Real, by Katy Evans


Grade: A

Doing it at: 55%

Catnip: Alpha Hero; MMA Fighter; Copious Licking; Strong Female Lead; DBB; Swooning; Sweatpants Boner

Shame Scale: I find the longer I read romance the less shame I feel, even when the covers are ab-mazing and the doing it is dirty and plentiful. Low shame.

Fantasy Cast:  Stephen Amell, Ashley Greene

Book Description:

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?

Cleone: Real is perhaps the ultimate Alpha book, we have a hero who will dig a guy’s tattoo off his face with a pencil, likes to mark his woman by licking her all over with his tongue, and has to be literally sedated when he loses his temper. Katy Evans somehow makes all of this seem extremely hot.

Mary: He’s the alpha-est book hero of all time. He’s more alpha than even all the half-animal heros who are literally the alpha leaders of their pack. And he’s the hottest. He’s so cut that his abs are described as “squares.” Fucking squares.

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C: I’m on a Katy Evans kick after Mary urged me to read Manwhore and I fell madly in book boyfriend love with Saint. I was expecting the hero of REAL to be kind of Saint-esque even if he was an MMA fighter and not a billionaire playboy. Generally books by the same author have similar heroes and heroines, which is fine, and comforting in ways. If you know you want a funny boy, then you know which author to go to. This was not the case with Manwhore and Real, the stories felt completely different, character voices and all. Minus the heroines’ love of small brown man nipples – an Evans specific thing that I am picking up on. I notice it probably because it makes me laugh. Minus this guy who had the tiniest nipples that ever nipped I have never found a guy’s nipples to be anything to remark upon. But I digress, Real is a very different book from Manwhore.

M: While Cleone was reading Real, I decided to finally get around to reading Remy, the retelling of Real from our hero’s perspective. And it was so much fun to refresh myself on the story, but having everything colored with Remy’s animalistic perspective: from their initial meeting when he “hunts” her, to him “scenting” her, “marking” her, and “mating” her. I’m not kidding. He sounds like a lion.

C: Brooke is a nice girl, who used to be a track star headed straight to the Olympics, who has been dragged to an underground MMA fight by her much more outgoing best friend, Melanie. She’s dressed like a business lady, she’s kind of disgusted by all the fisticuffs and blood lust; but Melanie is crushing hard on this fighter, Remy. Riptide. All the ladies seem to be crushing hard on Riptide. There’s much screaming of lewd suggestions and ladies holding home made glitter signs that say, essentially, I’ll Fuck You Riptide. Brooke is pretty skeptical that anyone is living up to this nonsense, until Remy enters into the ring and explodes her ovaries with hotness.

My panties are soaked, and my pulse has gone haywire. I’ve never condoned violence. This isn’t me, and I blink in stupefication at the sensations whipping through my system. Lust, pure, white-hot lust, flutters through my nerve endings.

C: Brooke and her lady parts literally can’t even with how Remy is making them feel, so she runs out of the arena as Remy is starting his second fight. But true to his alpha male nature, Remy knocks his opponent out in quick fashion and hops out of the ring to follow and find out Brooke’s name. He felt the connection the same as she did.

M: He chases her out of the arena, demands her name, and he kisses her. And then he smells her like an animal. He’s got the insta-love fever.

C: Remy sends Brooke ringside tickets to his next fight, and then has her escorted to his hotel room. (Melanie is as excited about this as Brooke is “Holy shit, its like porn with the romance.” We like Melanie) Brooke is expecting an invitation to get ripped up by Riptide, but instead, he offers her a job. I was just as let down by this as Brooke was.

M: Brooke knows that Remy is a bit of a manwhore, so after he chases her out of the arena, kisses her, and then tracks her down and invites her to his fight, she has pretty much decided to step out of her comfort zone and let the man have his way with her. She’s actually a little offended that he didn’t seem to want sex from her.

