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Blog Tour, Excerpt, & Giveaway for REMY By Katy Evans
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Book Title: Remy
Author: Katy Evans
Date of Publication: November 26, 2013
Publisher: Gallery Books
Blog Tour Hosted by: The SUBClub Books
Synopsis
Underground fighter Remington Tate is a mystery, even to himself. His mind is dark and light, complex and enlightening. At times his actions and moods are carefully measured, and at others, they spin out of control.
Through it all, there's been one constant: wanting, needing, loving, and protecting Brooke Dumas. This is his story; from the first moment he laid eyes on her and knew, without a doubt, she would be the realest thing he's ever had to fight for.
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“Pete, you think I need a sports
rehab specialist?” I ask.
“No, Rem.”
“Why not?”
“You’re an asshole, dude. You hardly
let the masseuses massage you for more than twenty minutes.”
“I need one now.” Pushing my iPad
over to him, I tap the screen and signal to the name below her image. “I need
that one.”
Pete lifts an interested eyebrow.
“You do. Do you?”
“I need a sports rehab specialist on
my payroll. I want her to tend to me every day. In whatever ways they do.”
He smirks. “They don’t do blow jobs,
I’ll tell you that.”
“If I wanted a blow job, I could
have had three just now. What I want . . .” Once again, my finger taps over her
name. “Is this sports rehab
specialist.”
Pete’s eyebrows fly up to his
hairline, and he leans back and crosses his arms. “What exactly do you want her
for?”
I chomp down the rest of my food,
then take a long gulp of water so I can speak. “I want her for me.”
“Rem . . .” he says in warning.
“Offer her a salary she can’t
decline.”
Pete answers me with a puzzled
silence. He seems taken aback and is trying to make sense of me. He’s looking
into my eyes, and I can tell he’s observing whether they are black or blue.
I’m not black. So I wait quietly. He
sighs, slowly jots down her name, and speaks cautiously. “All right, Remington,
but let me say, this has Bad Idea
written all over it.”
Shoving my plate aside, I lean back
and cross my arms.
My head betrays me half the time.
One day, it tells me I am god. The other, it tells me that I not only rule
hell, but I invented it. Does Pete think I give one fuck about what his own head thinks about my idea? I don’t listen to my head
anymore. I listen only to my gut.
“I want her watching me fight
Saturday,” I remind him as I get up and shove my chair back under the table.
And I want her watching from the bet seats in the house.”
“Remington . . .”
“Just do it, Pete,” I say as I cross the
living room back to the master.
“I already have the tickets ready to
go, dude, but it’s hard enough keeping Diane from knowing of your . . . er,
issues . . . It’s going to be even harder to keep it from someone like this
sports rehab specialist.”
I prop my shoulder at the threshold
of my bedroom and think about that. I lower my voice. “Make her sign a
contract, so I have guaranteed time with her. And stabilize me the instant I
start losing my shit.”
“Remington, just let me get some
other girls—”
“No, Pete. No other girls.”
I shut myself in my room and grab my
headphones, then just lie there with my iPod in my hand, staring at it.
What will it be like if I make her
mine?
I don’t delude myself into thinking
that she will accept me, but what if she does? What if she can understand me?
The way I am? The two parts of me? No. Not two parts. Every. Single. Fucking.
Part. Of me.
My gut tightens as I remember the
way her eyes shone when she looked at me. The way they softened after I kissed
her and she looked into my eyes, wanting more of me.
I have never seen a look quite like
that before. I have been wanted by thousands of women. Nobody has ever looked
at me with such open, frightened longing as her.
She was not frightened of me. She
was frightened of “it.” This same thing clenching my gut that has me all
tangled up. Every cell in my body is buzzing with awareness. Every inch of my
skin is awake. My muscles feel primed like they do when I’m ready to fight.
Except I’m not ready to fight now. I’m ready to go get my mate.
God help her.
About Katy Evans
Hey! I’m Katy Evans
and I love family, books, life, and love. I’m married with two children and
three dogs and spend my time baking, walking, writing, reading, and taking care
of my family. Thank you for spending your time with me and picking up my story.
