Caged by Shay Savage
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This is not made for TV. This is the raw, brutal underground of no-holds-barred combat. Inside the cage there is nothing but me and the pain I inflict on those who dare enter. In the cage, I never have to worry about anyone but myself. Yet, when she began standing outside of the cage, everything changed. I was no longer fighting for the money or the glory – I was fighting for her.
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“Are you just stupid?” I probably would have gone on, but she wrapped her arms around herself and glared up at me.
“Stop yelling at me!” she screamed. She turned away, but I saw her reach up with the back of her hand to swoop underneath her eyes.
Shit.
I turned slightly away from her and practically bit down on my tongue to keep myself from saying anything else. I brought my fisted hands up against my stomach and tried to pull the tension inside of myself, work through it, and calm down. I could hear her crying combined with choked breaths and sniffles.
“Fuck,” I mumbled under my breath. I was starting to come off the fighting high I had been on—the tears might have helped with that—and my stomach felt tight.
After three long, deep breaths, I looked back to the girl on the ground and saw her frantically rubbing at her eyes and cheeks. She didn’t look at me as she reached out and pulled her mostly empty bag close to her. She looked inside and then looked around her at all her things on the ground.
“Sorry,” I mumbled. I wasn’t all that great at apologies, and I figured now wasn’t going to be much different. I’d obviously upset her with all my shitty comments, though. “I didn’t mean to…I just…”
I stopped talking. I didn’t know what to say, and I felt bad about yelling at her. She looked at me all red-eyed with tears staining her cheeks.
“Just don’t do that shit anymore.” I let out a big sigh.
She nodded once and then reached out to grab something off the ground near her and shoved it back into the bag. From the amount of stuff scattered all over the street, my estimate on the size of the so-called purse wasn’t too far off. There was an umbrella, a little flashlight, a bunch of tubes and bottles, and at least a half dozen pens. As I looked around some more, I saw a small notebook, a paperback book, keys, a bottle of hand lotion that was nowhere near travel sized, a stack of tissues wrapped up in a Ziploc bag, two sets of earbuds, and a checkbook. There was also a whole pile of ponytail holders, bobby pins, and those little hair-holder-things that looked like teeth.
There was shit from her bag from one side of the fucking street to the other.
She started crawling around, gathering it all up, and cramming it back inside, which gave me a fabulous view of her ass in the short-shorts style waitress uniform the place up the street usually demanded. I could kind of see how she might have thought she could use the bag as a weapon—there had been more stuff in there than really should have been able to fit. I looked around on the ground to see if there was an actual kitchen sink, or at least part of one, but I didn’t see anything metal. There was something that looked like a small rock, though.
“How do you even carry that thing around?” I asked.
“What?”
“That…that purse-bag-thingy there,” I said, pointing and shaking my finger at it. I wouldn’t have admitted it, but the whole idea of the thing scared me, and I wasn’t sure why. I felt like if I got too close to it I might get sucked in, never to be seen again. “It’s insane.”
Her eyes became little slits as she looked up to me.
“There is nothing wrong with my purse!” she growled.
“It’s huge,” I said.
“It has everything I need in it.”
“It has everything you and ten of your friends could need for a week,” I replied with a laugh. “I know there are people who carry Chihuahuas in their purse, but you could fit a Dane in there.”
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If you don't know me, I'm a sucker for a good fighter romance. There is just something about a strong yet sensitive fighter. That being said, the cover and the title immediately had me wanting more.
Liam Teague... One dirty talking sexy as all hell fighter. I loved this man from the very beginning. He wasn't some high class, stuck on himself wanna be. He seemed real to me. His daily struggles were something I could believe. But man.....that dirty mouth....
'I wanted to bend her over the table right then and there. I wanted to take her on the kitchen floor. I wanted to take her on the counter. I wanted to pull her back into the bed and show her just what I could do to her. I wanted my c*ck in her so bad, I could hardly see straight.'
The early on relationship between Teague and Tria was a different one. The whole big brother vibe was a little off putting. I, for one, NEVER got that impression. Just two people trying to convince themselves there was nothing there. The sexual tension alone drove me insane!
'Since I wasn't actively seeking any of the female kind, he had to settle for my hand. He complained a bit – I have a stubborn, moody c*ck – but once he figured that was all he was going to get, he sprang to life.'
The story was there and then it just took a wild turn. I was all into the story and then within a matter of one page I was saying WTF??
I was there. I felt the emotion and the attachment to these characters. the story line just went too out of control. The places it was headed was not somewhere I wanted it to go. I love this author and definitely plan on reading more in the future.
3 ½ Stars ~ Review by Stacey
When I first saw that this was a Fighter book I got excited. This is my favorite genre in romance so I couldn't wait to get started.
Reading it in Liam’s POV.... not strange but the whole book is from just him. I have read several books from just one POV but it is usually the girl not the guy. I was caught off guard but I kept reading.
At about 60% of the book it was hard for me to keep going but I trucked on to see if I got into it more. I liked how the relationship between Tria and Liam started and progressed through. They both have horrible past and they were afraid to move on incase they messed up. I get that but it was really slow moving and I tended to get bored fast. Once it finally happened I was excited! We are finally going to get somewhere here! Then a HUGE twist was played in and I was wondering what the hell is going on. I kept on reading and it got weirder and weirder. I couldn’t grasp what was really happening or why.
It had potential in the beginning of the book but once I got to the last three or four chapters I knew this book wasn’t for me. Is it a book for you? Possibly. Is it for me? No. The book ended in a cliffy so be warned for that. I would recommend the book to people who like a twist in a book that you will not see coming but it was just too much for me.
3 ½ Stars ~ Review by Jordan
AUTHOR BIO
Shay Savage lives in Cincinnati, Ohio with her family and a variety of household pets. She is an accomplished public speaker, and holds the rank of Distinguished Toastmaster from Toastmasters International. When not writing, she enjoys science fiction movies, masquerading as a zombie, is a HUGE Star Wars fan, and member of the 501st Legion of Stormtroopers. When the geek fun runs out, she also loves soccer in any and all forms - especially the Columbus Crew, Arsenal and Bayern Munich - and anxiously awaits the 2014 World Cup. Savage holds a degree in psychology, and she brings a lot of that knowledge into the characters within her stories.
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