to call. But no matter which contender comes out on top, the other is sure to enjoy every minute of it...
You know, this has been on my ‘to-be-read’ list for a few weeks and I’m officially kicking myself for not reading it sooner. Once I picked it up, I was unable to tear away from the pages. It was so full of just the right amount of chemistry, and the perfect dose of drama. I loved how the author wasn’t afraid to hold back, and made the characters seem so real.
The steamy scenes were a pure bonus in this piece as well, and I love how Ms. Maguire crafted the entire piece so perfectly.
If you are looking for a book that is unlike anything else on the market, one that will set the bar for others to follow, make sure you pick this piece up TODAY.
Five out of five stars for a job well done.
Posted March 22, 2013
Making Him Sweat by talented author Meg Maguire was a fun, fast paced romantic comedy endorsing the theory that ‘you cant judge a book by its cover’!
When forlorn, driven Jenna Wilinski, entered her father's domain, Wilinski's Fight Academy, her plan had been to evict the current tenant, and failing business, and create a new thriving business venture. Her disdainful feelings for Wilinksi's stemmed from her biased impression of who she felt her father was. Her jaded view of its occupants was equally condescending and dismissive.
What she wasn't prepared for was her visceral response to the current GM, impressively virile, yet mischievous Mercer Rowley. Her emotional journey through all he would unearth, particularly concerning her father, was intense, yet he also challenged her preconceived ideas on her ideal love.
Despite having spent twenty years hearing about the diversely talented Jenna from her regretful father, his beloved mentor, Mercer was not prepared for the woman now in his path. His predictable, controlled world, his home and his future was about to change; both literally, with the looming loss of the gym, but also emotionally from the growing attraction to beautiful Jenna. She left him confused, threatened and surprisingly captivated.
Could their predicament be held together by love, or would the impending desolation of Wilinski's create irrevocably guaranteed distance?
Making Him Sweat was a well paced, truly enjoyable read, with believable, loveable characters, fused together with humor and some deliciously sizzling moments as well. Yum! Meg Maguire has a beautiful way with words. Her metaphors were elegant and often quietly poignant. She didn’t clutter the story with extraneous words and the honest and witty repartee was credible and refreshingly real. This will not be the last Meg Maguire book I read, and I warmly recommend this book to those who love a delicious romance with just the right touch of tension and angst, and sensual heat as well.
Posted February 24, 2013
~Reviewed by ANN & posted at Under the Covers Book Blog
This is the first book in a series that centres around MMA. You know what that means, right? Hot, sweaty, half naked men. I’m there. ~ Under the Covers
MAKING HIM SWEAT is the first book in a brand new series by Meg Maguire. It’s a series that centres around MMA. You know what that means, right? Hot, sweaty, half naked men. I’m there.
~Reviewed by ANN & posted at Under the Covers Book Blog
Another big reason why I decided to read this book is because of the author. I’m a huge fan of Maguire’s authorial voice. A lot of detail is spent on the everyday goings of life and how a hero and a heroine discover chemistry and passion within each other. A Meg Maguire book also explores the past in slow detail, outlining the events in their lives that have made them who they are today.
Jenna Wilinski is hoping to start her new matchmaking business where her father made a home for his MMA fighters. Mercer Rowley is one of them and the man whom her father trusted with his pride and joy. With Jenna’s plans to take over, there seems to be a little tension in there. But that also includes the sexual kind.
To be honest, Jenna felt a little overshadowed by Mercer. He really stole the show for me. I absolutely adored him! I loved the way he handled Jenna. As someone who is uptight and unsure of her place in her father’s surroundings, Mercer really digs deep and finds the true person beneath. I loved how her father seemed to play a part in bringing them together in a way.
I’m very excited to get my hands on TAKING HIM DOWN, which will be Rich’s story. I can expect only good things from Maguire!
*ARC provided by Netgalley
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