I hope you had an amazing time with it, like I did. If you’d like to know more
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Blog Tour, Excerpt,& Giveaway for MINE by Katy Evans
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Title: Mine
Author: Katy Evans
Date for Re-Release of Paperback: November 5, 2013
Publisher: Gallery Books
Blog Tour Hosted by: The SUBClub Books
Synopsis
“I will do
anything to make her MINE.” —Remington Tate
In the international bestseller REAL, the unstoppable bad boy of the Underground fighting circuit finally met his match. Hired to keep him in prime condition, Brooke Dumas unleashed a primal desire in Remington “Remy” Tate as vital as the air he breathes . . . and now he can’t live without her.
Brooke never imagined she would end up with the man who is every woman’s dream, but not all dreams end happily ever after, and just when they need each other the most, Brooke is torn away from the ringside. Now with distance and darkness between them, the only thing left is to fight for the love of the man she calls MINE.
In the international bestseller REAL, the unstoppable bad boy of the Underground fighting circuit finally met his match. Hired to keep him in prime condition, Brooke Dumas unleashed a primal desire in Remington “Remy” Tate as vital as the air he breathes . . . and now he can’t live without her.
Brooke never imagined she would end up with the man who is every woman’s dream, but not all dreams end happily ever after, and just when they need each other the most, Brooke is torn away from the ringside. Now with distance and darkness between them, the only thing left is to fight for the love of the man she calls MINE.
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4:
I hear his laughter in
the living area, more like a soft chuckle over something Pete murmured, and my
insides do all the stuff he makes them do as I round the corner.
My god.
I can’t believe what he
does to me. I can’t even explain this shivering-shuddering-twittering
combination inside me, but it’s ridiculous.
“But he’s checking up on you, dude, I don’t
see the amusement here,” Pete says, in alarm. “His scouts have been asking all
around the hotels to know where we’ll be staying next.”
“Just relax and keep watch, Pete,” Remington
says, and I just stare for a moment, hearing a catch in my breath.
My blue-eyed lion.
His black hair stands
up devilishly. The inky Celtic bands across his muscled arms flex as he slowly
sips on an electrolyte drink. I see his glorious tanned torso. Those sweatpants
riding low on his narrow hips and revealing just the tip of his star tattoo.
His bare feet. He looks hot,
strong, and cuddlable, and the pulsing energy that seems to radiate from his
very being feels like a magnet to me.
“Brooke, good morning!” Diane Werner, his chef
and nutritionist, says from the kitchen.
Almost lazily,
Remington turns and slowly, ever so slowly, stands, his muscles rippling with
the move. Brilliant blue eyes rake over my body, taking me in in his red robe,
which drapes all the way down to my ankles, and a territorial gleam sparks in
his gaze in a way that makes every single womanly part of me tighten with
wanting.
“Well, hello there,
Miss Riptide,” Pete jumps in, his brown eyes glowing in amusement.
I smile. Because I not
only want to wear my Riptide’s clothes, I wish he’d ask me to wear his name even when I’d once told my best
friend I would never, ever, marry because my career would always come first.
Snort!
“Hey, Pete and Diane,”
I say in a sleepy voice, but my eyes are on Remington, and my heart won’t stand
still.
Will it ever stand
still when I’m around him? As I stare at him this morning just like every
morning for the past few months, I tell myself I am not dreaming, he’s not a
fantasy, he is real. My REAL.
He saved my sister from
the claws of a man I can’t even name. Remington threw last season’s
championship fight in exchange for her freedom—without even hesitating. Without
even telling me. He lost his title, a
huge amount of money, and could have lost his
life, all to rescue my sister Nora.
But I didn’t know it was for me.
All I knew was that
suddenly he was at the last season’s fight. Losing. Being beaten. Battered.
Falling down. Getting up. Spitting at Scorpion.
I wanted to die.
My fighter, always so
driven, persistent, passionate, and determined, refused to fight.
God, I was so, so
wrong.
He wasn’t punishing
me—he was saving my sister for me.
If he hadn’t come back
to my hometown of Seattle, with Nora delivered back safely, I’d have made the
biggest mistake of my life, and I’d have paid for it for the rest of my life.
I’d have lived the rest
of my days loveless, smileless, and worst of all, Remyless. Like I would have
deserved.
