Cover Reveal: Legend By: Katy Evans

(Real series #6)
Can love really conquer all? – Book 6 in Katy Evan’s breakout New York Times bestselling series that began with REAL.

Maverick “the Avenger” Cage wants to rise to the top and become a legend in the ring. Though he keeps his identity well guarded, he’s known on the fighting circuit as the new kid with a chip on his shoulder and a tattoo on his back that marks him as trouble. He’s got a personal score to settle with the Underground’s one and only Remington “Riptide” Tate.
As Mav trains, he meets a young girl—the only other new person in the town–and sparks fly. When things get heated between them, he finds out she’s none other than Reese Dumas, the cousin of Remington Tate’s wife. A girl who’s supposed to root against him and a girl he’s supposed to stay away from. 

But Maverick fights for the woman in his heart, and the monsters in his blood. The world’s eyes are on them and the victor will go down in history as the ultimate fighting champion; the ultimate LEGEND. 

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Review & Excerpt: Manwhore By Katy Evans

Is it possible to expose Chicago’s hottest player—without getting played?

This is the story I’ve been waiting for all my life, and its name is Malcolm Kyle Preston Logan Saint. Don’t be fooled by that last name though. There’s nothing holy about the man except the hell his parties raise. The hottest entrepreneur Chicago has ever known, he’s a man’s man with too much money to spend and too many women vying for his attention.

Mysterious. Privileged. Legendary. His entire life he’s been surrounded by the press as they dig for tidbits to see if his fairytale life is for real or all mirrors and social media lies. Since he hit the scene, his secrets have been his and his alone to keep. And that’s where I come in.

Assigned to investigate Saint and reveal his elusive personality, I’m determined to make him the story that will change my career.

But I never imagined he would change my life. Bit by bit, I start to wonder if I’m the one discovering him…or if he’s uncovering me.

What happens when the man they call Saint, makes you want to sin?

Malcom Saint, you my man want to cause this reviewer to sin and sin a lot when it comes to all the hotness that is you.  I personally love a man who knows that his sex appeal is off the charts, knows how to move in the bedroom and at times is a little bit, okay a lot cocky until the right woman comes along to make him change his wicked ways. 
Rachel, oh god girl where do I even begin with you.  I will flat out admit that for up until the final couple of chapters I wished you walked in front of a city bus and got flattened, and that your friend Gina was next to you when it happened. If you can’t tell I had a huge issue with Rachel and the fact that she basically allowed something that happened to her roommate, not even her, rule her life in such a way it was downright pathetic.  But then in the final chapters she slowly worked her way onto my good side where I am praying she stays in the next book.

Now if you read some of my reviews from last week, remember my friend Gabrielle?  Well she is also a reviewer and we were both lucky to receive ARC’s for our respective blogs to review.  She had read Manwhore before I did and although she won’t admit it I probably drove her nuts with my running commentary of my thoughts on Manwhore.  I’m not going to lie there were a couple of times I wanted to smack her for not telling me what would happen next, but I love her and Manwhore anyways.  But I will warn you there is the mother of all cliffhangers that had me throwing my pretty Manwhore ARC galley across the room and inventing new uses for the words fuck, shit damn and hell.  Manwhore will most likely cause a few kindles or whatever e-reader you use to be thrown multiple times, but all those emotions and frustrations are oh so worth it when it comes to the manwhore himself, Malcom Saint.  Katy Evans please write Manwhore + 1 fast because this reviewer just can’t wait to see what happens next.
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I look very different than the girl Saint met in his office. But I don’t feel any different. My nerves are frayed to the edges as I give my name to a bouncer at the entrance and I’m allowed into the club, every part of me snug and tight in my dress as my black heels hit the floor.

Whereas M4 was all museum-like, the Ice Box is pure dark decadence. Ice sculptures sit on pedestals around the room. Cages with body-painted dancers hang from the ceiling. A bar with white and blue lights stretches from one wall to another.

Strobe lights flash across the space as I get jostled by the crowd. The bass thumps as the song “Waves” by Mr. Probz plays for the dancing crowd. Drinks are flowing on shiny silver trays, and the drinks are so adorned—by fruits, olives, salt glitter or colorful liquid swirls—they’re like artworks. This isn’t a normal swanky club. It’s the rich boys’ club and everywhere you look are beautiful people wearing beautiful things.

“I met him! God! When he said hi I thought I’d faint…!”

My nerves eat at me as I hear that, because I know for sure they’re talking about him. Trying to breathe, I wind deeper into the club, wishing for Gina so bad I ache. The room is packed with women, some clearly on the hunt, others already paired with someone, a few hanging out with their friends. I breathe slowly, in and out, telling myself I can do this. It’s just a club. I can have some fun. It’s been a while since I’ve gone out to a club, and never a club like this, but it doesn’t matter. I can interview people, and if I’m lucky, I can do more than that.

