He’s not the guy you date. He’s the one night stand.
You’d think the man who sends hot looks my way, who called me succulent, would want to strip me to my skin and spread me out on his bed like every other woman in Chicago.
Except he passed on my offer….
Just like I once did on his.
He’s wary, like I am.
He’s broken, like I am.
And everyone knows two broken parts can’t ever make a whole.
So I try to distract myself. I’m back to dating.
Tahoe and I are strictly friends. He doesn’t think my new beau is good enough, but to him, no man is good enough for me. Especially Tahoe himself.
But the more time Tahoe and I spend around each other, the more confused I feel.
I'm trying to open myself to love.
But I'm quickly realizing that the only man I want is stubborn, cocky, unattainable playboy Tahoe Roth.
The one your mother warned you about. The one my body craves. The only one who will surely break my heart.
BOOK REVIEW:
I love me some Katy Evans reads. I love the cover of Ladies Man. Tahoe is so preeetty.
I was a bit of a cover whore when it came to choosing this book to read. I admit that.
I am gonna be honest and say, the first 2/3rds of this book was slow. Everything was a slow burn.
Sexual tension and inner monologuing of thoughts for another man, when you have a boyfriend kinda made me feel bad for Trent. Trent shouldn’t have even been in the story because Gina’s mind really wasn’t interested in him. He was a placeholder.
The last third was sigh-worthy.
I had trouble with both lead characters in the first chunk and dammit I didn’t want to have trouble with Tahoe.
No I didn’t!
I understand this series is called Manwhore for a reason. The lads are manwhores before they are tamed or glued back together…but…gahhhhh!
Tahoe, man, you were a little too much for me at times and I should not say that out loud as this is a KATY EVANS book.
“Look, I’ve probably got a shit-ton of girls still back at my place. I really don’t feel like playing the player tonight.”
Dude! Really? Now I know you are a pretty Viking specimen, but…really. Shit-ton?
Gina's character I needed more about why she would be the one for Tahoe and vice versa. Gina didn’t have a lot of depth to her character, for me.
I loved the lacrosse side to the story, no matter how small it was. It’s a sport here in Australia we don’t hear enough about. I know it’s big in US as my hubs half sister’s kids, all three of them got scholarships in US, due to lacrosse and they are Aussies.
I am so glad I read until the end because I got me TAHOE how I wanted him to be. I understand there has to be angst in this type of read and build-up, but I was having trouble liking him and I wanted to like him.
It's still a solid four star read for me... that's not a bad thing.
I still can’t help thinking that they might need to now move to another far away state so Gina doesn’t keep bumping into all his previous lays because that would start to wear thin after a while.
Yup as the tag says on the front of the cover, ‘The man you mother warned you about.’
*looks back at cover*
Well, that would explain it. It's Franggy Yanez with blue eyes.
Details: Paperback from Publisher for Honest review, 354 Pages
RATING: 4.5 SAINT STARS!!
Blurb: Goodreads
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?
BOOK REVIEW by Michelle:
I haven’t read any Katy Evans in a while so I was sure pleased to receive a copy of Manwhore to grab onto and escape inside. Thank you Simon & Schuster.
Malcolm Kyle Preston Logan Saint is a great character. He is what readers fantasize about.
Wealthy, intelligent, loves women but you want to be THE ONE. He has friends from before he was the man he is now who treat him like one of the guys even though he is so much more. He has the driver (Otis) who will be there when he clicks his fingers, you will find yourself on a yacht, in his ridiculously cool apartment, you will have toe curling sex.
BUT!
What happens when you don’t hold up the two things Saint holds above love?
Let’s talk characters now.
Saint is a given, he definitely has me reaching for book 2 when it is released. I really liked how Saint’s character layers were peeled back and how Rachel voiced her little discoveries.
Rachel is a little interesting and she grew on me.
Gina has some major male hang ups.
Wynn is looking for a guy, at least.
Tahoe is a lot like a mischievous college guy, but he’s not. I’m not sure actually what Tahoe and Callan do for a crust but they certainly are like wingmen calling dibs, they kinda remind me of two surfer dudes, without being surfer dudes.
Cliffhanger I hear people hollering...I don’t think so, personally. A lot of readers when they hear the word 'cliffie' they start worrying about waiting for a couple books to be released before they can cope with a cliffie.
I think it was quite foreseeable what was going to happen when you have a character like ??? in the mix.
Manwhore makes me wanna get back into the Real series and finish it off sooner than later.
I give this one a solid 4.5 stars. The kissing scenes were superbly hot and tummy tingling sexy . Saint made my lips feel like they were being kissed.
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.
REMINGTON TATE
RIPTIDE
RIP
REMY
ALPHA MALE
FIGHTER
COMPLICATED
BRILLIANT CHARACTER
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.
Grrrrr.....
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.
OMG!!
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.