As I struggle with the
thousand pounds of remorse this memory gives me, his dimples flash, and if I
thought I was happy moments ago, nothing compares to this avalanche.
“Hey,” I whisper.
“So my little
firecracker lives,” he says with a devilish glint in his eye.
“Only barely after
you.”
He bursts out laughing,
and Pete coughs. “Guys, I’m kind of still here, and so is Diane.”
My smile fades, but
although Remington’s doesn’t, his smile softens, and so does the look in his
eyes. Suddenly, he makes me feel shy. Virginal. Like he stripped me naked last
night and this morning I am without all my bravado, without any stitch of
protection, wearing only something that belongs to him.
Still using those
dimples like lethal weapons against me, he comes over.
My body is all over the
place as I force myself to walk and meet him halfway, and I bite back a squeak
when he reaches out one muscled arm, hooks one finger into the sash of my robe,
and pulls me the last distance to him.
“Get over here,” he rumbles.
He bends his head and
sets a kiss on the back of my ear as he spreads his hand open on the small of
my back, stroking up to the riptide
letters on the back, as if to remind me they are there. I’m breathless when he
ducks his head to my neck and drags in a long, deep inhale of me. Shit, he
kills me when he does that, and between my legs, I feel a painful little clench
of need.
“Remington, are you
listening to me?” Pete asks.
Remington growls my
name softly, low and deep, in the way he does when he fucks it. “Good morning, Brooke Dumas.” My tummy
clenches in response to that, and the soft kiss he sets on my ear, my knees
going buttery, because he always does this to me, and as Pete’s voice repeats
what he just said, I start stepping away, but Remington won’t let me.
He kicks the chair
farther out and drops down, hauling me with him. Then he shifts me to one of
his thighs so he can grab his sports drink from the table and finally looks at
Pete, his voice low but firm. “Double our scouts and follow theirs.”
His fingers trace down
my back as he downs the bottle, and Pete is left scratching and shaking his
head in complete confusion.
“Rem . . . dude
. . . the fucking bastard cheated to win, and he knows he’s going to lose as long as you’re fighting this
season. He’s spying on us now, and he’s going to do his best to sabotage you
this year. He’s going to try to screw with your head. Provoke the shit out of
you!”
I’m barely wrapping my
head around the topic, but whatever it is, “provoking” Remington is not a good
idea. He’s got a temper, usually. He’s hard-headed and insistent and stubborn,
but especially, he is Bipolar 1, and you don’t want to rouse his black side
unless you’re prepared to deal with over two-hundred pounds of reckless that
doesn’t sleep.
I like my over
two-hundred pounds of reckless, but his reckless still worries me even if he
doesn’t seem in the slightest perturbed by Pete’s warnings.
Instead of answering
his PA, he turns to me and threads his fingers at the hair on my nape. “Do you
want breakfast?” he asks me.
Biting the inside of my
cheek, I lean over and drop my voice to spare Pete. “You mean aside from the
one that walked out of my bed?” He pinches my nose and now leans to me.
“Business called your breakfast out of bed today.”
“I actually feel
strangely hung over this morning, I’m not hungry at all.”
“Hung over from what?
My mouth?” he asks, his eyes dancing.
I look at his mouth and
it is so full and perfect. The way he uses it is perfect. Every measured word
he speaks is perfect. Sexy bastard. Of course he gives me hangovers, the kinds
I’d never met until him.
“You know,” Pete interjects, “I’d feel less
concerned about him and what he plans to do if he didn’t know your Kryptonite
now.” He nods at me.
“He’s not getting even
near my Kryptonite. I’ll break him first.” The quiet conviction with which he
says this makes gooseflesh jump on my arms, and I think I’m a little nauseous.
Last season’s final
match is my worst nightmare.
“Yet I can totally
envision him finding ways to reach out to your Kryptonite already,” Pete says. “Finding
ways to push your red button, get you all bothered and reckless.”
Remington turns to me,
then he shoves my hair aside and tips my head back to study me, like he knows I
can barely hear that man’s name—much less hear them talk about it.
The Black Scorpion is
my own personal Voldemort. That asshole hurt my sister, then me. And worst of
all, he hurt Remington. At that season final. He hurt him because of me. God, I fantasize of killing the
bastard.
