~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.
~About Author~
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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~Review~
Again, nothing bad I can say about MINE. Katy Evans has
done it again, this time the emotions were running wild I tell you. Brooke
& Remy’s story isn’t only about how sexy he is or the fantabuluos sex they
have, it speaks volume about what lengths you go for the person you love.
Brooke sees more in Remy than he sees in himself. She have come to learn certain
things about him being bipolar I & even though he see himself has this
monster that is weak & should be unloved, that’s not what she sees & it
will grip your heart with how much love these two have for one another. Ok now
to the naughty part, the sex scenes, good Lord they were steaming hot life
fucking lava. I won’t give away much, but there are a lot of reveals this time
around. Also I hate to say it, but at some point in the book Brooke was making
me so mad because she was being very irrational. My dear fans of Katy Evans you
are going be hellah pleased trusted me when I say this, great book.
~Teaser~
When he finally fills the threshold with those magnificently broad shoulders and that beautiful eight-pack, rivulets of water still slide from his hair, down his throat, to his chest and down to the towel draped around those narrow hips. My breath goes. I can see he’s run a towel over his head and his dark hair is standing up and spiked, those blue eyes shining greedily as he makes sure I’m on the bed as he left me. Suddenly all the love and painful jealousy I feel rushes through my bloodstream like lightning.
He steps in without removing his gaze from me, and I pull open my towel to watch his face harden and his eyes flash as he takes me in, completely naked.
He reaches for his towel and strips it away, and my airway constricts when I see his large erection bobbing heavily as he comes to bed and uses another towel to gently dry my wet hair.
“I’m rubbing you down with oils first,” I warn in a breathless whisper as he finishes.
Smiling devilishly, he tosses the towel aside, grabs the arnica oil I was reaching for, and tosses it onto the carpet to join it, then he brushes my wet hair back, his eyes weighted as he cups the back of my head and lowers his head to mine. “Rub my tongue with yours.”
He parts his mouth on mine, and our breaths mingle, and a delicious shiver runs through me as his lips pull me apart and our tongues flick out.
“Your lip,” I breathe, so he’s careful.
He playfully nips me and brushes my tongue with his again, rubbing a little harder and driving me insane. “Your lip,” I moan, squirming needily beneath him.
He draws back. Then, torturously slow, he caresses the backs of my legs, awakening a thousand and one tingles.
“Remington, your lip . . .” I protest when I see the cut bleeding again, and I reach out to catch a drop of blood with my finger.
“Shh . . .” His tongue flashes out, and he licks and sucks my finger, then he lets go and watches me with those violently tender blue eyes as he trails his fingers up the backs of my legs to stroke my buttocks.
My breasts rise and fall as he runs his fingers up my legs, then he possessively cups my ass. “Are you turned on by this?” he asks.
“Yes.”
He slides his hands to the backs of my knees, down my calves, then slowly back up until I’m dissolving into my bones and dying.
“How turned on are you?” he asks softly, settling a kiss on my stomach.
“I have to put something on that lip again,” I breathe. A thousand flames lick my body as I sit up and reach with trembling hands for my salve and manage to press some to his cut.
He presses a kiss to my fingertip, and I close my eyes as a bolt of pleasure arrows through me. “Remy . . .” I say, melting.
“Lie back down,” he tells me. Dizzy with anticipation, I do as I’m told.
“Don’t kiss me, Remington,” I warn.
He whispers roughly, “Fix me up later.”
A shudder courses through me as he caresses my sex, briefly opening my lips with his thumb while, at the same time, he ducks to slide his tongue across the tip of one nipple.
I buck a little, mewing, and he laughs softly as he licks my other nipple, tonguing it, playing with it, before covering it with his hot, wet mouth and sucking.
He runs his hands up my body, growling, “God, Brooke. You knot me up and tear me open. You’re getting me in you now.”
~Giveaway~
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