After scanning the area and trying to find the best spy-spots, I go to the top level and that’s when I get the best look at what’s happening downstairs at the most crowded corner.

And speak of the devil. My heart stops a beat when I see that dark head of his, and that loathed, burning knot in my stomach squeezes with a vengeance. I swear no one in my life has ever made me this nervous.

He sits with his arms stretched out behind him, a wine glass and two women vying for his attention as he chats with his friends. His masculine face is illuminated in certain angles when the lights flash—his beauty unprecedented.

Okay. Breathing. Do I want him to know I’m here or not?

A watery sensation seems to spread down my limbs as I force myself to go downstairs. I wind a path to the ladies’ room and worm myself through the throng of bodies toward a wide mirror above a set of modernist floating sinks. A group of women preen at themselves while I look our reflections. To my right, a woman pouts her red lips, and to my left, her friend pouts her pink ones. Me? I’m still me, but I look extravagant, like I was born here. I look very different than the young girl in coveralls he met. Will he even recognize me like this?

“You going to the after-party?” Red Lips asks Pink Lips as they retouch their lipsticks.

“No key yet.”

“Lookie lookie.” Red Lips waves a keycard in the air.

There’s squealing in the room and she tucks the key into her bra. “Mine!”

“So there’s an after-party?” I ask them.

“At Saint’s penthouse,” one says, nodding.

“How do you get invited to this party?”

“A hundred keys are distributed during the evening.”

A sudden thought of stealing the very key she’s just tucked into her bra flickers through my mind. I mean, it’s just a key. It couldn’t possibly be a felony.

“Babe,” she tells me, “stop giving my key the eye! I’ve been waiting three years to get a key like this. Go and work your ass out there if you want one. Only the finest asses make it.”

“Thanks,” I say, turning to look at my ass in the mirror questioningly. Gina says I’ve got a great ass. It’s perky and the perfect handful, some would say. But would Saint say that?

I sigh and lean against the wall, then I spot all the little writings on an open stall door. I narrow my eyes, forcing my focus.

Malcolm for my baby-daddy

I sucked Saint’s cock

Tahoe rammed me right here

Callan licks cunt like a caveman

I head back into the noise and try to find a good spot for spying when I see him again. The two women won’t leave his side and now my stomach for some reason feels jumpy, annoying me. One of the blondes takes a shot from the waiter, licks the rim, and then adds salt.

Saint edges back and watches her with an expression of casual boredom, but his lips are curled, as if he’s having some fun.

I’m so engrossed watching—a little too fascinated and a little bit disgusted—I don’t realize a guard has walked up to me until he’s right in my face. He signals to the back of the room—to where Saint’s best friends are now watching me. Saint isn’t even looking my way. Oh no, he’s too busy being entertained, still wearing that almost-bored smile. Maybe they need to take their tops off to get him excited?

All three men fit in perfectly with the lavish surroundings, but I can’t look at the other two. Only at Malcolm. Malcolm’s dark good looks blend with the shadows like Hades in his own little corner of hell.

Suddenly he laughs over something one of the blondes does and he turns a little, his eyes landing straight on me—and stopping there.

I feel his stare like a hit of adrenaline. I want to look away, but I can’t, I feel trapped. I don’t know if I made this up but I could’ve sworn his chest jerked as if he sucked in a breath.

Does he recognize me?

Do I want him to?

Suddenly the atmosphere is so heavy I can’t breathe. My lungs feel like rocks and I really can’t breathe. As he rakes me in one fast, complete sweep of his eyes that makes my stomach grip nervously, he takes in my pumps up to my long blonde hair, and I become aware of my dress hugging the top of my thighs, my hips, my abdomen, my breasts and even my ass. Oh god. I force myself to follow the guard in his direction, every step accelerating my heartbeat. In that black suit and without a tie, the top button of his shirt open and his hair a bit rumpled, Saint is the embodiment of luxurious and decadent and sin. He is Sin Itself and I feel like an absolute…virgin.

He stretches his long legs out before him, his stare fixed on mine without any seeming inclination to move away.

“Mr. Saint,” the guard clears his throat. “The gentlemen had me summon her.”

Although his smile doesn’t waver, the look on his face is completely remote and unreadable.

“Here she is, gentlemen,” the guard then tells the other two—the blond and the copper-haired men looking at me like lunch.

“Tahoe,” the blonde says.

“Callan,” the copper-haired says.

Saint merely pats the blondes on the butt and sends them on her way, then he reaches out to take my elbow somehow in an instinctive gesture that brings me a strange sense of comfort. I don’t know anybody else here, so when he tugs me to his side, I go down and sit next to him on the edge of the long booth.

And that’s when he leans his dark head over to me and murmurs, “Malcolm.” His voice is so deep and rumbling, I shiver.

“Rachel,” I lamely offer.

