Book Title: Remy
Author: Katy Evans
Publisher: Gallery Books
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Synopsis
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.
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About Katy Evans
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!
Website: www.katyevans.net
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Email: authorkatyevans@gmail.com
Teaser
“Ladies and gentlemen,
we all remember our crushed souls—our crushed spirits!—when the crowd favorite
lost the championship final last year.”
The crowd boos in
memory, and my throat clogs thinking about how Remy’s broken body had been
carried out of the ring.
“Have no fear, people.
Have no fear!”
“REMY!!!!!!!!!” someone screams.
“Bring
him out already!” another yells.
“Oh, we will. Have no doubt about it, we will,”
the announcer somberly says, painfully drawing it out for the crowd. “After
much speculation and many rumors, it’s completely official. The man is fighting
this season, and he’s taking no
prisoners, people! Here he is, ladies and gentlemen. Here. He. Is! You all know
who I’m talking about?”
The crowd roars, “RIP-TIIIIIIIDE!”
“Who?”
“RIP-TIIIIIIDE!”
“One more time, ’cause I can’t hear you!”
“RIPTIIIIIDE!”
“That’s right, ladies
and gentlemen! Here’s our favorite bad boy with that infamous smile and those
deadly fists, ready to carve R.I.P. into anyone who stands in his way this
year. The one, the only, Remingtoooon Tate, your RIPTIIIIIIIIIDE!!”
Wild excitement rushes through me as
the crowd stands and roars like never before.
“My god, the fans are
thirsty for him,” Pete breathes.
And so am I. My god. So am I.
Across the ring from
me, women are waving panties in the air. Panties! Another lifts a sign that
reads pull me under, riptide!
My mouth is dry, and a
thousand and one winged things flutter in my stomach when I see a flash of red.
And then, he’s closer.
Trotting out of the
walkway and to the ring.
To his ring.
My body enlivens with
sensations as he breaks through the crowd.
Some fans have escaped
their seats and make a grab for him, but he easily shoves his way through the
throng, his face shadowed by the hood of his red satin robe. Remy. My Remy. The
man I love with every ounce of me.
“Riptide,
you put the sex in SEXY!”
“Remy,
I want you to fucking impregnate me!”
He climbs into the ring
with a fluid jump, and then he removes his riptide
robe, slowly, without hurrying. Hundreds of female screams ring in my
ears as he goes to his corner to hand the robe to Riley, his coach’s second.
Riley pats his muscled
back with a smile and tells him something. Remington throws his head back as if
he’s laughing and then takes the center of the ring, spreads his long, ripped
arms out, and starts doing his slow and cocky I-know-you-all-want-to-fuck-me turn.
I’m dying.
I will never, ever, get
used to the sight of him in that ring. My heart whams excitedly into my rib cage
while all my insides pulse with need, and my chest feels like a balloon about
to burst in excitement. Hard, lean, and perfect, he is all dangerous, all
beautiful, and all mine.
My eyes absorb every
inch of what every other woman here is drooling for, and I helplessly let my
gaze run up and down his perfect athletic form. My eyes lovingly caress his tan
and kiss the inky Celtic bands over his biceps. I admire his torso and his
long, strong legs, his sculptured arms, his narrow waist and broad shoulders.
Every muscle in his perfect body is so defined that you would know exactly
where one structure ends and the next begins if you trailed your fingers along
his magnificent form.
And as he turns even
more, I see the washboard abs with eight squares—eight! Yes, it is impossible,
but he’s got them . . . and his face.
Oh god, I can’t even
take it.
The scruffy jaw. The
brilliant blue eyes. The sexy smirk. The dimples.
He’s got a smile on his face, his expression, one that tells you he’s got a
whole lot of trouble planned for the evening and you don’t want to miss it, is
playful and boyish.
A collective gasp
spreads out in the rows behind me as he moves to face us.
The butterflies in my
stomach burst awake when those dancing blue eyes start scanning the crowd,
silently laughing at all of us. He’s clearly amused by our obsession over
everything Remington Tate!
Beside me, a
middle-aged blonde with too much Botox jumps up and down and screams like a
lunatic, “Remy! Give me a taste of that
Riptide!”
The impulse to drag the
woman down by her hair seizes me, but at the same time, I know you can’t look
at him without dissolving into a pool of lust.
He is a stud. He was
made to mate. To procreate.
And I want him like my
next breath.
I want him more than
any one of these screaming women wants him.
I want every fragmented
part of him. I want his body. His mind. His heart. His beautiful soul.
He says he’s mine, but
I know that there’s a part of Remington Tate nobody will ever have.
I am his, but he is
untamable and unconquerable.
The only one who can defeat
Remington Tate is himself.
He’s up there, ever
elusive and mysterious, a black box of mystery without end. And I want to get
lost in him, even if I never come out the same.
*REVIEW TO COME...THIS SQUIRREL IS CURRENTLY READING AND BEING BEING BLOWN AWAY BY A CERTAIN COUPLE :) *
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