Happy February, everyone! Anyone suffering from “snow shoveler’s palm”? I sure am. Since the blizzard last week, I’ve had to do my free-weights workouts wearing cycling gloves, to placate my blisters. [shakes fist at New England winter] [winces from the pain of forming a fist]
Perhaps I should have taken a leaf out of my own March Blaze, and wrapped my hands before all that arduous shoveling. Aw yiss, check that sexeh cover! Making Him Sweat is officially out on Tuesday (though you lucky ducks with Blaze subscriptions will have already had it for a week or more!) so I’d be remiss not to tell you a bit about the story. It’s set in Boston, as are the books that’ll follow in the series (Taking Him Down, an August Blaze, and Driving Her Wild, November) in a disreputable boxing and mixed martial arts gym in Chinatown. I love writing struggling, working-class heroes, and fighters in particular, so these have been great fun for me.
In Making Him Sweat, the heroine, Jenna, has just inherited her estranged father’s shady, unprofitable boxing gym, and arrives in Boston with plans to open an upscale, old-school matchmaking franchise in the same building. She butts heads (and other more exciting body parts) with the gym’s general manager, Mercer, a former amateur boxer turned trainer, who’s determined to convince her to give the gym a chance to bounce back, before she has to put it out of its fiscal misery. Pragmatic townie commitmentphobe meets West-Coast incurable romantic.
If you decide to check it out, thank you—I hope you enjoy! Plus, it’s set in August and September, and I for one wouldn’t mind playing tourist in late summer right about now. [eyes snow currently falling past the windows]