Friday, June 21, 2013


By: Katy Evans
Published By : Gallery Books
Released : Available Now


Blurb: Goodreads

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?

REAL – April 9 2013

Book #1 of The Real, Raw & Ripped Series

Mature New Adult/Adult Contemporary Romance - recommended for ages 18 and up.

And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

BOOK REVIEW by Michelle:

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.









Love, Love, Love, the character Remington.

Katy has written a magnificently, complicated, handful, Alpha male lead. As complicated as he is, he is also such an amazing character with the way he expresses himself through music.

He drags his thumb along my jaw like he’s memorizing it. Ripples shoot across my body, shooting from his thumb straight to my core as he continues caressing my face, all the time watching me with those breathtaking, heartbreaking, beautiful blue eyes as though engrossed. His voice is velvet on my skin. “Until I saw this lovely girl in Seattle, with big gold eyes, and pink, full lips … and I wondered if she could understand me…” My chest heaves at his unexpected words, and when he bends his head closer, his gaze almost asking permission, I border on sensory overload as his scent of soap and shampoo and water cling to my nostrils.

The ache for his touch throbs through me, but instead of reaching for me, he spreads the towel and draws it over my body and gently covers me. His voice is rough with emotion. “I want to say so many things, Brooke, and I just can’t find the words to tell them to you.” He sets his forehead on mine and inhales deeply. Slowly, still breathing me in, he drags his nose along the length of mine. “You tie me up in knots.” He presses my mouth with his. Briefly. Then he withdraws, breathing hard, and looks at me with heavy-lidded eyes. “I want to play you a thousand different songs so you get a clue of what … I feel inside me…”

All he had in terms of comfort those years was his damn headphones. Which is why the guy rarely expresses himself. He just can’t. He’s been too closed off for years.”

Remington isn’t a man of a lot of words. He gets better, but he has a closet full of disappointment at the people who should have loved him, tried better to understand him. Should have tried to save him.

Remington is a world class fighter. The beat the shit out of your opponent type fighter. Scorpion, his nemesis knows what buttons to push. You fight outside of the arena , you are done.

Scorpion is an excellent villain, but at the same time did I want to bitch slap that thug down a peg or two. He commanded obedience, but I would rather suffer the consequences than bow to this fools wim.


He joins in, but I have to say, his laugh is infinitely more bitter than mine. “Don't mistake me for a fuck up like him. I may be fucked up but that guy eats virgins and spits them out like snake vomit.”

Brooke is very suited to Remington’s character. 

Remy is a quiet man. He’s a physical man and yields to his physical instincts, but I don’t think he even knows how to verbalize his emotions very well. I wonder if I’m a little closed off, like Remy too?

Brooke is protective of Remy, she is beginning to understand some of him. She doesn’t want to be the cause of Remy losing a fight, being kicked out.

A shudder of excitement shoots through me as he leans back and looks at me with a lust that is mind-blowing. He catches my wrist and squeezes so tight, I gasp, and he glances down and releases me. “I mean it. Don’t fucking ever do that again.”

“Of course I will do it again. I won’t let you get into trouble.”

I just love him more with every bit that I learn. He’s complicated and complex, a labyrinth I want to lose myself in.

But the sexual tension.


From a man who fights like crazy, arouses me like no other, is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. From the man who plays me sexy music, gives me his t-shirt to sleep in, protects me as fiercely as a lion, and yet won’t take me when I’m naked and trembling in his arms. And suddenly I can’t stand it anymore.

“I like me when I see myself through you, Brooke.”

I loved that Remington was the one holding out. He wanted different. He wanted better than what he was giving himself.

I moan and grip his shoulders with my nails, locking him to me. “Why won’t you take me, Remington?” He groans and pulls me closer.

“Because I want you too much.”

“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 “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!”

This is an enormously ALPHA written character. His character almost walks off the pages. It’s his looks, his presence. He doesn’t have to say much.

He just is.

There’s something incredibly animal about the way he acts around me that brings out the deep-rooted instincts from within.

Lord, he is a predator indeed.

“Because Remington’s got some alpha tendencies.”

He is a training machine. I was exhausted watching him, like seriously disciplined.

He’s an athlete in heart, mind, and body, and it’s incredibly hot to me.