He raises his eyebrow and stares at me. What are you doing here, Rachel? he seems to ask.

I’m wondering what to say, when Tahoe lifts his drink and drains it. “You’re up past your bedtime.” The Texan oil baby. Oozing charm, drawling out the words.

I don’t know why but I’m acutely aware of the position of Saint’s body in relation to mine. He just straightened fully in the booth and somehow shifted so his arm is very noticeably stretched out behind me.

“Like they say, no rest for the wicked,” I answer Tahoe with an extra-wide smile, my heart pounding over Saint’s nearness.

Suddenly I can smell him. Just him. Among all the mingled scents in the room, it’s Saint somehow in my lungs, in every breath. He radiates a vitality that draws me like a magnet. It unnerves me but something in his presence, so close to me, soothes me too.

“Apparently there’s a dress code—Saint had to drop his tail and horns at the door,” Callan jokes as a waiter sets a drink before me.

“Oh yes.” I tug the hem of my skirt self-consciously, “I had to drop half my dress.”

“Did you now?” Tahoe asks.


One word, one letter, from Malcolm.

“Yeah, Saint?” Tahoe returns, lifting his eyebrows.


I almost spit out the drink. I cough and slam my hand to my chest, and Saint calmly reaches out to take my drink from my hand and sets it aside. “Okay?” he asks, ducking his head and peering into my face.

I give one last cough and squeeze my eyes shut and nod, and when I open my eyes, Saint is the only thing I see. I find him staring at me in such a penetrating way I can feel the stare in my bones.

“Did you just get to the party, Rachel?” he asks.

As he waits for my reply, he reaches for my cocktail and extends the glass out to me. His wrist is thick and looks so strong, so golden, his skin smooth, his arm dusted with a little bit of hair as I cautiously take it from him, our fingers brushing.

Tahoe reaches for his coat pocket and waves whatever he extracted in the air. “Saint! May I?”

Excitement leaps in my chest when I realize it’s the key!

“Not happening, that’s not her scene,” Malcolm murmurs besides me.

“Aw! Come on, let me give her a key. She’s a dime, man,” Tahoe drawls.

I’m so disbelieving, I’m not even breathing as Malcolm slowly stands. I follow him up, staring up into his face in confusion.

“What do you mean it’s not my scene?” I demand. I feel like there’s no gravity when he stands so close to me. I’m dizzy. Confused. And unexpectedly hurt.

For the first time since we met, he looks at me like he’s actually losing his temper…with me. He leans closer and puts his lips close to my ear. “Trust me when I tell you, it’s not your scene. Go home,” he whispers. He sends me a look laden with warning and walks away, blending into the crowd.

Tahoe and Callan stare at me, speechless. “That’s a first,” Tahoe mumbles and heads away.

I feel myself burn in humiliation and confusion. Worse is that, when I go outside, the same man who drove us around the day before walks over to me.

“Miss Livingston, a pleasure to drive you,” he says, hanging up his phone as if Saint just called him. He is a huge man, with a bald head, an earpiece, and no expression. A second later, he’s opening the car door of the Rolls for me.


Did Saint call him just now and ask him to escort me home?

Aware of people staring and seeing me being led to Saint’s car, I climb into the back of the car and I murmur my thanks simply because it’s not this man’s fault.

The car smells new and expensive and, like him. A bottle of wine and water bottles ride with me. There’s music in the background and the temperature is just right. The perfect luxury of it all tempts me to run my hands down my dress and look down at myself in confusion. What is wrong with me?

I feel as if he pulled the rug from under me and reminded me what I’m up against. The top of the species. Somebody ruthless.

I can’t take the heat in the back of my ears and on my cheeks. I sag on the backseat and set my forehead on the window. Focus, Livingston! Exhaling, I grab my phone and try to write down all the details about what I saw, but I can’t right now. I just can’t do anything but ride here, in his car, wondering why I feel so vulnerable.


Cover Reveal: Manwhore + 1 By:Katy Evans

Release date: July 7, 2015
Billionaire playboy? Check. 
Ruthless businessman? Check. 
Absolutely sinful? Check.
Malcolm Saint was an assignment. A story. A beautiful, difficult man I was supposed to uncover for a racy exposé.
I intended to reveal himhis secrets, his lifestyle—not let him reveal me. But my head was overtaken by my heart and suddenly nothing could stop me from falling. I fell for him, and I fell hard. 

Malcolm Saint is absolute Sin, and I’ve become a hopeless Sinner.
Now that the assignment is over, Saint wants something from me–something unexpected–and I want this wicked playboy’s heart. But how can I prove to the man who trusts no one that I’m worthy of becoming his plus one?