“He’s gonna tease you, torment you . . .” Pete
continues in an ominous tone.
Remy
watches me in silence, his chest bare, his neck tanned and strong, and when he
turns his attention back to Pete, his voice is more somber.
“Pete, he hasn’t even
made a play, and you’re losing your shit,” he tells him.
“’Cause I’m the one
left to fix things when you lose it,”
Pete smoothes a hand down his black tie. “This season could get downright
nasty. We want you strong and prepared, dude. We need to head to the airport in
a half hour, tops, but I warn you, Phoenix might not be as calm as we
anticipated.”
“I’ll keep it together.
Just double our scouts,” Remington says, serious now, then he takes one last
swig of his sports drink and sets the empty bottle aside.
“All right, let me call
in some more . . . . ” I watch Pete head over to the kitchen and punch his cell
phone pad.
Now Remington’s voice
deepens as he gives me his undivided attention. “You overslept,” he murmurs,
cupping my face as he smiles down at me. “Wore you out last night?”
His voice oozes all
kinds of sex and tenderness. As I nod, I feel myself go warm inside. “I hear
sex gods do that,” I tease.
He laughs softly and
strokes my lips with his thumb. “That’s right. You ready to go?”
I nip his thumb and
smile as I nod.
“I missed you in bed
this morning,” I whisper.
“God, me too. I need to
be the first thing those pretty eyes see every morning.”
He presses me to him
and buries his face in my hair, and all the tension from hearing the word “Scorpion”
and the nausea leaves me when I smell him. I tuck my nose into his chest and
inhale him as he inhales me, and the room falls, and the world falls, and in
this moment nothing matters. Nothing matters but him, his arms around me and my
arms around him. I think a part of him still can’t believe I’m in his arms
again, because he’s squeezing me so tight I can hardly breathe, but I don’t want
to breathe. I’m so affected by his scent, the feel of his powerful arms around
me, when just two months ago I’d stupidly given up on him, I can barely take
it.
“I love you,” I whisper, and when he doesn’t
respond, I open my eyes and shiver when I see his fierce gaze trained on me. He
rubs my bottom lip with his thumb again, then tucks me back into his chest as
if I’m precious. He lowers his head, his lips to my ear: “You’re mine now.”
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Hey! I’m Katy Evans and I love family, books, life, and love. I’m
married with two children and three dogs and spend my time baking, walking,
writing, reading, and taking care of my family. Thank you for spending your
time with me and picking up my story. I hope you had an amazing time with it,
like I did. If you’d like to know more about books in progress, look me up on
the Internet, I’d love to hear from you!
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Blog Tour, Excerpt, Giveaway for Real By Katy Evans
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A fallen boxer.
A woman with a broken dream.
A competition…
He even makes me forget my name. One night was all it took, and I forgot everything and anything except the sexy fighter in the ring who sets my mind ablaze and my body on fire with wanting…
Remington Tate is the strongest, most confusing man I’ve ever met in my life.
He’s the star of the dangerous underground fighting circuit, and I’m drawn to him as I’ve never been drawn to anything in my life. I forget who I am, what I want, with just one look from him. When he’s near, I need to remind myself that I am strong–but he is stronger. And now it’s my job to keep his body working like a perfect machine, his taut muscles primed and ready to break the bones of his next opponents . . .
But the one he’s most threatening to, now, is me.
I want him. I want him without fear. Without reservations.
If only I knew for sure what it is that he wants from me?
A woman with a broken dream.
A competition…
He even makes me forget my name. One night was all it took, and I forgot everything and anything except the sexy fighter in the ring who sets my mind ablaze and my body on fire with wanting…
Remington Tate is the strongest, most confusing man I’ve ever met in my life.
He’s the star of the dangerous underground fighting circuit, and I’m drawn to him as I’ve never been drawn to anything in my life. I forget who I am, what I want, with just one look from him. When he’s near, I need to remind myself that I am strong–but he is stronger. And now it’s my job to keep his body working like a perfect machine, his taut muscles primed and ready to break the bones of his next opponents . . .
But the one he’s most threatening to, now, is me.
