Sunday, September 8, 2013

Katy Evans Real relaunch

Title: Real
Author: Katy Evans
Date for Re-Release of Paperback: September 3, 2013
Publisher: Gallery Books
Blog Tour Hosted by: The SUBClub Books

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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 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?

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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!


I stare up at the ring as the guy whips off the red satin robe with the word riptide on the back, and the spectators stand screaming and cheering as he slowly turns to acknowledge them all. His face is suddenly before me, illuminated by the lights, and I just stare like an idiot from my place. My god.
Dark scruffy jaw.
Boyish smile.
Mans body.
Killer tan.
A shiver shoots down my spine as I helplessly drink in the entire package everyone else seems to be gaping at.
He has black hair, standing up sexily as if women have just had their fingers there. Cheekbones as strong as his jaw and forehead. Lips that are red-kissed and swollen, and, as a souvenir from his walk to the ring, theres lipstick on his jaw. I look down his long, lean body and something hot and wild settles in my core.
Hes mesmerizingly perfect and incredibly hard. Everything, from his beautifully slim hips and narrow waist to his broad shoulders, is solid. And that six-pack. No. Its an eight-pack. The sexy V of his obliques dips into his satin, navy blue shorts, which gently hug his powerful legs, thick with muscle. I can see his quads, traps, pecs, and biceps, all gloriously tight and cut. Celtic tattoos circle both of his arms, exactly where his bulging biceps and the rigid square deltoids of his shoulders meet.
Remy! Remy! Mel shouts hysterically at my side, hands cupped to her mouth. Youre so fucking hot, Remy!”
His head angles to the sound, one dimple showing with a sexy smile as he faces us. A frisson of nervous energy passes through me, not because hes extremely gorgeous from this perfect view—because he is, he definitely is, goodness, he really is—but mostly because hes looking straight at me.
One eyebrow cocks, and theres a glimmer of amusement in his entrancing blue eyes. Also something . . . warm in his gaze. Like he thinks Im the one who shouted. Oh, shit.
He winks at me, but then Im stunned as his smile slowly fades, morphing into one thats unbearably intimate.
My blood simmers.
My sex clenches tight, and I hate that he seems to know that.
I can see he thinks hes the ultimate creation, and he seems to believe every woman here is his Eve, created from his rib cage for him to enjoy. Im both aroused and infuriated, and this is the most confusing feeling Ive ever felt in my life.
Breaking our connection, he curls his lips and turns when his opponent is announced with the words Kirk Dirkwood‘the Hammer, here for all of you tonight!
You little slut, Mel! I cry when I recover, shoving her playfully. Why did you have to scream like that? He thinks Im the nutcase now.
Omigod! He did not just wink at you, Melanie says, visibly stunned.
Oh my god, he had. Hadnt he? He did.
Im just as astounded as I relive the wink in my head, and Im totally going to torture Melanie because she deserves it, the little tramp.
He did, I finally admit, scowling at her. We telepathically communicated, and he says he wants to take me home to be the mother of his sexy babies.
Like you would have sex with someone like him. You and your OCD! she says, laughing her head off as Remingtons opponent takes off his robe. The man is all beefy muscle, but not an ounce of him can visually compete with the pure male deliciousness of that Riptide.
Remington flexes his arms at his sides, stretches his fingers out and forms fists, then bounces on the balls of his feet, his calvesflexing. Hes a large, muscular man but surprisingly light on his feet.
Hammer throws the first punch. Remington evades it with a smart duck, and he comes back up with a full swing that connects and knocks Hammers face to the side. I inwardly flinch at the power in his punch; my body clenches at the sight of his muscles contracting and tensing, working and releasing, with each blow he delivers.
The crowd watches, enraptured, as the fight continues, those awful cracking sounds filling me with goose bumps. But theres something else bothering me. The fact that beads of perspiration pop on my brow, in my cleavage. As the fight progresses, my nipples strain, ever more puckered and tight, against my top, pushing anxiously against the silk of the fabric. Somehow watching Remington Tate pound a man they call Hammermakes me squirm in my clothes in a way I dont like, much less ever expected.
