Book Title: Remy
Author: Katy Evans
Date of Publication: November 25, 2013
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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Christy's 4.5 REMY STARS
Remy... oh Remy! I love him! Just an fyi- *If you haven’t readReal or Mine, this review may have some small storyline spoilers. Remy is a collection of parts from the first two books, plus some new material all from Remy’s pov. I love the male pov and it was especially nice to get into a male like Remy’s head.
Remy’s a complex character. Some of the things that went on in that head of his broke my heart. He has issues, we all know that. But they don’t define him. He wants Brooke from the very start . He’s never wanted anyone the way he wants her, but he’s not sure what to do about it.
I don’t delude myself into thinking she will accept me, but what if she does? What if she can understand me? The way I am? The two parts of me?
As Remy falls deeper and deeper into Brooke, his fears come to light. Because he’s never felt this way, he’s not sure what to do with these feelings. All he knows, is he’s not letting Brooke Dumas get away.
“I won’t let you fucking leave me.”
I won’t rehash the whole story, if you’ve read the first two books, you know it, and if you haven’t, you can check out my reviews for the first two books, or better yet, read them for yourself! This is a series you don’t want to miss out on!
What I love about Remy: Remy is primal.
I need to touch, smell, taste, claim.
He’s a fighter. He’s protective, possessive, and has all the fabulous qualities of an alpha male. But he is SO much more that that! Everything he does, he does fiercely. He fights fiercely, he loves fiercely. He kicks my damaged man loving heart in overdrive! I love how he feels music, how he just is who he is despite everything thats happened to him in the past. I just love him!
Emotional, moving, steamy, sweet. A great addition to the Real series. Remy’s pov was great- I especially loved his perspective when he was speedy or in the black. The reason it wasn’t a five- it was a little too short, and I feel that there were certain scenes that would have been ideal to put in from Remy’s pov to better understand him. Still, an amazing read!
There are things you’re certain about. That you’d bet your life on. Things that you just know. You know the heat of a fire will burn you. Water will quench your thirst. She is one of those things; the most unerring certainty of my life.
***ARC kindly provided by publisher in exchange for an honest review***
Teaser:
“REMY!
REMY! REMY! REMY!” people yell.
Their chants grow in intensity while
her startled golden eyes devour me like I’m devouring her.
“You want more Remy?” the announcer
happily asks the crowd. “All right then, people! Let’s bring out a worthier
opponent for Remington Riptide Tate tonight!”
Hell, they can bring out anything they
want, man or monster.
I’m so primed, I could take a couple at
once.
In my peripherals, I’ve got her pinned
down, nice and tight. In that frilly shirt. Those body-hugging pants. I’ve
already cataloged her at about a 120 pounds and five feet seven, at least a
head shorter than me. In my head, I’m already measuring her breasts in my hands
and tasting her skin with my tongue. Suddenly, I notice she whispers something
to her friend, rises to her feet, and takes off down the aisle.
“And now, to challenge our reigning
champion, ladies and gentlemen, is Parker ‘the Terror’ Drake!”
I stare in disbelief as she walks off,
and a knot coils tight around my gut as the rest of my body tightens in
preparation to chase.
The crowd comes alive as Parker takes
the ring, and all I can do is watch her leave my arena while every molecule in
my body screams at me to go get her.
The bell rings, and I don’t play the
little feinting and waiting game that me and my opponents always do. I stare
into Parker’s face and give him a look that says, Sorry, dude, and go straight for the slam and knock him down.
He falls splat and doesn’t move.
The crowd is stunned into silence. The
announcer takes a moment to speak as I wait, frustrated as fuck, my heart
pounding in anticipation as I wait for Parker to stay down and the counting to
begin.
It begins.
Come on, motherfuckers . . .
I’m fucking winning the championship
this year and I won’t be disqualified . . .
Just call it a knockout and let her
hear . . .
TEN!
“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! Riptide, who’s now jumping off the ring and—where the hell are you going?”
The crowd goes crazy as I land on my
feet on the aisle and their screams follow me all the way to the lobby. They
are screaming for me while my body is screaming for me to catch her. “Riptide! Riptide!”
My heart pumps like crazy. She’s
walking fast, but I’m fucking running. Every one of my senses demand I chase,
capture, and have this girl. I grab her wrist and spin her around.
“What the—” she gasps, her eyes wide in
shock.
She’s so beautiful my lungs freeze.