I want him. I want him without fear. Without reservations.
If only I knew for sure what it is that he wants from me?
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I
stare up at the ring as the guy whips off the red satin robe with the word riptide on the back, and the spectators
stand screaming and cheering as he slowly turns to acknowledge them all. His
face is suddenly before me, illuminated by the lights, and I just stare like an
idiot from my place. My god.
My.
God.
Dimples.
Dark
scruffy jaw.
Boyish
smile.
Man’s
body.
Killer
tan.
A
shiver shoots down my spine as I helplessly drink in the entire package
everyone else seems to be gaping at.
He
has black hair, standing up sexily as if women have just had their fingers
there. Cheekbones as strong as his jaw and forehead. Lips that are red-kissed
and swollen, and, as a souvenir from his walk to the ring, there’s lipstick on
his jaw. I look down his long, lean body and something hot and wild settles in
my core.
He’s
mesmerizingly perfect and incredibly hard. Everything, from his beautifully
slim hips and narrow waist to his broad shoulders, is solid. And that six-pack.
No. It’s an eight-pack. The sexy V of his obliques dips into his satin, navy
blue shorts, which gently hug his powerful legs, thick with muscle. I can see
his quads, traps, pecs, and biceps, all gloriously tight and cut. Celtic
tattoos circle both of his arms, exactly where his bulging biceps and the rigid
square deltoids of his shoulders meet.
“Remy!
Remy!” Mel shouts hysterically at my side,
hands cupped to her mouth. “You’re so
fucking hot, Remy!”
His
head angles to the sound, one dimple showing with a sexy smile as he faces us.
A frisson of nervous energy passes through me, not because he’s extremely
gorgeous from this perfect view—because he is, he definitely is, goodness, he really is—but mostly because he’s
looking straight at me.
One
eyebrow cocks, and there’s a glimmer of amusement in his entrancing blue eyes.
Also something . . . warm in his gaze. Like he thinks I’m the one who shouted.
Oh, shit.
He
winks at me, but then I’m stunned as his smile slowly fades, morphing into one
that’s unbearably intimate.
My
blood simmers.
My
sex clenches tight, and I hate that he seems to know that.
I
can see he thinks he’s the ultimate creation, and he seems to believe every
woman here is his Eve, created from his rib cage for him to enjoy. I’m both
aroused and infuriated, and this is the most confusing feeling I’ve ever felt
in my life.
Breaking
our connection, he curls his lips and turns when his opponent is announced with
the words “Kirk Dirkwood, ‘the Hammer,’ here for all of you tonight!”
“You
little slut, Mel!” I cry when I recover, shoving her playfully. “Why did you
have to scream like that? He thinks I’m the nutcase now.”
“Omigod!
He did not just wink at you,” Melanie
says, visibly stunned.
Oh
my god, he had. Hadn’t he? He did.
I’m
just as astounded as I relive the wink in my head, and I’m totally going to
torture Melanie because she deserves it, the little tramp.
“He
did,” I finally admit, scowling at her. “We telepathically communicated, and he
says he wants to take me home to be the mother of his sexy babies.”
“Like
you would have sex with someone like
him. You and your OCD!” she says, laughing her head off as Remington’s opponent
takes off his robe. The man is all beefy muscle, but not an ounce of him can
visually compete with the pure male deliciousness of that “Riptide.”
Remington
flexes his arms at his sides, stretches his fingers out and forms fists, then
bounces on the balls of his feet, his calves flexing. He’s a large, muscular
man but surprisingly light on his feet.
Hammer
throws the first punch. Remington evades it with a smart duck, and he comes
back up with a full swing that connects and knocks Hammer’s face to the side. I
inwardly flinch at the power in his punch; my body clenches at the sight of his
muscles contracting and tensing, working and releasing, with each blow he
delivers.
The
crowd watches, enraptured, as the fight continues, those awful cracking sounds filling
me with goose bumps. But there’s something else bothering me. The fact that
beads of perspiration pop on my brow, in my cleavage. As the fight progresses,
my nipples strain, ever more puckered and tight, against my top, pushing
anxiously against the silk of the fabric. Somehow watching Remington Tate pound
a man they call “Hammer” makes me squirm in my clothes in a way I don’t like,
much less ever expected.