C: Soon Brooke is traveling the country with Remy as his physical therapist, stretching him and cooling him down after work outs and this is exactly as hot as it sounds. Brooke’s walking around all perpetually soaked panties and aching loins and can’t figure out why Remy won’t just TAKE her and end the foreplay torment.

M: For his part, Remy is walking around with near constant wood for her, and holding back is just as torturous for him as it is for her. But everyone, Brooke included, is wishing he would just fuck her already. She’s getting super frustrated, and its all, “You’ll fuck literally everyone but me. Thanks.”

C: He’s also doing this really sweet thing where he plays her songs on his ipod to express his feelings for her, including this Goo Goo Dolls classic that made me feel all swoony

Remy is keeping something from Brooke, and I guessed it well before the book revealed what was going on with Mr. I Do Alpha Shit that had his team abuzz and bringing :ahem: ladies of the evening to his room to cool him down.

M: Remy is afraid that when Brooke finds out about his “dark side,” she’ll take off, and he’ll still be so bananas over her that he’ll want to die.

I loathe thinking I’m going to make her mine and the day my dark side catches up with me, she’ll be gone, her walls will be up and she won’t let me in, and I will be forever every woman’s adventure. A sex god and a plaything. Nobody’s real. Nobody’s choice. Nobody’s anything.

C: But Brooke knows a lot about how athletes body’s work and about burning off energy and all this other scientific chemistry stuff that I understood while reading (hand to Jesus guys I did) but have promptly forgotten. Plus she knows Remy would never hurt her, no matter how scary he may seem to almost every other human he encounters.

M: Remy’s emotional insecurity is a huge part of his character, but it did get a little old. Characters who can’t accept the love that is so clearly being given to them drive me batty.

C: The other conflict in Real comes from Remy’s biggest competition in the underground fighting league, an odious bastard who goes by the ring name Scorpion.

M: While we were reading this, we were at a birthday party where people were watching boxing on HBO, and an episode of Real Sports came on that examined the abusive relationship between War Machine and Christy Mack – the awful fighter who beat his girlfriend almost to death, and then laughed in the courtroom during her testimony. And we couldn’t help but make comparisons between War Machine and Scorpion. That’s how awful this character was.

C: He’s not alpha in a sexy, lion-like Remy way. At least not to Brooke or us. But apparently he is to Brooke’s baby sister Nora, who has gotten entangled with him unbeknownst to Brooke and the rest of her family. And UGH, Nora, you guys. This bitch is more trouble than she’s worth, to be honest.

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M: I just wanted Nora to go away. I didn’t feel like she deserved to be catalyst that would tear our couple apart.

C: I knew Real had a sequel and was really worried I was going to run into an awful Cliffhanger, but Evans ends this book with a happy in-love couple and it made me feel feels. Evans writes great HEA and great loved up dialog. And really great loved up sex.

His muscles surround me, hard and strong, clenching and flexing, his cock gut-wrenchingly hard and sexy, rubbing all over my body and smearing his semen on me. I’m so delirious, I want to have this man inside my sex, my mouth, and in my hands, all at once.

Scruffy jaw. Dark eyes twinkling. Dimpled smile.

God I’m done for.

“Who’s your man?” he asks gruffly, and he kisses me, rubbing that cherry against my clit. “Who’s your man baby?”

“You,” I moan.

M: The sex in this one is really really good. So much licking and biting… Plus – there’s a gray sweatpants boner. Katy Evans get out of my brain!

Where my wet little kitten presses against the large erection that swells prominently into his gray sweatpants.

C: Remy takes such great pleasure in marking Brooke as his with his tongue and with all the … fluid… smearing. I’m not sure why this comes across as so hot, but it certainly does. I don’t always read the second books in series when I know the couple is going to be fine (I’m a fickle jerk), but I need more Remy action. This one is highly recommended by both Mary and I, who would never steer you wrong.

Check it out on Amazon:

(and Remy)

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