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Cover Reveal: Manwhore By: Katy Evans

March 24, 2015
Is it possible to expose Chicago’s hottest player—without getting played?
This is the story I’ve been waiting for all my life, and its name is Malcolm Kyle Preston Logan Saint. Don’t be fooled by that last name though. There’s nothing holy about the man except the hell his parties raise. The hottest entrepreneur Chicago has ever known, he’s a man’s man with too much money to spend and too many women vying for his attention.
Mysterious. Privileged. Legendary. His entire life he’s been surrounded by the press as they dig for tidbits to see if his fairytale life is for real or all mirrors and social media lies. Since he hit the scene, his secrets have been his and his alone to keep. And that’s where I come in.
Assigned to investigate Saint and reveal his elusive personality, I’m determined to make him the story that will change my career.
But I never imagined he would change my life. Bit by bit, I start to wonder if I’m the one discovering him…or if he’s uncovering me.
What happens when the man they call Saint, makes you want to sin?  


Review: Mine by Katy Evans

It comes at such a disappointment that I couldn’t get into the story like I did with the first book. The story was ok but my biggest issue was that it had too much repetition. I know he has black hair, blue eyes, eight pack, star tattoo, etc. I wanted something more and I never got it. The best part for me was the letter at the end. I loved it.

Hopefully Remy can make up for MY disappointment in Mine.

Review: Real by Katy Evans

OMG! Remy!  He’s moody, demanding and OMG HOT! He strong-willed and never had anyone stand up for him. He’s never had anyone fight for him.
Brooke is woman enough to stand up for herself and Remy. She won’t back down and she’ll do anything she has to in order to protect herself and Remy, including take on underground fighters.
Remy and Brooke have an unusual beginning. Their romance is even more unusual. Brooke keeps pushing Remy to move forward with their relationship. She’s ready for whatever he’s willing to give. But Remy wants it all. In order to have it all, he insists on doing things his way. He has secrets. Secrets he’s sure will cause Brooke to leave him. Everyone leave Remy.
This was definitely an unusual romance. Nothing about it was normal by any stretch of the imagination. However, it worked for Remy and Brooke. Remy and Brooke are both fighting for the same thing. The only difference is how they do it.
Both are also facing their own personal demons. They both have something to face.
One of the things I really liked about this was the way music was used. Instead of putting the lyrics in the story, Brooke and Remy would play songs for each other. Their feeling were expressed through the songs. Author Katy Evans would explain in the story what they were expressing. I liked this so much more than posting lyrics. I don’t know all the songs so I need them to explain what they were wanting expressed. I even looked some of those songs up and it made things more powerful for me.

This was a great story! I have Mine on my kindle ready to be read!  I can’t wait to see what happens next!

Blog Tour & Giveaway: Remy by Katy Evans

Remington “Riptide” Tate is one of the hottest underground fighters around.  There are sides to Remy that no one else but those closest to him knows.  He is black and he is blue.  He has one thing that he will fight for and do whatever it takes to protect, that being Brooke Dumas. 

In Real and Mine we got Brooke’s POV.  In Remyit is all in Remy’s POV.  We get too see what Remy was thinking, feeling, wanting and needing from the start. 

I absolutely loved Remy, more than the other books hands down.  I connected with Remy more than I have with Brooke.  Remy is more than just a fighter who is not only fighting in an underground MMA fight, he is fighting to stay Blue, fighting to prove to Brooke that she is the one thing in his life that means the most to him.  His music centers him, it is how he expresses himself to Brooke and tells her how he feels with songs. 

I loved seeing how from the moment he laid eyes on Brooke he knew she was the one he had to have.  Remy is omg sexy beyond words.  He is protective, sweet, caring, and sex on 2 legs and he only has eyes for Brooke.  Seeing the events that happened between him and Brooke in his POV made me love him even more than I did prior to reading Remy.  Remy deserves his happiness and he finally gets it with Brooke.

I am addicted to this series, each book is like a fix for my addiction.  I am anxiously awaiting the next book in this series, like a drug addict is needing his next hit.  I hope that in the future books we will get more of Remy’s POV because I for one could not get enough of this sexy fighter.

During Real and Mine we got to meet Remy. He’s hot, he’s sexy, he’s fierce, he’ bipolar. We watch him when he’s high and when he’s low. We watch it all through Brooke’s eyes.

Now, we get the story from Remy. We get to see and hear what’s going on in Remy’s mind. How he feels, what he’s thinking, how he suffers. Finally. We get the other side of the story.
I was so excited to get this story. I wanted it. I wanted to read it. I wanted inside Remy’s head, and I got it.
It was fascinating to see all of this through Remy’s eyes. Hearing his thoughts, hearing how he was suffering for Brooke, for someone to love him, for someone to find him worthy. Hearing how he handled things and how he tried to keep calm added a new depth to the first two stories. It was also comforting to hear how Brook centered Remy and helped calm the voices, calm the “speedy” and help him through the black.
My only complaint is I didn’t get to hear everything I wanted. I felt there were some really important parts that were not covered in this book. There were pieces in the first two books that I wanted from Remy’s POV. How did he handle being apart from her? I wanted more from that.