The
way he swings, moves, growls . . .
Suddenly,
a chorus begins: “REMY . . . REMY . . . REMY.”
I
turn and see Melanie jumping up and down and saying, “Omigod, hit him, Remy!
Just knock him dead, you sexy beast!” She screams when his opponent falls to
the ground with a loud thump.
My
panties are soaked, and my pulse has gone haywire. I’ve never condoned
violence. This isn’t me, and I blink in stupefaction at the sensations whipping
through my system. Lust, pure, white-hot lust, flutters through my nerve
endings.
The
ringmaster lifts Remington’s arm in victory, and as soon as he straightens from
the knockout blow he just delivered, his gaze swings in my direction and
crashes into me. Piercing blue eyes meet mine, and something knots and pulls
inside my tummy. His sweaty chest rises and falls in a deep pant, and a drop of
blood rests at the corner of his lips. Through it all, his eyes are glued to
me.
Heat
spreads under my skin, and the flames lick me all over. I will never admit this
to Melanie, not even to myself out loud, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen such
a hot man in my life. The way he stares at me is hot. The way he stands there,
with his hand held in the air, his muscles dripping sweat, with that air of
authority Mel told me about in the cab—it’s just hot.
There’s
no apology in his stare. In the way he ignores everyone who shouts his name and
stares at me with a look that’s so sexual I almost feel taken right here. An
awful awareness of the exact way I
look to him sweeps over me.
My
long, straight hair, the color of mahogany, falls to my shoulders. My button-up
white shirt is sleeveless, but it goes up my throat in a lacy mock-neck, and
the hem is tucked nicely into a pair of high-waisted, but perfectly
presentable, black pants. A small set of gold hoop earrings nicely complement
my honeyed whiskey eyes. Despite my conservative choice of clothes, I feel
completely naked.
My
legs wobble, and I’m left with the distinct impression this man wants to pound
me next. With his cock.
Please,
god, I did not just think that;
Melanie would. Another tightening in my womb distresses me.
“REMY! REMY!
REMY! REMY!”
people chant, the sound growing in intensity.
“You
want more Remy?” the man with the microphone asks the crowd, and the noise
builds around us. “All right then, people! Let’s bring out a worthier opponent
for Remington ‘Riptide’ Tate tonight!”
Another
man steps into the ring, and I can’t bear it anymore. My system is on overload.
This is probably why it’s not a good idea to forego sex for so many years. I’m
so worked up that I can barely talk right or even make my legs move as I turn
to tell Mel I’m going to the restroom.
A
voice blares loudly through the speakers as I charge down the wide path between
the stands. “And now, to challenge our reigning champion, ladies and gentlemen,
is Parker ‘the Terror’ Drake!”
The
crowd comes alive, and suddenly, I hear an unmistakably hard slam.
Resisting
the urge to look back at what’s causing the commotion, I round the corner and
head straight for the bathroom hall as the speakers flare up again. “Holy cow,
that was fast! We have a KO! Yes, ladies and gentlemen! A KO! And in record
time, our victor once again, I give you, Riptide! Riptide—who’s now jumping out
of the ring and— Where the hell are you
going?”
The
crowd goes crazy, calling all the way to the lobby, “Riptide! Riptide!” and then they fall completely quiet, as though
something unscripted has just happened.
I’m
wondering about the eerie silence when pounding footsteps echo at my back. A
warm hand engulfs mine, and the touch frissons through me as I’m spun around
with surprising force.
“What
the . . .” I gasp in confusion, and then stare into a sweaty male chest, and up
into glowing blue eyes. My senses reel out of control. He’s so close the scent
of him tears through me like a shot of adrenaline.
“Your
name,” he growls, panting, his eyes wild on mine.
“Uh,
Brooke.”
“Brooke
what?” he snaps out, his nostrils flaring.
His
animal magnetism is so powerful I think he just took my voice. He’s in my
personal space, all over it, absorbing it, absorbing me, taking my oxygen, and
I can’t understand the way my heart is beating, the way I stand here, shivering
with heat, my entire body focused on the exact spot his hand is wrapped around
me.
