Released: November 26th, 2013Underground 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.
"Protecting you is my privilege. I will protect you and anything that you value as if it were mine."
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A beautiful book that tore me to bits but pieced me back together. Seeing their love story and world from Remy's eyes was seeing it from a whole new perspective. It was refreshing yet heartbreaking. Beautifully written but destructive. Another amazing piece from Katy Evans!
I was really happy to get a spot on this blog tour and I couldn't even handle my excitement when I finally got my ARC! God, I was super pumped and I'm glad to say that I wasn't disappointed at all.
Remy was well, Remy *sighs*
She turned it all around.
I was really happy to get a spot on this blog tour and I couldn't even handle my excitement when I finally got my ARC! God, I was super pumped and I'm glad to say that I wasn't disappointed at all.
Remy was well, Remy *sighs*
I get a rush making her happy.My man right there. How can you not fall in love with this man? Remy has never felt anything so extreme before for a woman. He's never thought of anyone in such a strong way. And then in comes Brooke and she's like a fucking hurricane in his life.
She turned it all around.
I know I'm good as fuck, but I want this girl to know it. I'm feeling very, very possessive, and i don't want her to look at anyone but me. I want her to see I'm the strongest, the fastest. Hell, as far as I know, I want her to think I'm the only man in the whole damn world.
Ah, typical Remy. The possessive lovable fool.
And AND OHMYGOD
And AND OHMYGOD
"And it's going to be a damned skydive for me, and I'm going to hang on tight and just jump with you because that's what you do to me. I'm crazy about you. My life now sucks without you."
I feel ya, donkey. It's heart-breaking to see Remy who seems so put together on the outside but so broken on the inside. Reading about his family about how his friends aka coworkers treat him when he's black. It's terrifying and we end up sympathizing him.
Another splendid job, Katy Evans! Kudos to you!
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“Pete, you think I need a sports rehab specialist?” I ask.
“No, Rem.”
“Why not?”
“You’re an asshole, dude. You hardly let the masseuses massage you for more than twenty minutes.”
“I need one now.” Pushing my iPad over to him, I tap the screen and signal to the name below her image. “I need that one.”
Pete lifts an interested eyebrow. “You do. Do you?”
“I need a sports rehab specialist on my payroll. I want her to tend to me every day. In whatever ways they do.”
He smirks. “They don’t do blow jobs, I’ll tell you that.”
“If I wanted a blow job, I could have had three just now. What I want . . .” Once again, my finger taps over her name. “Is this sports rehab specialist.”
Pete’s eyebrows fly up to his hairline, and he leans back and crosses his arms. “What exactly do you want her for?”
I chomp down the rest of my food, then take a long gulp of water so I can speak. “I want her for me.”
“Rem . . .” he says in warning.
“Offer her a salary she can’t decline.”
Pete answers me with a puzzled silence. He seems taken aback and is trying to make sense of me. He’s looking into my eyes, and I can tell he’s observing whether they are black or blue.
I’m not black. So I wait quietly. He sighs, slowly jots down her name, and speaks cautiously. “All right, Remington, but let me say, this has Bad Idea written all over it.”
Shoving my plate aside, I lean back and cross my arms.
My head betrays me half the time. One day, it tells me I am god. The other, it tells me that I not only rule hell, but I invented it. Does Pete think I give one fuck about what his own head thinks about my idea? I don’t listen to my head anymore. I listen only to my gut.
“I want her watching me fight Saturday,” I remind him as I get up and shove my chair back under the table. And I want her watching from the bet seats in the house.”
“Remington . . .”
“Just do it, Pete,” I say as I cross the living room back to the master.
“I already have the tickets ready to go, dude, but it’s hard enough keeping Diane from knowing of your . . . er, issues . . . It’s going to be even harder to keep it from someone like this sports rehab specialist.”
I prop my shoulder at the threshold of my bedroom and think about that. I lower my voice. “Make her sign a contract, so I have guaranteed time with her. And stabilize me the instant I start losing my shit.”
“Remington, just let me get some other girls—”
“No, Pete. No other girls.”
I shut myself in my room and grab my headphones, then just lie there with my iPod in my hand, staring at it.
What will it be like if I make her mine?
I don’t delude myself into thinking that she will accept me, but what if she does? What if she can understand me? The way I am? The two parts of me? No. Not two parts. Every. Single. Fucking. Part. Of me.
My gut tightens as I remember the way her eyes shone when she looked at me. The way they softened after I kissed her and she looked into my eyes, wanting more of me.
I have never seen a look quite like that before. I have been wanted by thousands of women. Nobody has ever looked at me with such open, frightened longing as her.
She was not frightened of me. She was frightened of “it.” This same thing clenching my gut that has me all tangled up. Every cell in my body is buzzing with awareness. Every inch of my skin is awake. My muscles feel primed like they do when I’m ready to fight. Except I’m not ready to fight now. I’m ready to go get my mate.
God help her.
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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