Blog Tour - CYRUS (Men of Steel #2) by MJ Fields

~Cyrus~

Truth

I know who I am. I’m Cyrus Steel, son, brother, uncle, friend to people I choose to bring into my life.

Truth

I could fuck up anyone I want.

Truth

I know the devastation I can and have caused.

Truth

I can’t change the past, but I have chosen how to live now.

Truth

I like to fuck, and I will do a chick better than she’s ever been done. Hard and wild. No more than three hook ups. No expectations, no one gets hurt. As long as she agrees …it’s on.

One of my favorite tattoo’s bridges the V, and it says Truth.

A constant reminder of who I was and who I am now.



~Tara~

I wasn’t sure I knew how or even if I should tell him there was no one who loved me. Tony was the last person to say those words to me and he hadn’t meant it. He just wanted to use me.

That’s what this beautiful man underneath me, showed me today. He hadn’t used me, he didn’t even know me. But he thought I was beautiful, and he was nice to me. Tony was wrong about him, and even though I never want to see him again, I wish I could tell him just how wrong he was.



Can truth be altered? Can truth be seen when walls are built for protection, for self preservation? Will self doubt and years of pain cloud two hearts from finding their truth?

CYRUS

(Men Of Steel #2)

by M. J. Fields

ARC Review

Published: October 23, 2013

My rating: 4 of 5 ⭐️

When Cyrus Steel spots the demure little dancer from the club the other night, he has no idea that acting on his protective instincts would bring about such a momentous change in his life. He liked to play things easy, no commitments, never more than three nights with the same woman and no feelings involved, ever. So why he felt compelled to stick his nose in the little bird's business he had no clue, but his mother had taught him and his brothers well and he wouldn't stand by and watch a woman be mistreated. 

Having a history of being shuffled around, the only person who ever offered Tara more than a passing interest was Tony. His declarations of love were like balm to her dried up soul, and she knew no better than to take everything that came with it. That is, until Cyrus showed up and offered her something she had never known before. Protection, kindness and friendship.....all without any expectations. Something so alien to her, it took her some time to learn to trust it. 

Cyrus and Tara struggle to maintain a relationship based solely on friendship, and with the attraction between them so strong it is inevitable that lines are crossed. But will they stick to the three strikes, you're out rule??

****

Oh my!! 

I have to admit, when I first started reading, despite the fact that I had just finished the previous book, I was confused and not sure at all if I was going to like this story at all!! Cyrus seemed to me to be a manwhore of the highest order and the banter between him and his brothers asinine and completely immature. 

However, as the story progressed and I got a bit of a glimpse at his counterpart, Birdie....or rather Tara, the context of the story started becoming a bit more intriguing. Not in the least because of the dire contrast between the two protagonists. 

Cyrus, the consummate ladies' man, who had a steadfast three strikes-you're out rule and appeared to be a hard-assed user, while at the same time emotionally unchallenged and relatively pure. On the opposite end we have Tara, whose survival needs forced her into a situation beyond her control or full scope of understanding and belies her true innocence, but who deals with an emotional minefield of traumatic experiences that have made her a compliant victim.

The story becomes quite heart-breaking when it is discovered how truly damaged Tara really is and the lengths at which Cyrus tries to accommodate her, in helpin to beat down her demons. He himself, in all his world-wise swagger, becomes quite helpless against all of Tara's open-eyed innocence and despite all his vast will-power succumbs to her draw.

The style of writing is crass and often bordering on over the top, however, in this case it seems to only underscore the contrast between the crude and brute reality of Cyrus, versus the timid, and diminutive presence of "Birdie". Unlikely as it may seem, the sexual chemistry between the two of them is unbelievably hot and overall the story rates high erotically.

This book definitely delivers more depth than first glance may indicate......worth the read, for sure!!!

✨Cocky & carnal meets innocent & fragile.✨

**ARC provided in return for an honest review.**

Hungry --I was so fucking hungry for her sweet milk I dragged her to the bottom of the bed and threw her knees over my shoulders. She sat up and grabbed my hair, pushing her hot wet snatch harder against my face.

She was shaking all over which was kind of hot. Not this time, this shit was mine. I wrapped my arms around her legs supporting that little peach of an ass, and stood. She held on tight as I pushed her back against the wall and fucked her with my tongue and sucked her little nub until she screamed and dug into my back. Her body trembled as I continued and she began to plead for mercy. I slid that hot drenched little cunt down my face rubbing my stubble against her thighs and slowly down to the floor.

“Oh my God,” she panted.

“Birdie that was just a taste,” and I’d never tasted anything so fucking sweet in my life.

I pulled my shirt off, and her eyes looked over me. For a moment I’d forgotten she’d never seen me shirtless. Hell yeah, my body was hard but she was checking out the art. Her little fingers traced the piece on my rib and she looked up at me, “It hurts.”

I couldn’t think or speak or have any desire to explain just how bad, not now, not ever.

“A little, but you wanna know what will make it feel all better?”  I picked her little ass up and laid her down and shed my pants.