I’m really glad I read Remy. It added some pieces of the puzzle and made a more complete picture.

“REMY! REMY! REMY! REMY!” people yell.

Their chants grow in intensity while her startled golden eyes devour me like I’m devouring her.

“You want more Remy?” the announcer happily asks the crowd. “All right then, people! Let’s bring out a worthier opponent for Remington Riptide Tate tonight!”

Hell, they can bring out anything they want, man or monster.

I’m so primed, I could take a couple at once.

In my peripherals, I’ve got her pinned down, nice and tight. In that frilly shirt. Those body-hugging pants. I’ve already cataloged her at about a 120 pounds and five feet seven, at least a head shorter than me. In my head, I’m already measuring her breasts in my hands and tasting her skin with my tongue. Suddenly, I notice she whispers something to her friend, rises to her feet, and takes off down the aisle.

“And now, to challenge our reigning champion, ladies and gentlemen, is Parker ‘the Terror’ Drake!”

I stare in disbelief as she walks off, and a knot coils tight around my gut as the rest of my body tightens in preparation to chase.

The crowd comes alive as Parker takes the ring, and all I can do is watch her leave my arena while every molecule in my body screams at me to go get her.

The bell rings, and I don’t play the little feinting and waiting game that me and my opponents always do. I stare into Parker’s face and give him a look that says, Sorry, dude, and go straight for the slam and knock him down.

He falls splat and doesn’t move.

The crowd is stunned into silence. The announcer takes a moment to speak as I wait, frustrated as fuck, my heart pounding in anticipation as I wait for Parker to stay down and the counting to begin.

It begins.

Come on, motherfuckers . . .

I’m fucking winning the championship this year and I won’t be disqualified . . .

Just call it a knockout and let her hear . . .


“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 off the ring and—where the hell are you going?

The crowd goes crazy as I land on my feet on the aisle and their screams follow me all the way to the lobby. They are screaming for me while my body is screaming for me to catch her. “Riptide! Riptide!”

My heart pumps like crazy. She’s walking fast, but I’m fucking running. Every one of my senses demand I chase, capture, and have this girl. I grab her wrist and spin her around.

“What the—” she gasps, her eyes wide in shock.

She’s so beautiful my lungs freeze. Smooth forehead, long lashes with spiky tips—those gold eyes, that dainty nose, and those marshmallow lips. I need to taste that like yesterday. My mouth waters as a wild, primitive hunger opens up inside me.

“Your name,” I growl. Her wrist is tiny in my hand, fragile, but I’m not about to let go. Oh, no.

“Uh, Brooke.”

“Brooke what?” I snap, tightening my hold.

Her scent works me into a lather. I need to find the source of that scent. The back of her ears? Her hair? Her neck?

She tries to pry her hand free but I tighten my hold because she’s not going anywhere but my bedroom.

“It’s Brooke Dumas,” a voice behind me says, and then the crazy friend who was with her throws off a number, which my idiot brain doesn’t grasp, for I’m still hung up on her name.

Brooke Dumas.

My lips curl as I meet that pretty gold gaze. “Brooke Dumas,” I say gruffly out loud, slow and deep, my tongue twisting around the name as I savor it. Such a strong, classy fucking name.

Her eyes widen in shock—and she gives me a hungry, doe-eyed look that lets me see she’s a little excited but a little afraid.

It makes me crazed. I need to touch, smell, taste, claim. I burn with the need to tell her she should be afraid of me, and at the same time, all I want is to pet my hand down her long hair and promise her I’ll be her protector.

Yielding to the impulse, I slide my fingers into the nape of her neck, fighting to be gentle so that she won’t run, while only one thought remains in my head: Take. Her.

My gaze never leaving hers, I set a dry kiss on her lips, slowly, trying not to scare her, but just so she knows who I am, and who I will be for her.

“Brooke,” I say against her soft lips, then I draw back with a smile. “I’m Remington.”

Her eyes meet mine, and they’re metallic gold and liquid with something I recognize as wanting. My smile fades as I look down at her mouth again. It’s so pink and soft I bend my head to take it even more deeply. My blood rushes through my veins as her scent drowns me. I want this woman. I can’t wait one more second without tasting her, taking her.

One second she’s warm and trembling in my arms, quietly tipping her head back for more, and the next, the crowd engulfs us and some fucking lunatic is screaming in my ear.


Brooke Dumas seems to snap into motion and quickly squirms free.

“No.” I reach out to snatch up a piece of her white shirt. But she and her friend wind through the throng like wiggly, little bunnies, and I’m in the crowd stuck with two fans who—

Riptide, my god, please let me touch your cock.”

“Riptide, you can take us both together!”

