Monday, November 11, 2013

Mine by Katy Evans

Title: Mine

Author: Katy Evans

Date for Re-Release of Paperback: November 5, 2013

Publisher: Gallery Books

Blog Tour Hosted by: The SUBClub Books


“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.

Melissa's Review:
Remy is a fighter. He is a destroyer. He doesn't care who he is destroying. Scorpion...some other fighter...himself. But he is also a protector...of Brooke, of her sister and of their family.

Mine is written in Brooke's POV which I did not expect but it was interesting to see her side of Remy's fighting lifestyle. Just so y'all know...I COULD NEVER BE THE GIRL ON THE SIDELINES!!! That is some BULLSHIT watching your man getting broke the fuck up and not being able to do a damn thing about it. NOPE...NOT FOR ME!!!

Brooke realizes her mistake in leaving Remy when he went "black" in Real and finally comes to this heart-wrenching conclusion that she would  "have lived the rest of my days loveless, smileless, and worst of all, Remyless."  I think that one sentence alone ripped my fuckin' heart apart.  Remy is sick...She makes him better. Blue or black she fights for her man. 

Throughout this entire book they fight back and forth with themselves and their insecurities and with each other. They constantly have a back and forth tug of war with each other.

"We're the object of each other's hurt and each other's solace."

There is a fantastic HEA that left me waiting to see what the next book has in store for me! 

3.75 stars for keeping me cheering them on!

When he finally fills the threshold with those magnificently broad shoulders and that beautiful eight-pack, rivulets of water still slide from his hair, down his throat, to his chest and down to the towel draped around those narrow hips. My breath goes. I can see he’s run a towel over his head and his dark hair is standing up and spiked, those blue eyes shining greedily as he makes sure I’m on the bed as he left me. Suddenly all the love and painful jealousy I feel rushes through my bloodstream like lightning.
He steps in without removing his gaze from me, and I pull open my towel to watch his face harden and his eyes flash as he takes me in, completely naked.
He reaches for his towel and strips it away, and my airway constricts when I see his large erection bobbing heavily as he comes to bed and uses another towel to gently dry my wet hair.
 “I’m rubbing you down with oils first,” I warn in a breathless whisper as he finishes.
Smiling devilishly, he tosses the towel aside, grabs the arnica oil I was reaching for, and tosses it onto the carpet to join it, then he brushes my wet hair back, his eyes weighted as he cups the back of my head and lowers his head to mine. “Rub my tongue with yours.”
He parts his mouth on mine, and our breaths mingle, and a delicious shiver runs through me as his lips pull me apart and our tongues flick out.
Your lip,” I breathe, so he’s careful.
He playfully nips me and brushes my tongue with his again, rubbing a little harder and driving me insane. “Your lip,” I moan, squirming needily beneath him.
He draws back. Then, torturously slow, he caresses the backs of my legs, awakening a thousand and one tingles.
“Remington, your lip . . .” I protest when I see the cut bleeding again, and I reach out to catch a drop of blood with my finger.
“Shh . . .” His tongue flashes out, and he licks and sucks my finger, then he lets go and watches me with those violently tender blue eyes as he trails his fingers up the backs of my legs to stroke my buttocks.
My breasts rise and fall as he runs his fingers up my legs, then he possessively cups my ass. “Are you turned on by this?” he asks.
He slides his hands to the backs of my knees, down my calves, then slowly back up until I’m dissolving into my bones and dying.
“How turned on are you?” he asks softly, settling a kiss on my stomach.
“I have to put something on that lip again,” I breathe. A thousand flames lick my body as I sit up and reach with trembling hands for my salve and manage to press some to his cut.
He presses a kiss to my fingertip, and I close my eyes as a bolt of pleasure arrows through me. “Remy . . .” I say, melting.
“Lie back down,” he tells me. Dizzy with anticipation, I do as I’m told.
“Don’t kiss me, Remington,” I warn.
He whispers roughly, “Fix me up later.”
A shudder courses through me as he caresses my sex, briefly opening my lips with his thumb while, at the same time, he ducks to slide his tongue across the tip of one nipple.
I buck a little, mewing, and he laughs softly as he licks my other nipple, tonguing it, playing with it, before covering it with his hot, wet mouth and sucking.
He runs his hands up my body, growling, “God, Brooke. You knot me up and tear me open. You’re getting me in you now.”

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!

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