Title: Mine (Real Series Book #2)
Author: Katy Evans
Date of Publication: November 5, 2013
Genre: Contemporary Romance
“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.
I think everyone in the universe needs to experience first hand the amazingness that is Remington Tate, but in case you haven’t kept up with the series…the first book is Real. Check out my review here.
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?
And the third book in the Real Series is Remy, which is from Remington’s POV. EEEP!
Title: Remy (Real Series Book #3)
Author: Katy Evans
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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.
“Up on the table, Riptide,” I command. I just like ordering him around because he gives me this whatever look of amusement. Like he does now, like he’s supremely entertained by me. He lies down on the table, which is much like a massage table, at the center of the small room. Nearby there’s also a refrigerator, for meds and cold items which I’ll raid later for his ice massage.
He spreads face down first, and his body temp is so high after his workout, I can feel his heat before I even touch him.
“You feel okay?” I ask, caressing my gaze up the line of his spine. “Anything knot up? Bothering you?”
“I’d like to have my hands on you as soon as possible,” he whisper-growls at me, and I bite the inside of my cheek.
“Alright, but like they say, ladies first.”
He groans. “Don’t torture me, baby, I want to fuck you already.”
I bend over and set a kiss on his ear. “It’s not torture, try to relax,” I whisper, and I really want him to relax, focus on his body; I curl my fingers around his shoulders. The breath hisses out through his teeth, and I also quietly hold my own—but our contact does that to me. Exhaling softly, I acclimate to him and start massaging with my fingers. He also acclimates to me and I know he’s starting to relax when he groans softly.
We’re so connected, I can’t touch his skin without feeling delicious little ripples radiate through me. It sometimes feel as if I am tapping into that powerful source that makes Remington Tate Remington Tate. Every centimeter of my body becomes cognizant of his muscle and skin under my fingers—and of everything else about him. The way he smells right this second, of ocean and soap, and just him. The way his chest expands with his exertion. The way his hair is spiky and rumpled and wet.
I love working on him with my hands.
This is my job, but this is also my love.
I can’t think of anything better than this.
I feel each muscle, one at a time, seeking their heat, digging deep into the belly of the muscle so that there is perfect blood flow into every part of his body. I massage and separate the fascia, kneading the muscle tissue with my fingers to provide good nourishment to the area. When the muscle is loosened, his blood, ripe with every nutrient of his healthy way of living, enters to help repair and grow that muscle.
Once I’ve rubbed him down on both sides, I go to the fridge so I can give him an ice massage. Ice massages are perfect for any knot or injury, but Remington loves them, and I sometimes give him one to speed general recovery.
There’s a Styrofoam cup already in the freezer. It contains a frozen block of water inside, and I rub my palm over it several times, to smooth out the ice and make sure it won’t nick his skin. Then I run it all over his muscles while I hold the back of the cup, almost like I’m sliding roll-on deodorant over his skin.
He lays there and lets me tend him, his sexy male pheromones clinging to his skin like sweat, his body so hot, the ice immediately begins melting. I watch the rivulets of water zigzag playfully along his broad back, and when he flips over, those rivulets do the same down the front of his hard chest.
My eyes follow them while my brain swims with thoughts of licking each of them up with my tongue, especially the ones that slide into his belly button, the ones that curl around his nipples. While I watch and mentally lick every beautiful inch of him, he watches me work on him, his gaze hot and tender and, somehow, grateful.
“I love the way you work out,” I whisper.
“I love the way you work me.”
Mine by Katy Evans
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
*ARC Given to Blog for Honest Review*
3 “Riptide” “Mine.” “Racer“ Kisses
I am torn. Conflicted. Frustrated. I don’t know what to do. Well…I know what I have to do but that doesn’t mean that I am going to like doing it. When you know the capabilities of an author…a character…a story line…and when you love it so passionately, anything less than amazing is not good enough. That’s what I’m faced with here. I feel like Real set the bar of what I was expecting for the whole series…and Mine did not measure up in my book. Stone me now…curse me if you will, believe me, the words that I have to say are not fun for me to admit…but I can’t lie about how I feel.
Brooke Dumas…did I love everything about Brooke in Real – not exactly but I got over it because for some reason, on some level I connected with her and felt for her. So all the annoying stuff kind of…didn’t matter. I know it doesn’t make a lot of sense but it works in my crazy brain. Well in the beginning of Mine, Brooke drove me about 10 shades of crazy with some of her antics and logic. If you are going to make decisions and then get mad at the results of those decisions…it’s time for you to grow up! She was being completely irrational and utterly annoying at times. Drove me bonkers! Because that’s not the Brooke I loved in Real. Then, it was like a heavenly light opened up and finally I got my Brooke back. She was strong, not only for herself but for Remy, I loved the way she handled him and their relationship and just…everything. I was proud of her and how far they had come together.