As they rub their hands down my abs, I think, FUCK! and pry their arms away, then I charge after her. When I reach the elevator, the gate is shut and I hear her noisily ascending up to street level.



Growling in anger, I slam my palm to the closed door, then dodge an incoming group of fans and bulldoze my way back into the locker room.

I don’t know if I’m angry, frustrated, or . . . I don’t know. Where the fuck is she going? She was looking up at me like she wanted me to eat her; I don’t even understand fucking females and never fucking will. Scowling as I charge to get my stuff, I slam my fist into a locker.

“Take care of your knuckles, Tate!” Coach snaps as he gathers all my things into a red duffel.

I loathe being told what to do. So I slam my other fist into another locker and dent it like I did the first, then I glare at the old man and grab my headset, my iPod, and a sports drink. Following my crew out to our Escalade, I’m pissed as fuck at myself for letting her go. I try saving her number on my phone, at least the few numbers I remember.

“That KO was unbelievable, dude, you knocked him down within three seconds!” Riley says, laughing.

I stare out the window at the lights of Seattle and tap my fingers on my knee.

“All right, so what was that all about? Are we going to discuss the elephant in the car?” asks Pete from up front. “The one with the long hair? You seemed hell-bent in chasing, Rem?”

“I want her watching my next fight.” The car falls silent when they realize I’m fiercely hung up on her.

Pete sighs. “All right, I’ll see what I can do. We also got you a couple of girls.”

“A good assortment,” Riley adds. “A blonde, a brunette, and a redhead.”

And as soon as we get up to the suite, there they are. They’re waiting for me. Three girls with different-colored hair, waiting in next-to-nothing clothes, ready to fuck the Riptide.
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 and Giveaway: Mine by Katy Evans

“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.

Our Reviews:
 If you haven’t already read Real, (seriously WTF are you waiting for if you haven’t, this is Remington “Riptide” Tate we are talking about here people and OMG his is freaking hot), you need to read it first so that you understand Remy and his relationship with Brooke.  Mine is the continuation of the story between Remy and Brooke.
I fell in love with Remington “Remy” Tate when I read Real, and I think I love Remy even more now.  He is even sexier in Mine, in my opinion.  There is just something about an alpha male doing what has to be done to protect what’s his that makes him so sexy in my eyes.   Remy didn’t give up and fought hard to protect Brooke, even when doing so kept them apart.  Remy went black but he fought his way back to blue.  Remy continues to fight off anything and anyone who may risk what he has with Brooke.
Brooke, well what can I say about Brooke besides you screwed up, you left him, you cannot keep throwing things in his face when you left him.  I did feel bad for Brooke during these times though, especially when she finds out Remy was black during the time they were apart because she knows what he used to do before they got together.  When Brooke finds out something big, it changes everything between her and Remy and things will never be the same.
I liked Mine and am looking forward to reading Remy’s POV in Remywhich releases soon as well.  Mine will make you pull out your hair at times and it will also make you want to find your own Remy at others.  It is more emotional than Real because of the new “fights” Remy will have to face in life.  I really do want a Remy of my own, now where to find one hmmmm.
Remy and Brooke’s story continues on in Mine. And what a story it is. Remy continues to fight both in the ring and out of it. He’s fighting for everything.
This is a hard review for to write. I love Remy and Brooke. They have a romantic story that tugs at your heartstrings. We have a man, Remy, who was abandoned by the very people that were supposed to love him above all others. They left him and he loved to learn on his own. He defined what love is to him. In some ways it’s obsessive and overbearing, but it’s out of fear of losing that which he loves that causes it. Add in his bipolar and you’ve got a powder keg waiting to go off.
Then we have Brooke. Her upbringing was slightly different than most peoples. She was training to be an Olympic athlete. Because of injuries she never got that far. But, she’s made peace with it and moved on. Her parents love her but they can be a bit difficult.
When circumstances change Brooke and Remy’s relationship, it’s actually Remy that takes the more responsible position. I really wanted to smack Brooke on the head. She was being immature and irresponsible.  There were actually several times I wanted to smack Brooke.
I also got irritated with Brooke as she I felt the only thing she could talk about was how everyone was staring at Remy (he’s a famous boxer and he’s hot, of course they’re staring), how ripped he was (he trains 8 hours a day, he’s ripped), how girls fawn all over him (see above), etc. It was repetitive to me. I also got irritated at Brooke as she kept harping on Remy being with other girls after she left him. It was reminiscent of Rachel and Ross in Friends. “We were on a BREAK!” I’m not sure what she expected. She knew when he was black he wanted a LOT of sex and touching. He’s not himself when he’s black. And, they were BROKEN UP! SHE LEFT HIM!!
Now, the saving grace of this book was Remy. He stood proud and tall. He stood up for what he wanted and he didn’t back down. He was willing to do what it took to make sure those he loved were safe. He made hard decisions and did what had to be done.
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 about books in progress, look me up on the Internet, I’d love to hear from you!

