BLOG TOUR: Remy – Katy Evans + Review, giveaway & teaser!

Released: November 26th, 2013

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.

"Protecting you is my privilege. I will protect you and anything that you value as if it were mine."

**COPY PROVIDED BY AUTHOR**

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*

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 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!

Minor Faults:

MY RATING:

4 AND A HALF APPLES!!!!!

❤ READ MY REVIEW OF HER BOOKS ❤

REAL (Real #1) ❊ 5 APPLES!!!

Mine (Real #2) ❊ 4.5 APPLES!!!

BUY LINKS:

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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.

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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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This tour is hosted by THESUBCLUB Books Blog.

BLOG TOUR: Mine – Katy Evans + Review, giveaway & teaser!

Released: November 5th, 2013

“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.

"We're the object of each other's hurt and each other's solace."

**COPY PROVIDED BY AUTHOR**

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:

Minor Faults:

MY RATING:

4 AND A HALF APPLES!!!!!

❤ READ MY REVIEW OF HER BOOKS ❤

REAL (Real #1) ❊ 5 APPLES!!!

Remy (Real #3) ❊ 4.5 APPLES!!!

BUY LINKS:

★ Amazon | Barnes&Noble | Kobo★

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. 

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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!

Check her out in these sites:

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This tour is hosted by THESUBCLUB Books Blog.

[Review] REAL - Katy Evans

Released: April 8th, 2013

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. Except for the sexy fighter in the ring who sets my mind - and every other girl's - ablaze.

Remington Tate is the strongest, most confusing man I've ever met. He's the star of the dangerous underground fighting circuit and I'm drawn to him like I've never been drawn to anything in my life. When he's around, I need to remind myself that I am strong - but he is stronger. It's now my job to keep his body working , his taut muscles primed and him ready to break the bones of his next opponents.

But the one he's most threatening to is me. I want him and I want him without fear. If only I knew for sure what it is that he wants from me?


*SHRIEKS REALLY LOUDLY UNTIL I BREAK EVERY WINDOW* This is just the most amazing debut ever! Katy Evans has blown me away with this heart-wrenching yet sexy as hell novel. The characters were so fucking captivating and admirable, the plot was intriguing and different. And the writing style? A+++++ Don't even get me started on the freaking hot cover. OH GOD. Everything about this book was absolute perfection.

Ladies and gentlemen, prepare to drop your panties for Remington "Riptide" Tate!!!! He is just the perfect mixture of cocky, confident, smokin' hot with an addition of charming and romantic and just a touch of vulnerability with his imperfections. I loved how Katy Evans created a character who seemed so physically perfect yet he was just full of demons. He went into the relationship slowly and carefully, being absolutely thoughtful and just so damn considerate. He is my man okay my type of guy.

BROOKE OH BROOKE! This woman is hot, badass and smart! I admire how she's overcome obstacles in her life and yet she kept going on. She. Never. Gave. Up. She was a tough chica. I mean like, if I was her, I'd probably be weeping in a corner but did she do that? Hell to the no. She doesn't take shit from anyone and I love how accepting she was towards Remy.

You will enjoy this book immensely. I guarantee it with all my heart and soul. Come on, who doesn't want to read about an undeniably, unbelievably gorgeous fighter? If you see this book in stores, you. must. get. it. I promise you won't be disappointed.

(P.s. Real is rereleased on paperback on September 3rd, 2013!!!)

MY RATING:

5 PERFECTLY GROWN APPLES!!!

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❤ READ MY REVIEW OF HER BOOKS ❤

Mine (Real #2) ❊ 4.5 APPLES!!!

Remy (Real #3) ❊ 4.5 APPLES!!!

About The Author:

Katy Evans grew up with book-boyfriends until she found a real sexy boyfriend to love. She married him and now they're hard at work on creating their own happily ever after. Katy loves her family and friends, and also enjoys reading, walking, baking and being consumed by her characters. 

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