Her eyes widened when she caught a glimpse of my hard cock, yeah that’s right, fucking hung. And hell no that’s not arrogance--- that’s truth. Just like it said across the V. She fingered that as well tracing the letters in awe and wonder.

“Birdie, you gonna play with my ink, or give me a little somethin’?”

A smile crept across her face as she looked up at me. I wasn’t use to this shit, this curiosity and when they say it kills the cat they’re fucking wrong, it kills the cock.

“It’s real big,” she grabbed right under the head and I groaned as the electricity of her touch pulsed throughout me.

“You wanna say hello?”

“I wanna kiss it.”

“If you’re waiting for permission, you’ve already got it, do with it what you want.”

She was killing me with the little pecks up and then back down my shaft. She looked up at me and her tongue darted out and licked from my balls to just beneath my head and then back down. I was no bitch but I am pretty fucking sure I was going to cry if she didn’t suck my tip.

She looked up at me again and smiled, “You taste good.”

And now I was gonna blow it all over her face, one more word and I was a fucking goner.

“Suck my cock Birdie,” and she did.

Her tongue circled around the tip and I knelt on the bed in front of her. Those green eyes never left mine she watched me as she went up and down my length slowly then fast and then slow again. When she sucked hollowing her cheeks and moaned on the way up I pulled back because I wasn’t about to blow my wad yet. I wanted in.

I pushed her back and sucked on her left titty and I worked it as I rubbed her drenched little pussy. She pushed against my hand slowly and I eased a finger inside her tight little twat. I was gonna have to work at this, fuck she was tight. I shoved another finger in and she cried out, “Yes.”

And her hips began to meet my hand, “Kiss me, please kiss me.”

“Fuck yeah,” I started at her tits and made my way slowly up her collar bone. And across her jaw as my fingers continued working her hard. She was softening, stretching and soaking my fucking hand. I couldn’t wait for her to put a choke hold around my cock.

She turned her head towards me and nudged my face with her nose I looked up and she grabbed my lip with her teeth. I opened and her tongue rubbed my lips, hot and sweet. I pulled back and wrapped mine around hers slowly licking her lips and then tasting her. Damn, damn, damn. She tasted as sweet here. I was licking inside her mouth: tasting her as she tasted me.

When she reached down and stroked me, asking for me, I almost wasn’t ready. Kissing her was hot as hell and I didn’t want to stop. I rolled over taking her with me, on top of me. I held one hand behind her head as I continued tasting her and I fumbled in the nightstand for a condom. I put it in without breaking the seal of our lips.

I rolled back over careful not to crush her and reluctantly pulled my mouth from hers. I wanted to hear her screaming my name when I crashed into her. Holding my body above her I rubbed my cock against the warmth of her opening and pushed slowly. I had to work real hard. But as hard as I was working to get inside her, she was working her little hips, too. Her eyes were sealed tight and her lip was between her teeth.

I bent down and kissed her, rolling my hips as I stretched her. Her hands held tight to the sides of my head as she whimpered against my mouth. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could take it before I just nailed her. She winced a bit and I pulled back but not too far-- I was sure as hell not going to retreat now. I reached between us and felt that little ball of nerves and slowly, lightly rubbed it. She pushed against me and I swear to God I was bottoming out but when she thrust again it was so fucking hot. She moaned and whispered in my ear, “Roll over.”

I wasn’t much of a bottom guy but seeing her little ass perched on me was something I couldn’t resist.

I am a very new self published writer. I will tell you I have always had a very vivid imagination. Starting at age 3 (as it states in my Baby Book).


Sigma was my very first love (imaginary boyfriend). He lived about fifteen miles from my childhood home, (a farm). I took him chicken noodle soup every night on one of our families snowmobiles, (Summer, Fall, Winter, and Spring). Apparently he was very ill and "Thank God" I was able to take care of him.


Next was my very first self publishing gig. At eight my cousins and I (and yes I was the president) wrote a newsletter and sold it to our family members.


Years later I decided to put it back into print to entertain my cousin as she was on an aircraft carrier on 9/11 (Kick ass cousin BTW) and very far away from home during a very scary time for our country, (protecting our butts).


Fast forward to 2012. I read 50 shades and thought, I can do that, (meaning writing). I have two complete series The Love Series, and Wrapped. I have two new series Burning Souls and Men of Steel. Ten books in 13 months. CrAzY and wonderful.


I love love! ( I would love to reference Pinks new song here, however I am not sure if that would cause copyright issues.)I also tend to enjoy watching people grow and change with self realization and moments of clarity that just sneak up behind you and smack you in the head. I love people and have always been able to see both sides of a story. Each person that comes into our life leaves us with something it is what we choose to do with it that helps us grow.


I live in central New York in the middle of nowhere and am surrounded by family and friend most the time. I run a small business out of my home and spend time reading and doing the typical Mommy things. Our house is full of pets and friends and noise ninety percent of the time, and I would have it no other way.

I love people,music, laughter, hugs, and books.

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