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ARC Review: REAL by Katy Evans

Oh Laaaaaadies!

Be prepared for the MADNESS and SEDUCTION of Remington “Riptide” Tate!
You ever come across a book and you get IT? IT being THE moment, the attraction, the chemistry, the connection, the story, the emotions, and the love?
THE moment…

“Your name,” he growls, panting, his eyes wild on mine.

“Uh, Brooke.”
“Brooke what?” he snaps out, his nostrils flaring.
“It’s Brooke Dumas,”
His lips curl and he meets my gaze. “Brooke Dumas.” He just fucked my name right in front of me. <—-That was a hook line and sinker for me.

The attraction is instant with our two characters, Brooke and Remington or Remy. They first meet at an MMA event where Remy is going to fight. Brooke tags along with her best friend, Mel, who has a crush on Remy. 
Brooke is instantly attracted to Remy when she sees him. I mean, how can you not be? He has dark hair, blue-eyes, a tattooed muscled body and dimples going for him. After their moment, she’s hesitant to do anything with him because of his reputation. 
And what is his reputation? You guessed it…a manwhore.

The chemistry is off the chain! I literally swooned with the way Remy kisses. Have you ever had goosebumps that made your nipples pucker up? TMI? Well shit, that’s what his kisses will do to you! No joke. No lie. His touches will leave you breathless and when they FINALLY get together, cause it takes a while for them to, it will leave you panting with a smile on your face.

And then you’ll think to yourself…Damn, Remy, just damn.
Love their bonding moments, and call me crazy, but I love the way he always smells her. At the neck people, get your mind out of the gutter!
The connection… I saw it thru Remy’s eyes even though we don’t get his POV. Brooke is his. His to love, to protect, to do what he can to make her happy. He has his moments where he can be an ass, but the further along you read the more you’ll understand him.
REAL is a unique story. I would say why, but then I’d spoil the secret for you. You get why he is and why he does/did as his “outlet”.  The other characters in the book really make the story as well. They’ll make you laugh and they’ll teach you how loyal friends can be thru difficult circumstances.
The emotions are plentiful! Remy holds back a lot with Brooke cause of his secret. He’s afraid that it might drive her away from him. He may not say a lot with words but he says plenty with the music he shares with Brooke. That’s where you get most of his emotions from. The author did a terrific job with the song selections. 
Another favorite line…
He wants to be my real, not my adventure.
Final thoughts…
Read the book. I promise you will not be disappointed. PLUS, and it’s a HUGE plus…there are NO cliffhangers!!!!!! Hooray!! Katy Evans is an author who made a fan out of me. I will be checking out more of her work in the future.

Author Interview, Exclusive & Giveaway: REAL by Katy Evans

Hey Katy, this is Amanda from My Secret Romance. Thank you for taking the time for an interview today. Can you tell us about yourself?
Hi Amanda, thanks so much for having me over and for taking the time to read and review me!
About me? Hmm. How can I make myself sound more interesting than I am? 🙂
Okay, so, I’m wife to the love of my life and have been so for seventeen years, and we have the two most amazing children, a daughter and a son who are my everything! I struggle a bit with my health so I am also very disciplined in what I eat and try to stay healthy and stress-free. I love writing, reading, cooking, am definitely addicted to chocolate and to music.
Who is Remington “Riptide” Tate?
Remington is a fallen boxer who now fights in the Underground. He is a fighter physically, and also, mentally and emotionally. He is my HERO. I admire the hell out of this man. When I first “met” him at the start of REAL, I swear I never imagined how deeply he would make Brooke and I fall in love with him. But he has such a compelling force, it was just inevitable!
Visually, I love the description of Remy. Do you have an actor/model in mind when you wrote about him?
Curiously, I didn’t! He came to me unique in all his Remington Tate sexiness, and now I have had tons of trouble to try to find a picture of “REMY” to show all the fans. He is so unique, I can’t find the perfect REMY anywhere!
Where did the idea for the book come from?
I had always, always, wanted to write Remington. He’s been in my head for a long time, like a mash up of every sexy hero I have ever read, only even more loveable because he’s also special. Alpha, strong, driven, sexy as hell, a fighter in both body and mind, you can’t help but love Remington to pieces!
If you were to pick a few lines from the book that are your favorite, which ones would they be?
Oh I have a lot. Two, at least, are:
He just fucked my name right in front of me. – Brooke
When I take you, you’ll be mine. – Remington
What was your favorite chapter (or part) to write and why? Were there any difficult parts?
The first chapter was fantastic to write because that’s when both Brooke and Remington came alive for me, and the rest of the book just flew. I’ve never been so fevered. I felt like the Universe was giving me this precious gift of a story to share with the world, and I got to be the lucky person who sat down to tell it.
What does Remy see in Brooke?
This is something we will get to experience on a more personal level when we are in Remy’s head instead of Brooke’s (in his POV book which is currently in the works and scheduled for summer). But I love the connection they share, the kind many of us don’t find in a lifetime. Brooke was a little more shocked than Remy when they first meet, but Remington instantly knew. He saw her and he felt the magnetic pull that he’d never felt before and that made him wildly chase after her. Remington is a man that doesn’t listen to anything but his gut. And he knew, without a doubt, she was his.
Are you working on anything other books at the moment? What can we expect from you in the future?
I am working on Remington’s POV book, REMY, and also on Brooke and Remington’s sequel, MINE.
 Is any of REAL based on real life events?
No. It is purely fiction, even though Remington and Brooke are very alive to me.
While reading the book, I saw that you mentioned Whataburger and I thought to myself, is she a fellow Texan? Isn’t their ketchup and fries the best?!
Amanda! Yes! Yes absolutely! And you see, this was a little mistake of mine that will not end up making it to publishing. Apparently they don’t have a Whataburger in Chicago. It’s so crazy. My husband thinks there should be Whataburgers everywhere, but there you have it. So now, they’re going to have to go to Popeye’s and then McDonald’s, hah. 🙂
Not a question, but I applaud and want to say a HUGE thank you for not leaving your book with a cliffhanger. Those cliffhangers which have become very often in my reading material have been grating on my nerves. So THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!! And also thank you for bringing Remy into my world. 🙂
Amanda, thank YOU for taking the time to read and review REAL. I hope you had a great time with it! And I second the cliffhangers starting to drive me crazy as well. REAL will have a sequel, as there are still tons of little things I wanted to explore and address with Brooke and Remy, but it can also act as a standalone, so I’m just happy about that.  
Here is an exclusive sneak peek of Remy and what his kisses are like. 🙂