Smooth forehead, long lashes with spiky tips—those gold eyes, that dainty nose,
and those marshmallow lips. I need to taste that like yesterday. My mouth
waters as a wild, primitive hunger opens up inside me.
“Your name,” I growl. Her wrist is tiny
in my hand, fragile, but I’m not about to let go. Oh, no.
“Uh, Brooke.”
“Brooke what?” I snap, tightening my
hold.
Her scent works me into a lather. I
need to find the source of that scent. The back of her ears? Her hair? Her
neck?
She tries to pry her hand free but I
tighten my hold because she’s not going anywhere but my bedroom.
“It’s Brooke Dumas,” a voice behind me
says, and then the crazy friend who was with her throws off a number, which my idiot
brain doesn’t grasp, for I’m still hung up on her name.
Brooke Dumas.
My lips curl as I meet that pretty gold
gaze. “Brooke Dumas,” I say gruffly out loud, slow and deep, my tongue twisting
around the name as I savor it. Such a strong, classy fucking name.
Her eyes widen in shock—and she gives
me a hungry, doe-eyed look that lets me see she’s a little excited but a little
afraid.
It makes me crazed. I need to touch,
smell, taste, claim. I burn with the need to tell her she should be afraid of
me, and at the same time, all I want is to pet my hand down her long hair and
promise her I’ll be her protector.
Yielding to the impulse, I slide my
fingers into the nape of her neck, fighting to be gentle so that she won’t run,
while only one thought remains in my head: Take.
Her.
My gaze never leaving hers, I set a dry
kiss on her lips, slowly, trying not to scare her, but just so she knows who I
am, and who I will be for her.
“Brooke,” I say against her soft lips,
then I draw back with a smile. “I’m Remington.”
Her eyes meet mine, and they’re
metallic gold and liquid with something I recognize as wanting. My smile fades
as I look down at her mouth again. It’s so pink and soft I bend my head to take
it even more deeply. My blood rushes through my veins as her scent drowns me. I
want this woman. I can’t wait one more second without tasting her, taking her.
One second she’s warm and trembling in
my arms, quietly tipping her head back for more, and the next, the crowd
engulfs us and some fucking lunatic is screaming in my ear.
“Remy!
I FUCKING LOVE YOU! Remy!”
Brooke Dumas seems to snap into motion
and quickly squirms free.
“No.” I reach out to snatch up a piece
of her white shirt. But she and her friend wind through the throng like wiggly,
little bunnies, and I’m in the crowd stuck with two fans who—
“Riptide,
my god, please let me touch your cock.”
“Riptide,
you can take us both together!”
As they rub their hands down my abs, I
think, FUCK! and pry their arms away,
then I charge after her. When I reach the elevator, the gate is shut and I hear
her noisily ascending up to street level.
“Remy!”
“Remington!”
Growling in anger, I slam my palm to
the closed door, then dodge an incoming group of fans and bulldoze my way back
into the locker room.
I don’t know if I’m angry, frustrated,
or . . . I don’t know. Where the fuck is she going? She was looking up at me
like she wanted me to eat her; I don’t even understand fucking females and
never fucking will. Scowling as I charge to get my stuff, I slam my fist into a
locker.
“Take care of your knuckles, Tate!”
Coach snaps as he gathers all my things into a red duffel.
I loathe being told what to do. So I
slam my other fist into another locker and dent it like I did the first, then I
glare at the old man and grab my headset, my iPod, and a sports drink.
Following my crew out to our Escalade, I’m pissed as fuck at myself for letting
her go. I try saving her number on my phone, at least the few numbers I
remember.
“That KO was unbelievable, dude, you
knocked him down within three seconds!” Riley says, laughing.
I stare out the window at the lights of
Seattle and tap my fingers on my knee.
“All right, so what was that all about?
Are we going to discuss the elephant in the car?” asks Pete from up front. “The
one with the long hair? You seemed hell-bent in chasing, Rem?”
“I want her watching my next fight.”
The car falls silent when they realize I’m fiercely hung up on her.
Pete sighs. “All right, I’ll see what I
can do. We also got you a couple of girls.”
“A good assortment,” Riley adds. “A
blonde, a brunette, and a redhead.”
And as soon as we get up to the suite,
there they are. They’re waiting for me. Three girls with different-colored
hair, waiting in next-to-nothing clothes, ready to fuck the Riptide.
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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
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