The Viscount’s Boxer

A Regency M/M Romance

De: Allyn Imbrie

Narrado por: Virtual Voice

A viscount with everything to lose. A prizefighter with nothing left to sell but his fists.

Alec Harcourt is meant to be respectable—Parliament, duty, and the marriage his father expects, whether Alec wants it or not.

Then his friends drag him into a riverside boxing pit… and he sees Tom Hale.

Tom is young, lean, dark-haired, and dangerous in the ring—fighting not for glory, but for rent, food, and his sister’s survival. He doesn’t need saving. He needs fair odds.

But when Alec intervenes, the entire city starts telling a story: the nobleman and his “pet pug,” a joke in ink that could destroy them both.

To protect Tom—and himself—Alec makes a reckless choice: he offers a contract. Patronage. Management. Control.

A business arrangement.

Except nothing about Tom Hale feels like business.

And in Regency London, desire is not merely forbidden.

It’s prosecutable.

A high-heat, emotionally intense M/M Regency romance of class collision, dangerous devotion, and a love that can only survive if both men stop pretending it’s only a deal.

Alec Harcourt has perfected the art of appearing untouched.

In his world, everything is performance: polished smiles in club rooms, dutiful silence beside his father, and the easy cruelty of men who treat lives as sport. Alec is expected to inherit a title, serve the family in Parliament, and accept the marriage his father demands—quietly, correctly, and without question.

Then, on a whim that feels like self-destruction, he follows his friends into a riverside fighting booth—hot, filthy, roaring with bloodlust—and watches a man in shirtsleeves fight like survival itself has teeth.

Tom Hale isn’t a brawler. He’s a craftsman of violence: quick, lean, relentless. He takes punishment, adapts, and wins anyway—while the men who profit from him shave his purse and call it luck. Tom has a sister to protect, bills that don’t care about his bruises, and a pride that refuses charity from anyone—especially a lord.

Alec should walk away.

Instead, he interferes.

And the moment a viscount’s heir is seen too close to a prizefighter, the city turns it into spectacle—an exaggerated caricature, a scandal-sheet punchline. The story paints Tom as a man for sale and Alec as depraved, adding another fashionable sin to be whispered over brandy.

But the law doesn’t punish whispers equally.

When danger sharpens from gossip into threat, Alec makes Tom an offer that is supposed to be safe: an arrangement on paper. Clear terms. No cheating. No exploitation. A patron backing a fighter into better matches, better purses, and a future that doesn’t end broken on a ring floor.

Tom agrees—for three fights. Nothing more.

Only Alec Harcourt’s restraint begins to fracture the longer he watches Tom bleed.

And Tom Hale’s certainty begins to break the longer he realizes Alec’s “control” isn’t ownership.

It’s devotion.

And devotion between two men in 1820s London is not romantic.

It’s lethal.

THE VISCOUNT’S BOXER is a high-heat, emotionally intense M/M Regency romance featuring class conflict, dangerous patronage, boxing-ring intensity, forced proximity, emotional pressure, and two men trying to survive a society built to ruin them.

Surprisingly precious

Compared to the other two stories in the collection, this one was very sweet and I enjoyed the plot.