With
trembling efforts, I pry my hand free and glance fearfully at Mel, who comes up
behind him, wide-eyed. “It’s Brooke Dumas,” she says, and then she happily
shoots out my cell phone number. To my chagrin.
His
lips curl and he meets my gaze. “Brooke Dumas.”
And
as I feel his tongue twist roughly around those two words, his voice sinfully
dark, like things you crave to eat but really shouldn’t, desire swells between
my legs. His eyes are hot and almost proprietary when he looks at me. I’ve
never been stared at like this before.
He
just fucked my name right in front of me. And right in front of Mel.
He
steps forward, and his damp hand slides to the nape of my neck. My pulse
skitters as he lowers his dark head to set a small, dry kiss on my lips. It
feels like he’s marking me. Like he’s preparing me for something monumental
that could both change and ruin my life.
“Brooke,” he growls softly,
meaningfully, against my lips, as he draws back with a smile. “I’m Remington.”
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COVER REVEAL FOR MINE BY KATY EVANS
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MINE
By Katy Evans
Scheduled Release Nov 5, 2013
In the international bestseller REAL, the unstoppable bad boy of the Underground fighting circuit finally met his match. Hired to keep him in prime condition, Brooke Dumas unleashed a primal desire in Remington “Riptide” Tate as vital as the air he breathes . . . and now he can’t live without her.
Brooke never imagined she would end up with the man who is every woman’s dream, but not all dreams end happily ever after, and just when Remington needs her the most, Brooke makes a discovery that forces her away from the ringside. Now with distance and darkness between them, the only thing left is to fight for the love of the man she calls MINE.
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In the international bestseller REAL, the unstoppable bad boy of the Underground fighting circuit finally met his match. Hired to keep him in prime condition, Brooke Dumas unleashed a primal desire in Remington “Riptide” Tate as vital as the air he breathes . . . and now he can’t live without her.
Brooke never imagined she would end up with the man who is every woman’s dream, but not all dreams end happily ever after, and just when Remington needs her the most, Brooke makes a discovery that forces her away from the ringside. Now with distance and darkness between them, the only thing left is to fight for the love of the man she calls MINE.
Pre-Order MINE
Preorder on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Mine-The-REAL-series-ebook/dp/B00D0MZXCA/ref=tmm_kin_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1377097863&sr=8-1
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Katy Evans grew up with book-boyfriends until she found a real sexy boyfriend to love, married him, and now they are hard at work on their own happily ever after. Katy loves her family and friends, and she also loves reading, walking, baking, and being consumed by her characters until she reaches "The End." Which, is hopefully, only the beginning...
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Blog Tour and Giveaway for REAL By Katy Evans
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Book #1 of The Real, Raw & Ripped Series
266 pages
Published
April 8th 2013
Mature New Adult/Adult Contemporary Romance - recommended for ages 18 and up.
Take a look at my review of REAL here!
Mature New Adult/Adult Contemporary Romance - recommended for ages 18 and up.
Take a look at my review of REAL here!
Katy
Evans grew up with book-boyfriends until she found a real sexy boyfriend to
love, married him, and now they are hard at work on their own happily ever
after. Katy loves her family and friends, and she also loves reading, walking,
baking, and being consumed by her characters until she reaches "The
End." Which, is hopefully, only the beginning...
To find more about her, look her up on her website, Twitter, or Facebook, she'd also love to hear from you!
To find more about her, look her up on her website, Twitter, or Facebook, she'd also love to hear from you!
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Book Review - Real (Real, Raw & Ripped, #1) by Katy Evans
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My rating: 5 of 5 stars
My.
God.
Dimples.
Dark scruffy jaw.
Boyish smile. Man’s body.
Killer tan
We start out this book with Brooke who is a recent college graduate and had trained all her life to be an Olympic gold medalist winner until one day her dreams of being in the Olympics and winning the gold where shattered because of a knee injury . Her best friend Melanie drags her to an Underground boxing fight , which she is not thrilled about going to, but goes for her BFF Melanie . Once there is where she Meets Remington “The Riptide” Tate .
