“I will do anything to make her MINE.” —Remington Tate
In the international bestseller REAL, the unstoppable bad boy of the Underground fighting circuit finally met his match. Hired to keep him in prime condition, Brooke Dumas unleashed a primal desire in Remington “Remy” Tate as vital as the air he breathes . . . and now he can’t live without her.
Brooke never imagined she would end up with the man who is every woman’s dream, but not all dreams end happily ever after, and just when they need each other the most, Brooke is torn away from the ringside. Now with distance and darkness between them, the only thing left is to fight for the love of the man she calls MINE.
In the international bestseller REAL, the unstoppable bad boy of the Underground fighting circuit finally met his match. Hired to keep him in prime condition, Brooke Dumas unleashed a primal desire in Remington “Remy” Tate as vital as the air he breathes . . . and now he can’t live without her.
Brooke never imagined she would end up with the man who is every woman’s dream, but not all dreams end happily ever after, and just when they need each other the most, Brooke is torn away from the ringside. Now with distance and darkness between them, the only thing left is to fight for the love of the man she calls MINE.
"We're the object of each other's hurt and each other's solace."
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MINE blew me away as much as REAL did. It was heart-wrenching, intense, suspenseful, terrifying, and every other adjective you can find in the thesaurus. The romance was inexplicable and so fucking fierce and passionate. This book was so beautifully written and it makes me look forward to more of Katy Evans' works.
REMINGTON "RIPTIDE" TATE EVERYBODY!!!
Jesus, I think I melted into a puddle every time he showed up with his alpha male presence and huge built. Oh God, I need to take a cold shower. He is so fucking amazing and just alwekrawlekrj I HAVE NO WORDS.
He is a stud. He was made to mate. To procreate.
Hell fucking yes he was.
OHMYGOD AND UGHHHH MY FEELS MY POOR FEELS. He's so fucking cute.
Remy: "You're jealous."Brooke: "A little."Remy: [kisses her] "Don't be."
I'm going to piss my pants over how adorable they are Jesus Christ.
The book was so fucking amazing. I fell in love with all of the characters over and over again. Especially Remington Tate because he was made to procreate. I want to have his freaking babies okay.
When Brooke thought that she got pregnant, Remy was Remy.
"You do. You look smug thinking you got me pregnant when my birth control says it's near impossible."
GET IT??!?!?!? OHMYGOD. I think I felt my insides melt.
And their whole relationship oh God!
Remy: "You're blinded because you're mine."Brooke: "No. I see you because I'm yours."
I can't really mention anything in the book without spoiling the whole thing so YOU SHOULD GET A COPY BECAUSE IT WAS AS AWESOME AS REAL! YES, GO BUY IT!
But, to sum it up, this book was basically:
MY RATING:
4 AND A HALF APPLES!!!!!
❤ READ MY REVIEW OF HER BOOKS ❤
REAL (Real #1) ❊ 5 APPLES!!!
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I’ve only spent the night with one man in my entire life. I love bumping into his muscles while we sleep. I love how the sheets smell of him, of us, and how his shoulders have become my favorite pillow, even though they’re hard as hell and I can’t understand why I like sleeping on them, but I do. They come with his arm around my waist and his scent, and his heat, and I love it all, every bit of it. Especially when he ducks his head to tuck his nose into my neck, and I bury mine into his.
The problem is that his side of the bed seems to eject him exactly at ten in the morning, and my side seems to have no eject button.
Today I feel like a dead weight, while I can tell he’s not even in the room.
The air is different when he’s not near. He charges it when he’s nearby, like a slow, powerful vibration around me that makes me hyper-alert and feel both safe and excited.
I’ve really fallen for him.
Six months ago, I wanted a one night stand less, to have a little fun after dedicating my years to my career. Instead…I get him.
Unpredictable, infuriating, sexy him…the man everyone lusts after and I didn’t want to. I ended up not only lusting after him, but falling face-first in love with him. And now, loving him is the most exhilarating rollercoaster I’ve ever ridden in my life.
Sitting up on the bed, I rub my eyes to shield from the streaming sunlight and wish I had Red Bull and Monster running through my veins like Remy does. We hardly slept doing our favorite sexy stuff, and he’s already raring to go. I even see his suitcase by the door, ready for us to leave for the next tour location, while I still need to pack.
Squinting again as I slide out of bed, I go to the small closet to find something to wear when I spot the letter on his nightstand next to his iPhone—which he rarely even powers on except for music-hearing purposes. The sight of my letter brings a rush of awful memories to me, and I have to quell the urge to grab it, tear it, and flush the pieces down the toilet.
But Remington would be so mad. He treasures that stupid letter I’d left him when I left.
Because in it, I tell him what nobody had ever told him before.
I love you, Remy.
My legs start shaking, and I close my eyes and tell myself I’m not perfect. I’ve never been taught to do this. I never dreamed of love, a partner…I dreamed of sports and the latest running shoes. Not of spiky black hair and blue eyes. I’m trying to learn. To be the woman a man like him deserves. And I want to spend the rest of my life showing Remy that I deserve him, and the rest of my days making sure he takes back what he lost because of me. If anyone, in this world, deserves to be a champion—it’s him.
“He’s a pussy, just relax,” I hear his gruff, manly voice outside the master bedroom.
I laugh at my own body’s response to hearing Remington say “pussy”—my womb clenches and I feel instantly a little warm. Whore.
Grinning, I search through the closet through his stuff, then have to go to his suitcase. I know that he likes it when I wear his things. I think it makes him feel like I’m his property, and it’s insane how much I like to pick on his alpha tendencies. When he’s blue-eyed, he’s possessive, but when he’s black, he’s downright territorial.
It delights me when he gets all growly you’re-mine and it delights him when I wear his stuff.
So this morning, why not the both of us be delighted? I take his RIPTIDE boxing robe and slip it on, then I hurry into the bathroom, brush my teeth and wash my face, wrap my hair in a ponytail, and pad outside.
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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