But with Remington....there is a high and there is a deep low.

Remington is bipolar.

Pulling free, I harden my voice. “Look, I don’t know what you’re waiting for, but I won’t be your plaything.”

He grabs me again and brings me close, ducking his head to me. “You’re not a game. But I need to do this my way. My way.”

I get high and low and it’s all about you now, it’s not even about me anymore. I can’t sleep, can’t think, can’t concentrate worth shit anymore and it’s all because I want to be the fucking ‘one’ for you and as soon as you realize what I am, all I’ll be is a fucking mistake!”

“How can you be a mistake? Have you seen you? Have you seen what you do to me? You had me at hello, you fucking asshole! You make me want you until it hurts and then you won’t do shit!”

“Because I’m fucking bipolar! Manic. Violent. Depressive. I’m a fucking ticking time bomb, and if one of my staff messes up when I get another episode, the next person I hurt can be you. I was trying to break this to you as slowly as possible so I could at least stand a chance with you. This shit has taken everything from me. Everything. My career. My family. My fucking friends. If it takes this chance with you, I don’t fucking even know what I’m going to do, but the depression will hit me so deep, I’ll probably end up killing myself!”

Remington is a one man demolition team when he gets all ‘speedy.’

Grief flicks into his eyes again, and he looks haunted, dropping his arm from me. “I hurt everything I touch. I destroy things! That’s the only thing I’m good at. I’ve found whores in my bed I can’t remember bringing back with me, and I’ve tossed them naked out of my hotel room, pissed like hell because I don’t remember what I did. I’ve stolen shit, vandalized shit, woken up in places I don’t even remember getting to…”

Everybody wants a piece of Remington. 

But Remy was the coolest bad boy ever. Everyone wanted a piece of him, especially the women. He’d get them all over him, all day, and even the guys would follow, especially when he’s getting high. Excesses abound when he’s in his beginning black days. Alcohol, women, adrenaline, adventure.”

I liked the sub character’s Riley and Pete. They grew on me. At first I thought they were there for the money, but Pete surprised me.

“Everything bad happens to Remington when he’s black,” Pete adds with a clatter of his empty coffee. “He wakes up and finds he was kicked out of boxing. Last time he bet all his money and woke up to find that if he loses this season, he’ll end up with very little to stand on. Riley and I try to get him in control, but he’s a handful. He’s too strong and too damn stubborn. And now, there’s you. I don’t know if you’re good for him, or the worst kind of Achilles’ heel there is to him. But it’s not our choice, is it? Remington wants you.”

“He suffers greatly, Brooke.

When Remy lets Brooke in, he bumps up the Alpha power wattage.

But as the angry crowd flocks around us, he clenches me tighter to him and ducks to my ear. “Not now, little firecracker.” His voice is low and calm, but the warning instantly makes me stop squirming. Using one arm, he tucks me into his side and shoves us through the throng, his big body bulldozing us through the multitude.

“I won’t let you fucking leave me.”

My throat closes up with emotion, making the words hard to pronounce. “Maybe I won’t want to.”

Pained desperation flashes in his eyes. “Give me a goddamned guarantee. I won’t let you fucking leave me, and you’re going to want to try. I’m going to be difficult and I’m going to be an ass, and sooner or later, you’re going to have fucking enough of me.” 

Shaking my head, I toss my blouse to the floor, then push my skirt down my hips and step out of it. Trembling down to my soul, I stand in only my plain cotton bra and panties, my breasts rising and falling. “I’ll never have enough of you, never.”

He groans, though, like he really likes to squeeze them, and twirls his tongue up my neck. “I’ve wanted to touch you for so long, little firecracker.”

“Protecting you is my privilege. I will protect you and anything that you value as if it were mine.” 

“Ditto,” he says.
“To what?”
His eyes flick up to the other passengers before grabbing my hair and drawing my head down so he can lick my lips side to side with his tongue. “To every lyric.”

A story that is definitely Real, Ripped and Raw. Remington will win your heart.



  1. Remington sounds smoking and don't blame you for wanting a piece of that

    1. Ahh Brandi...he would be a lot of work to live with, it would take a special person, but he is an honest character. He has it in spades:)



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