Series: Real #1
Published by Gallery Books
Publication Date: May 28th 2013
Genres: Contemporary Romance
Also by this author: Manwhore
A fallen boxer.
A woman with a broken dream.
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?
Suddenly all I know is that this man has god-like proportions in my mind, but now I realize he’s also human and imperfect, and with every aching, quaking inch of my body, I want him all the more. So much I want to drown if he denies me tonight.
Remy is the stuff that book boyfriends are made of. I feel like Katy Evans literally stole my deepest, darkest desires and created Remy from them.
I have noticed that a lot of people recommending this book are Beautiful Disaster fans, and I am one myself, but let me say that if it EVER came down to a fight between Remy and Travis Maddox, Travis would be obliterated.
If there are ANY comparisons to Beautiful Disaster and Walking Disaster (I LOVED BOTH!) it is that Travis is alpha light, while Remy is full-on glorious, indulgent, fall to your knees “you are my master” alpha male.
Remy is one of the most animalistic, carnal, alpha males I have EVER read about.
His voice changes like it does when he talks intimately to me during sex. “I’m yours. You’re the one I bring home with me.” He smells my neck, then buzzes the back of my ear, and whispers into me, “You’re my mate, and I’ve claimed you.”
But he is not a complete neanderthal. He is crazy passionate, sensitive, and when words fail him, he uses music.
Be still my beating heart….
My Saturday night consisted of me, my kindle, and dirty, wicked thoughts. And once I got to the 50% mark I was pretty much like this:
But I am not one of those girls that is only intrigued by sexy alphas and steamy scenes. I have to have some substance! I need likeable characters, gripping storyline, and hope that my tears of sadness will be worth it at the end of the journey.
And I can gladly say that Real had all of those elements!
So this is more of a love letter to Remy than a review so I apologize for my slight newfound lustful obsession.
I recommend this book to ANY woman that has ever fell for Christian Grey, Gideon Cross, Travis Maddox…..if you think you have found THE alpha male that tops all others, well than you haven’t met Remy.