“Your name” he growls, panting, his eyes wild on mine. “Uh, Brooke.” “Brooke what?” he snaps out, his nostrils flaring. His animal magnetism is so powerful I think he just took my voice. He’s in my personal space, all over it, absorbing it, absorbing me, taking my oxygen, and I can’t understand the way my heart is beating, the way I stand here, shivering with heat, my entire body focused on the exact spot his hand is wrapped around me… He steps forward, and his damp hand slides into the nape of my neck. My pulse skitters as he lowers his dark head to set a small, dry kiss on my lips. It feels like he is marking me. Like he’s preparing me for something monumental. That could both change and ruin my life. “Brooke,” he growls softly, meaningfully, against my lips, as he draws back with a smile. “I’m Remington.”
The next day she gets a surprise with tickets to Remy’s Fight, She drags Mel and a couple of their other friends to go with her . She decides it is a whatever happens, happens night and she will see how the night plays out. At the fight she is watches Remy fight and she is roped right in by his intoxicating looks, the way he fights, the way her body feels just by watching him. Once the fight is over she is led back to Remy’s Hotel room and is surprised when they offer her a job to be his rehab therapist for the rest of his tour.
Then we start to get full blown sexual tension
In the Beginning with all the sexual tension I was going insane, I wanted them to just DO IT and get it over with, but once they started to actually open up and talk to each other I fell in love with Remy and Brooke. They are an amazing couple.
"When I take you, you'll be mine," he says, a soft promise in my ear. He slides his thumb along my jaw, then gently kisses my earlobe. "You need to be certain." His eyes are so hot that I'm on fire with the lust in them, and the word of "mine" makes the empty place between my legs swell with longing. "I want you to know me first, and then, I want you to let me know if you still want me to take you."
"Why'd you want to have sex with me? To have a fucking adventure? What was I supposed to be? Your one-night-fucking stand? I'm every woman's adventure, damn you, and I don't want to be yours. I want to be your fucking REAL. You get that? If I fuck you, I want you to belong to me. To be mine. I want you to give yourself to me - not Riptide!"
“I don't want to be yours. I want to be your fucking REAL.”
Since I started reading more and more, I am finding that with Books I love when an Author integrates Music into a book. Having a play list of music or a song within a chapter to refer to while reading has become one of my favorite Parts of Books. It let's you open your mind more and you have a better understanding of the character's and also that specific part of the book. This Book was no different and I LOVED how it was MORE REAL with the fact that Remy was showing his emotions with Music and lyrics. This was my favorite part of the book, every time they sat and chose a song for each other, I fell in love with them a little bit more.
Here are the rest of my Favorite quotes in the book.
“Have you ever been anyone’s?”
“No. And you?”
“I’ve never wanted to.”
“Neither have I. Until I saw this lovely girl in Seattle, with big gold eyes, and pink, full lips… and I wondered if she could understand me.”
“You tie me up in knots. I want to play you a thousand different songs so you can get a clue of what... I feel inside me...”
“I love him, Melanie. I love him He's not just a star, he's the whole fucking sky to me. He's the sun and every planet in this galaxy.”
“You can't, Brooke, you can't leave. You're mine”
Book Blurb:
A fallen boxer.
A woman with a broken dream.
A competition…
He even makes me forget my name. One night was all it took, and I forgot everything and anything except the sexy fighter in the ring who sets my mind ablaze and my body on fire with wanting…
Remington Tate is the strongest, most confusing man I’ve ever met in my life.
He’s the star of the dangerous underground fighting circuit, and I’m drawn to him as I’ve never been drawn to anything in my life. I forget who I am, what I want, with just one look from him. When he’s near, I need to remind myself that I am strong–but he is stronger. And now it’s my job to keep his body working like a perfect machine, his taut muscles primed and ready to break the bones of his next opponents . . .
But the one he’s most threatening to, now, is me.
I want him. I want him without fear. Without reservations.
If only I knew for sure what it is that he wants from me?
“You’ve claimed me, little firecracker. You kicked a pair of two hundred pound men’s asses. I will never get over that. You kicked my whores out. Pete told me. You staked your claim on me, even before you realized I’d staked mine already.” He fists my hair and pulls me close to his lips. “I’m yours now … Even if I screw this up, I’ll still be your screw-up.”
I can not wait for More Of Remy & Brooke in MINE
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