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Excerpt from Remy by Katy Evans

16 Nov 2013
I'm sure you probably know how much I loved Real and Mine by Katy Evans. Well, Katy being as lovely as she is agreed to let me share an as yet unseen excerpt here on my blog. If you are a huge Katy Evans fan and saw the first 15 pages that she shared then you will be happy to know that this follows right on where that left off!

If you have not yet discover the wonder that is this series and the utter sexiness of Remington Tate then enjoy this little taste of amazingness ;) You can also check out my reviews for Real and Mine here and here.

This excerpt follows on from the first 15 pages of Remy that Katy Evans shared in her newsletter. If you haven't read that yet you can do so here.

Remy by Katy Evans



Synopsis

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.


Exclusive Excerpt



Bingo.

Scrolling down, I scan several articles about Brooke Dumas. Ones claim she’s a sports rehab specialist who interned at a Seattle academy. Prior ones mention her being a track athlete. A sprinter. Odd things happen in my chest. I reread that part, and, yeah. A sprinter.

Now I understand why she’s so lean, athletic, and fast. But she has some curves, the kind of curves I’ve never seen on a sprinter before. I curl my fingers into my palm as I replay how her small, perky breasts rose and fell as she looked up at me. My mouth waters as I remember the way she smelled. Fuck me. On YouTube, I find a video of her during some sort of tryouts. My heart starts whacking hard again when I pull off my headphones and click play. She wears little shorts. Her hair in a ponytail. And I see her long, lean, muscled legs. My cock swells, and I shift uncomfortably and bend to get a closer inspection as she gets into position. The group shoots off. She starts fast—

Then one of her legs buckles. And she falls. She lays there, on the ground, and starts sobbing as she struggles to stand.

My chest does something weird.

Shit, she’s crying so much her body shakes with it.

Forming fists, I watch her try to hop out of the track on her own, while the asshole spectator who recorded the video just keeps repeating, “Man, her life is over,” again and again.

Camera zooms in on her tear-filled face, and I quickly pause the screen and stare at her. Brooke Dumas. She looks just like she did today, but a little younger, and a whole lot more vulnerable. There’s a little dimple in her chin from her expression, and those gold eyes are so drowned in tears, I can barely see their pretty whiskey color. I start to read the comments beneath the clip, of which there are quite a few.

Iwlormw: Rumors have it she’d been doing cross fit against the advice of her coach and had already tweaked that knee!

Trrwoods: That’s what happens when you don’t prepare properly!

Runningexpert: She was good, but not that great. Lamaske would’ve still kicked the shit out of her in the Olympics.

My stomach boils.

I watch the video again, and my stomach boils even more.

With an angry growl, I toss my sports drink across the room and hear it slam against the wall. I want to destroy every one making fun of her.

She’d stood there tonight in my arena, trying to raise her walls up to me, and she’d looked proud as a warrioress, like she hadn’t already endured the world watching her fall once already. My chest twists so hard, I can’t breathe right again, and I growl and slam my laptop shut.

Pete raps his knuckles on my door and pushes it open a little. “Rem, you sure you don’t want to partake?”

He widens the gap and gestures at the trio of women behind him, their expectant eyes peering into my bedroom. They collectively sigh and one murmurs, “Please, Riptide . . .”

“Just once?” says the other.

“I said get rid of them, Pete.” I crack my knuckles, then my neck. The door closes and a sudden quiet settles in the suite, until Pete comes back and pries the door open again.

“All right, dude. But I really think you should’ve gone for them. . . . Anyhow, Diane wants to know if you want dinner in here.”

Shaking my head, I carry my iPad to the dining room and settle down to wolf down the contents of my plate on autopilot while Pete makes some phone calls confirming our hotel reservations in Atlanta next week.

While I’m eating, all I see are gold eyes, and parted lips, and the way Brooke Dumas looked at me, like a doe who’s just realized there’s one predator after her that won’t give up until she’s caught.

I want to make her mine.

Mine.

I want to smell the fuck out of her cause it gets me all cranked up and nothing has ever cranked me up like her scent just did. I want the joy of looking at her and touching her and I want. To make. Her. Mine.

Grabbing my iPad, I look her up on the Internet again as I chow, stopping on a picture from her sprinting days. She’s like a gazelle, and I’m going to be the lion that catches her.

“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.”


Isn't it amazing! The rest of the book is equally awesome. Luckily there isn't long left until the release of Remy and it is up for pre-order also :)
 

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