‘I’ve been broken and put together again.
I’ve been loved, and I have loved.
I’m in love, and I will be forever changed by this man. I used to dream of medals and championships, but now I dream solely of a blue-eyes fighter who one day changed my life, when he put his lips on mine…’
Remy…Remington Tate deserves a million stars. Ten million. Alright infinity stars – there…it’s settled. He is not perfect…he has flaws…he has issues and he is no where near infallible…but the man is so freakin’ in love with Brooke it makes my heart soar. Remy is like no other book bf…he defies categories and logic because even his wrongs add up to so much right. The #1 thing that has me excited about Remy is the prospect of being in his head. He’s just…*sigh*…there are no words. Well…there are actually lots of words….like loving, strong, protective, kind, sexy, alpha, dominating, endearing…he’s just so complex and the more I get to know about him the more I crave him. There are so many layers to this chess playing, ass kicking, Brooke loving lion. He’s like a drug and I totally want to be on a Remy high…forever.
‘And I want him like my next breath.
I want him more than any one of these screaming women wants im.
I want every fragmented part of him. I want his body. His mind. His heart. His beautiful soul.
He says he’s mine, but I know that there’s a part of Remington Tate nobody will ever have.
I am his, but he is untamable and unconquerable.
The only one who can defeat Remington Tate is himself.’
The thing that kept this book from being another 5++++ book was the repetitiveness. It was out of control…enough to the point where I was rolling my eyes. A lot. I loathe repetitiveness…I’ve stopped reading books because of it. What do I mean by repetitiveness? A few examples…talking about ‘his hair’, ‘his abs’, ‘his eyes’ – I get it…the dude’s gorgeous, I’m aware. I love his looks…but I don’t need to be reminded of them all the time, and it was constant. If that was all the repetitiveness then maybe I could have handled it better, but it was also using the same words, over and over, to describe the same things. I didn’t understand the point and unfortunately, I needed more than that. They have this great and amazing love and connection – build off of that. Expand! They’ve not been in a relationship for that long, I wanna see all of those moments! So what kept me going? One word. Remy. Plain and simple. That’s it – his character completely carried this book and made it worth reading for me. Because any other time I would have stopped reading before I reached 50%. I hate saying that. I hate thinking that. It just…sucks.
‘My lungs ache for breath and the rest of me aches for his hands on me. And when my gaze flicks upward to find those blue eyes pinned on mine, his face hurt and sweaty, all the testosterone in the world courses through him, pulling and enveloping me, so I can barely take living right now I want him so much . He makes me feel this all-consuming, soul -searing, heart-wrenching, painful need for him that’s more than physical, more than emotional.’
I was warned about the repetitiveness too…so I was prepared to possibly hate it and maybe that softened the blow a little bit because while it grated on my nerves, I was able to shrug it off and push forward. If I am being honest, I probably would have DNF’d it had I not been prepared. That makes me want to cry. But despite the annoyance, I was glad I did read it because there were fleeting glimpses of the amazingness that was in Real. Like the amazing quote worthiness…I did swoon and love all my special little Remy moments…he and Brooke still blew me away with their love and devotion to each other. But then that only makes me wonder if the repetitiveness hadn’t been so bad…what could this book have been? It’s a sad thought to ponder…
‘His words caress me.
Nobody ever taught him how to love.
He does it instinctively.’
I can’t lie…this book did evoke emotions out of me, even though the half of the time the emotions were usually out of frustration, that wasn’t all I felt… I already admitted I swooned, but I cried, I gasped, it got to my little feelers…so I did have love for this book and that does mean something to me. I am an emotional reader and if an author can still pull emotion out of me even when I’m at my wits end with frustration…that’s saying a lot IMO. I did not see a lot of this plot coming, which is another positive thing. I don’t know what I was expecting but the story line was definitely unpredictable and I appreciated that it kept me on my toes. And seriously…the prologue…L.O.V.E.D. every word.
“Remy . . .”
“This is the last time I live without you. I’m half mad already and halfway into the fucking grave. I don’t like this. Every single monster in my head tells me you’ll run and I won’t be close enough to catch you. Every instinct in me screams at me to go get you. Every bone in my body tells me you are MINE—not a part of me, but my brain understands why the hell I sent you away from me. The rest of me can’t take it. You can’t convince the rest of me being away from you is right.”
“Remington Tate, I swear to you— I swear— that when I’m able to get up from this stupid bed and run again, you’re always, always, going to be the one thing I’ll run straight to.”
I will always have a deep love for Remy and Brooke and their story…but I am nervous about what to expect from Remy because I am hearing similar things to what I heard with Mine. So once again…I will prepare myself but keep the hope alive that even though I may not like everything, that my love for the characters will save me from too much disappointment. :-\
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!
