Title: REAL
Author: Katy Evans
Release date: April 9, 2013
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Age Group: Mature New Adult/ Adult
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Book Description:
A fallen boxer. A woman with a broken dream. A competition… IS HE FOR REAL? He 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?
his gaze swings in my direction and crashes onto me. Piercing blue eyes meet mine, and something knots and pulls inside my tummy.
He’s panting, sweaty, his chest rising and falling, a drop of blood at the corner of his lips. And his eyes are glued to me.
Heat spreads under my skin, and the flames lick me all over. I will never admit this to Melanie, not even to myself out loud, but I think I’ve never seen such a hot man in my life. The way he stares at me is hot. The way he stands there, with his hand held in the air, his muscles dropping sweat, the air of authority Mel told me about in the cab.
There’s no apology in his stare. In the way he ignores everyone that’s shouting his name and stares at me with a look that’s so sexual I almost feel taken right here. An awful awareness of the exact way I look to him sweeps over me. My hair loose, the color of mahogany, tumbles to my shoulders. My button-up white shirt is sleeveless, but it goes up my throat in a lacy mock-neck and, and the hem is tucked nicely into a pair of high-waisted, but perfectly presentable black pants. A small set of gold hoop earrings nicely complements my honeyed whiskey eyes. But I feel, despite my decent choice of clothes, completely naked.
My legs wobble, and I’m left with the distinct impression this man wants to pound me next. With his cock. Please, God, I did not just think that, Melanie would. Another tightening in my womb distresses me.
“REMY! REMY! REMY! REMY!” People chant, the chant growing in intensity.
“You want more Remy?” the man with the microphone asks the crowd, and the noise intensifies. “Alright then, people! Let’s bring out a worthier opponent for Remington “Riptide” Tate tonight!”
Another man steps into the ring, and I can’t bear it anymore. My system is on overload. This is probably why it’s not a good idea to forego sex for so many years. Why I might need to start looking into vibrators, so I can go out like a normal human being and appreciate a beautiful man without getting worked up about him.
And I’m so worked up, I can barely talk right, barely even make my legs move as I turn to Mel and tell her I’m going to the restroom.
A voice blares loudly through the speakers while I charge down the wide path between the stands, “And now, to challenge our reigning champion, ladies and gentlemen, is Parker the “Terror” Drake!”
The crowd comes alive, and suddenly I hear an unmistakably hard slam.
I round the corner and resist the urge to look back at what’s causing a sudden commotion. Instead I head straight for the bathroom hall when the speakers flare up again. “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, calling all the way to the lobby, “Riptide! Riptide!” and then they fall completely quiet, as though something unscripted has just happened.
I wonder about the eerie silence when pounding footsteps echo at my back. A warm hand engulfs mine, and the touch frissons through me as I’m spun around with surprising force.
About the Author
Katy Evans writes books with lots of kissing and wanting and sexy dangerous males. She’s married with two children and three dogs and spends her time baking, walking, writing, reading, and having fun with her family. She’d love to hear from you at; authorkatyevansATgmail.com
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I am so anxious to read Real. I love the excerpt!
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ReplyDeleteThis book sounds awesome!! Loved that excerpt. Thanks for sharing!
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