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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Author Spotlight and Review: Beneath the Surface by M.A. Stacie (And Jerk of My Dreams #24)

Kyran Reese is a man in control. Driven when it comes to work, focused when it comes to play. From his office to the chalk circle of Metro’s bare-knuckle boxing ring, his only thought is to win. That thirst heightens when Dale Porter enters his life. His brother’s assistant should be off-limits, but her witty comments and sarcastic comebacks have him desperate to get her between the sheets. After receiving an unexpected left hook, Kyran gets exactly what he wants, though he makes the rules very clear.
When Dale agrees to Kyran’s relationship stipulation of no labels, she’s sucked into a whirlwind of lust, money, and underground boxing.  The agreement to keep their lust away from the office is discarded when rules are molded to suit their ever-increasing attraction. Dale fights her growing affection, trying to hide it even when the world around them spirals out of control. All too soon she realizes she can’t hide her true feelings any longer.
Kyran begins to wonder if he’s finally met his match, and with his family falling apart before his eyes, he turns to the two things he knows will keep him sane: boxing and Dale. Those crutches can’t last forever, and when Kyran finds it harder to function he is left with a decision he never thought he’d have to make.

Could playing to win mean playing for keeps?

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Jerk. Asshole. Douchenozzle. Admit it- you hate to love the jerks. That alpha male character who is so arrogant and rude but sexy as hell. That foul mouthed douche bag of a man who rocks your traitorous heart. We’ve all read them and we’ve all liked them to some extent. In real life you wouldn’t touch the man with a ten foot pole. But in the fictional world? Nothing can stand in the way! Everyone would be lying to themselves if they didn’t admit that the meaner the man, the further we run… Towards them! *sigh* 

That’s what this weekly meme is about- those jerky delicious men! Each Friday this meme will go up, and you can share your jerk anyway you want: review, interview, lines and quotes, giveaway of a book. However you want! All you have to do is sign up 
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HOT! HOT! HOT! I loved this book. The story was hot, Kyran is hot, the sex was hot. Basically, it was hot!
Kyran is not your typical millionaire CEO. He has a secret. Only Dale has discovered that secret. Not only does she know his secret, she doesn’t put up with his crap. She gives as good she gets. He’s used to getting his way, but then so is Dale.
I like the idea of the millionaire getting the girl. They can do things no one else can. It makes the fantasy more fun to me. Of course, they’re alpha men and most of the time they’re jerks. Yep. Jerks. Well guess what? Kyran is a jerk too. But he is redeemable. He has his faults, but when it comes to Dale, he just can’t help it!
When Dale and Kyran fall into a sex-only relationship, you know it won’t stay that way. Kyran insists on “no labels”. However, by not labeling something, you’re labeling it. Men are so dumb sometimes! Dale refuses to be used by Kyran, so she stands up to him. She’s also brave enough to walk away when she needs to.
Kyran has more familial issues to work through than you could ever imagine. Of course Dale sees them. Well, at least some of them. Not only does she have her eyes open, she’s not afraid to call Kyran on the carpet for it.
One of the most refreshing things about this story? Dale has been hurt. We all have. But Dale didn’t let that stop her from enjoying life and having fun. She didn’t hold her past lovers faults against Kyran. She didn’t put those jerks past sins on him.

There was so much to love about this story and I think love it all! Not only is it a great story, it was a quick read. We had the right amount of angst, drama, loving and hot smexy scenes!

What gets you in the mood to write, both normal and sexy scenes.  Do you have any rituals you go through to get in the writing zone?
In truth, my life is far too busy to have a ritual. I have so little writing time that when I see an opening I have to get writing.
I have three boys, a day job and have had a few races booked this year, so much of my time was needed to run. I will snatch up whatever time I can grab to write. I carry my notebook everywhere and scribble away whenever I can.
When I first started writing I had to have a few beers before I could write anything remotely sexy.  I needed the alcohol to break down my inhibitions. I laugh at that now, because just last week I wrote an entire sex scene while my 6 year old was having his swimming lesson. I didn’t care if anyone was reading over shoulder. Their questions would certainly have started an interesting conversation.
Most of the time I do my writing after my boys have gone to bed. I don’t have anything fancy like a desk or a workstation. I have my knee, my laptop and I’ll either be listening to music, watching the TV, or trying to talk to my husband. I supposed I learned very early on that I would rarely get the luxury of time devoted solely to write. Maybe that’ll happen as the boys get older.
Whenever I’m not busy in my day job I’ll get some writing in, or at least get a few ideas down on paper to refer to. 
I suppose my ritual is simply switching into author mode.  I notebook and pen will always help me to do that. Especially if the pen is pink.

M.A. Stacie xx

Author Bio:
M. A. Stacie is never without a book or her eReader. A voracious reader, with a love of sexy, yet angst ridden novels, she adores getting lost in new worlds. Her need to write did not grip her until after her second son was born, when her previous rambles became fully fledged stories.

She describes herself as one huge contradiction, and though not the most conventional of hobbies, she counts getting new tattoos as one of hers. Along with knitting, listening to loud music, and playing the Wii with her children. M. A. Stacie lives in the UK with her husband and three sons.