The way he swings, moves, growls . . .
Suddenly, a chorus begins: “REMY . . . REMY . . . REMY.
I turn and see Melanie jumping up and down and saying,Omigod, hit him, Remy! Just knock him dead, you sexy beast!She screams when his opponent falls to the ground with a loud thump.
My panties are soaked, and my pulse has gone haywire. Ive never condoned violence. This isnt me, and I blink in stupefaction at the sensations whipping through my system. Lust, pure, white-hot lust, flutters through my nerve endings.
The ringmaster lifts Remingtons arm in victory, and as soon as he straightens from the knockout blow he just delivered, his gaze swings in my direction and crashes into me. Piercing blue eyes meet mine, and something knots and pulls inside my tummy. His sweaty chest rises and falls in a deep pant, and a drop of blood rests at the corner of his lips. Through it all, 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 dont think Ive ever 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 dripping sweat, with that air of authority Mel told me about in the cab—its just hot.
Theres no apology in his stare. In the way he ignores everyonewho shouts his name and stares at me with a look thats so sexual I almost feel taken right here. An awful awareness of the exact way I look to him sweeps over me.
My long, straight hair, the color of mahogany, falls to my shoulders. My button-up white shirt is sleeveless, but it goes up my throat in a lacy mock-neck, 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 complement my honeyed whiskey eyes. Despite my conservative choice of clothes, I feel completely naked.
My legs wobble, and Im 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 soundgrowing in intensity.
You want more Remy? the man with the microphone asks the crowd, and the noise builds around us. All right then, people! Lets bring out a worthier opponent for Remington RiptideTate tonight!
Another man steps into the ring, and I cant bear it anymore. My system is on overload. This is probably why its not a good idea to forego sex for so many years. Im so worked up that I can barely talk right or even make my legs move as I turn to tell Mel Im going to the restroom.
A voice blares loudly through the speakers as I charge down the wide path between the stands. And now, to challenge our reigning champion, ladies and gentlemen, is Parker ‘the TerrorDrake!
The crowd comes alive, and suddenly, I hear an unmistakably hard slam.
Resisting the urge to look back at whats causing the commotion, I round the corner and head straight for the bathroom hall as 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! Riptidewhos now jumping out of 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’m wondering about the eerie silence when pounding footsteps echo at my back. A warm hand engulfs mine, and the touch frissons through me as Im spun around with surprising force.
What the . . .” I gasp in confusion, and then stare into a sweaty male chest, and up into glowing blue eyes. My senses reel out of control. Hes so close the scent of him tears through me like a shot of adrenaline.
Your name, he growls, panting, his eyes wild on mine.
Uh, Brooke.
Brooke what? he snaps out, his nostrils flaring.
His animal magnetism is so powerful I think he just took my voice. Hes in my personal space, all over it, absorbing it, absorbing me, taking my oxygen, and I cant understand the way my heart is beating, the way I stand here, shivering with heat, my entire body focused on the exact spot his hand is wrapped around me.
With trembling efforts, I pry my hand free and glance fearfullyat Mel, who comes up behind him, wide-eyed. Its Brooke Dumas, she says, and then she happily shoots out my cell phone number. To my chagrin.
His lips curl and he meets my gaze. Brooke Dumas.
And as I feel his tongue twist roughly around those two words, his voice sinfully dark, like things you crave to eat but really shouldnt, desire swells between my legs. His eyes are hot and almost proprietary when he looks at me. Ive never been stared at like this before.
He just fucked my name right in front of me. And right in front of Mel.
He steps forward, and his damp hand slides to the nape of my neck. My pulse skitters as he lowers his dark head to set a small, dry kiss on my lips. It feels like hes marking me. Like hes preparing me for something monumental that could both change and ruin my life.
Brooke, he growls softly, meaningfully, against my lips, as he draws back with a smile. Im Remington.

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