He comes into the room carried on the shoulders of four guys. My heart stutters. He’s got this big smile on his face, cocky Remy to the tenth power, high on his wins, and the women scream, high on him. “Remy! Remyyyy!”
“That’s right, who’s the man?” he shouts, and pounds his fists on his chest. I laugh, completely sucked in, mesmerized and enchanted by him. The aura he emanates makes him blaze like a sun tonight. If right now he says he can fly, I think we’d all believe him. Everyone present seems magnetized by him, helplessly gravitating to where he is. He spots me, and his smile softens and his eyes alight with a strange, hungry, and somehow glowing look. 
He hops down to his feet and beckons me forward, and the crowd parts to let me pass. He smiles at me, and his dancing blue eyes hold mine as he slowly walks forward and meets me halfway. He lifts me in his powerful arms and swings me around, and then he kisses me.
The instant he takes my lips, fireworks shoot off in my body.
All the pent-up desire of days and weeks adds up to this one moment when everything that I am, and everything that I want, is narrowed down to this. To me, pulling Remington Tate’s dark head closer to mine as I open my mouth and let him give me anything and everything he wants to.
His kiss spins my stomach into a wild swirl. He holds me tightly by the hips and deftly moves his lips as he rubs his tongue to mine. A rumble vibrates deep in his core as he gathers me closer and forces me to feel his erection, all while he angles his head and fucks my mouth like there’s no tomorrow.
People whoot loudly nearby, and when they tell him to “Go fuck that pussy!” Remy tears free. He breathes harshly through his nose as he drags his mouth to my ear, where he whispers, hot and gruff, “You’re mine tonight.”
A fevered moan escapes me. He cups my face in those big hands that make me feel fragile and tiny, and he hungrily recaptures my mouth. He takes it slowly this time, as if I’m precious and valuable. “Tonight you’re mine.”
He looks into my face again, his eyes seething with desire. I think I just nodded in agreement, but I’m too shaky to know for sure. A sweltering fever runs unleashed through me. My legs won’t stop trembling as every one of my cells scream in lust because I want him now. I want him now.
“Remy, I want you, take me!” a woman shouts, but he ignores her, ignores everything. But me.
His eyes dark and intent, he scrapes the sides of my face with the pads of his big, callused thumbs, then spreads his fingers wide over my scalp as he kisses me again, our mouths hot and wet as they blend, thirsty and anxious. I grip the soft gray of the t-shirt he wears in my fists, dying with sensations. I don’t even care who’s watching, am oblivious to the crude things they’re whistling. I hadn’t realized how much I want this, need this, until these shivers ripple through me and I’m in a flux under his insistent sexy mouth, the look in his eyes that makes me feel like I’m the only woman alive to him.
“Take her to your room, Tate!” someone yells. But he seems engrossed only in me, and me in him.

Holding me protectively in his strong arms, he brushes my hair back as his lips buzz along the bare curve between my neck and collar, his fingers sliding up my neck as he once again, like a chant, nuzzles my ear and tells me, “Mine. Tonight.”

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