Book Title: Remy
Author: Katy Evans
Date of Publication:
November 26, 2013
Publisher: Gallery Books
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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.
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.
In the beginning we are met with the present of Brooke and Remy. Throughout the story, we are sent back to the past and re-lived some of the moments from the first book of the series. This brought back the memories of when I first experienced Real which feels like so many moons ago now lol. I didn't mind the past and present scenario but is certainly help to explain and answers remaining questions behind his choices when he first met Brooke but also behind his decisions and his nemesis Scorpion.
Overall I thought it gave us a good en site into the mind of such a powerful, uncontrollable, possessed man who loves his beautiful lady. I am a Huge fan of this series and cant wait to read the remaining 2 books of the series. These two will be about Brooke's friend's Pandora & Melanie.
*4 SASSY REMY STARS*
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We go toe-to-toe. I feint and Hammer
swings, opening his side. So I jab his ribs, feel the satisfying punch race up
my arm, and we bounce apart. Hammer is stupid in the head. He falls for all my
feints and never covers right. I ram him hard enough to make him bounce on the
ropes and drop to his knees. He shakes his head and hops to his feet after a
moment. I love this. My heart pumps
slowly. My every muscle knows where to move, what to do, where to send my
power—right from my center, up my chest, shoulder, down the length of my arms,
to the tips of my fucking knuckles that hit with the force of a charging bull.
I take him down, and then I do the
same with the next foe. And the next.
A powerful energy takes over me as I
fight, and I fight knowing that Brooke Dumas watches me. If there’s anything in
my head other than winning, it’s that I want her to think inside that lovely
round head of hers that she has never, ever,
seen a man like me.
By the time the tenth guy falls,
sweat coats my chest, and as the ringmaster raises my arm, I’m anxious to see
the look in her eyes. I want to see that she liked it, that she—like everyone
else in this room—thinks I’m the shit. Our eyes lock, my gut goes hard and
twisted and wild with desire, and I smile at her as I try to catch my breath.
When the ringmaster releases my arm,
I cross the ring, jump over the cord, and land in the aisle, watching her part
her lips in shock as I come over.
People go crazy when I go outside
the ring, and they’re losing their shit right now.
The whole room screams with their
applause and cheers. And I know they all can see where my gaze rests and where
I’m headed.
“Kiss his
heart out, woman!”
“You don’t
deserve him, you bitch!”
“You go,
girl!”
I smile down at this woman who has
stolen my thoughts, and as I wonder if she wants me to, she looks pleadingly up
at me, almost begging me not to kiss
her here. My blood simmers as I remember her lips on mine, but it won’t be
happening again.
Not until you’re ready, Brooke
Dumas.
I bend to her and scent her hair,
whispering at her temple, “Sit tight. I’ll send someone over for you.”
I back off before I lose it, and
climbing up into the ring, I steal one last look at her. My chest does all
kinds of strange things when our eyes lock.
“Riptide,
people!” the announcer screams.
The yells feed me. I suck them in
with a smile, full of pride and satisfaction. I can see in every one of these
people’s eyes that I’m the man. But I want to see it in her eyes. That. I’m.
The Man.
The man who wants to be hers.
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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