I received this book for free from Netgalley in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.Mine by Katy Evans
Series: Real #2
Published by Gallery Books on November 5, 2013
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I belong to him. He belongs to me. Our love is all-consuming, powerful,imperfect, and real...
See that? ↑ Yep, up there. The synopsis? Those few short words aren’t very descriptive are they? That’s okay because we’re getting more Remy, right? Right! I could summarize Mine for you, but I’m not going to. Here’s why. I really don’t want to spoil anything. Trust me. You’ll thank me when you start reading this book.
Here’s what I can tell you. Author Katy Evans will take you on a journey. There are twists and turns in this one. Some I sort of figured out and others I did not. Remember that douche bag Scorpion? Yes, he makes another appearance.
The plot for Mine was really good and I couldn’t put this book down. I kept turning page after page to see what would happen next. I both laughed and cried while reading this one. It’s can be highly emotional at times.
Remy. Sexy, strong, alpha all the way, and bipolar to boot. Let’s face it. The man is amazeballs and totally swoon worthy. Rawr. He always gets my motor running.
If you read my review of Real you will already know that at times I think a little bit of the bipolar issue was unrealistic to me. I’m not saying the way things happen in this book are wrong, just that in my personal experience I’m never heard of such things happening. That doesn’t mean they don’t. I can’t say that these elements take away from the story because they don’t. I just sort of think they aren’t actually accurate.
Brooke. I really liked her in the first book. I think she was good for Remy. Together these two share a strong bond. They both have jealousy issues though. A time or two I found myself getting irritated with her while reading this one.
The sexual content within this one is not only hot and steamy, but plentiful as well. I had to fan myself quite a few times.
Even though Mine is a series book it doesn’t end with a cliffhanger. Thank God. I’m over cliffhangers at the moment.
Up next is Remy. We get his prospective on how things are. I’m so excited about this one! He’s such a complex character and I can’t wait to experience things through his POV.
Overall, I really loved this book! It’s left me hungry for more. More Remy that is. 😀
“Ladies and gentlemen, we all remember our crushed souls—our crushed spirits!—when the crowd favorite lost the championship final last year.”
The crowd boos in memory, and my throat clogs thinking about how Remy’s broken body had been carried out of the ring.
“Have no fear, people. Have no fear!”
“REMY!!!!!!!!!” someone screams.
“Bring him out already!” another yells.
“Oh, we will. Have no doubt about it, we will,” the announcer somberly says, painfully drawing it out for the crowd. “After much speculation and many rumors, it’s completely official. The man is fighting this season, and he’s taking no prisoners, people! Here he is, ladies and gentlemen. Here. He. Is! You all know who I’m talking about?”
The crowd roars, “RIP-TIIIIIIIDE!”
“One more time, ’cause I can’t hear you!”
“That’s right, ladies and gentlemen! Here’s our favorite bad boy with that infamous smile and those deadly fists, ready to carve R.I.P. into anyone who stands in his way this year. The one, the only, Remingtoooon Tate, your RIPTIIIIIIIIIDE!!”
Wild excitement rushes through me as the crowd stands and roars like never before.
“My god, the fans are thirsty for him,” Pete breathes.
And so am I. My god. So am I.
Across the ring from me, women are waving panties in the air. Panties! Another lifts a sign that reads pull me under, riptide!
My mouth is dry, and a thousand and one winged things flutter in my stomach when I see a flash of red.
And then, he’s closer.
Trotting out of the walkway and to the ring.
To his ring.
My body enlivens with sensations as he breaks through the crowd.
Some fans have escaped their seats and make a grab for him, but he easily shoves his way through the throng, his face shadowed by the hood of his red satin robe. Remy. My Remy. The man I love with every ounce of me.
“Riptide, you put the sex in SEXY!”
“Remy, I want you to fucking impregnate me!”
He climbs into the ring with a fluid jump, and then he removes his riptide robe, slowly, without hurrying. Hundreds of female screams ring in my ears as he goes to his corner to hand the robe to Riley, his coach’s second.
Riley pats his muscled back with a smile and tells him something. Remington throws his head back as if he’s laughing and then takes the center of the ring, spreads his long, ripped arms out, and starts doing his slow and cocky I-know-you-all-want-to-fuck-me turn.
I will never, ever, get used to the sight of him in that ring. My heart whams excitedly into my rib cage while all my insides pulse with need, and my chest feels like a balloon about to burst in excitement. Hard, lean, and perfect, he is all dangerous, all beautiful, and all mine.
My eyes absorb every inch of what every other woman here is drooling for, and I helplessly let my gaze run up and down his perfect athletic form. My eyes lovingly caress his tan and kiss the inky Celtic bands over his biceps. I admire his torso and his long, strong legs, his sculptured arms, his narrow waist and broad shoulders. Every muscle in his perfect body is so defined that you would know exactly where one structure ends and the next begins if you trailed your fingers along his magnificent form.
And as he turns even more, I see the washboard abs with eight squares—eight! Yes, it is impossible, but he’s got them . . . and his face.
Oh god, I can’t even take it.
The scruffy jaw. The brilliant blue eyes. The sexy smirk. The dimples. He’s got a smile on his face, his expression, one that tells you he’s got a whole lot of trouble planned for the evening and you don’t want to miss it, is playful and boyish.
A collective gasp spreads out in the rows behind me as he moves to face us.
The butterflies in my stomach burst awake when those dancing blue eyes start scanning the crowd, silently laughing at all of us. He’s clearly amused by our obsession over everything Remington Tate!
Beside me, a middle-aged blonde with too much Botox jumps up and down and screams like a lunatic, “Remy! Give me a taste of that Riptide!”
The impulse to drag the woman down by her hair seizes me, but at the same time, I know you can’t look at him without dissolving into a pool of lust.
He is a stud. He was made to mate. To procreate.
And I want him like my next breath.
I want him more than any one of these screaming women wants him.
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.
He’s up there, ever elusive and mysterious, a black box of mystery without end. And I want to get lost in him, even if I never come out the same.