Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Remy by Katy Evans Review



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.




“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.



Katy Evans has delivered another knockout with Remy! In the third installment from the Real Series, the reader finally gets to take a peek at the inner workings of Remington “Riptide” Tate. This novel is a retelling of events from the first two books (Real and Mine) along with new scenes from the present.

I am head over heels in love with Remy and Brooke. Getting to dive into Remington’s head was an absolute treat. His thoughts are raw and gritty; he’s a pure alpha male. From the moment he saw Brooke Dumas, his actions (in and out of the ring) were fully driven by his desire to protect her and make Brooke his. Her scent, her smile, her everything inspires Remy to be a better fighter and better man. The unfiltered, unrestrained love Remington feels for Brooke left me swooning.

Some readers may not like the more primal thoughts in Remy’s head. He curses a lot and his attention is often fueled by his unbridled lust for Brooke. Let’s be honest for a moment – what male brain isn’t powered by thoughts of lust? Remington’s are just amplified. He’s bipolar and experiences emotions at extremes. It would only be fitting if his thoughts mirrored these same peaks and valleys. I loved every second of the roller coaster ride that is Remington Tate’s mind.

Like other male point-of-view retellings, any unresolved questions like “Why did he do that?” were answered. It was beyond satisfying to see Brooke and Remy’s story through his eyes. It shed a new light on something familiar. Even though I was already acquainted with the story, nothing about it was boring. I was captivated and could not sleep until I finished Remy.

Overall, I was euphorically content. Katy Evans has taken her characters and developed this series into perfection. It’s by far one of my favorite series ever. I’m thrilled for the next book in the series. At the same time, I’m sad to have to press pause on Brooke and Remy until 2014. 






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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