Sunday 24 November 2013


© Bianca Janeane

Real, Raw & Ripped #3

• New Adult
(sexy fighter Romance)

• 208 pages
• Gallery Books 
• release date: November 26, 2013


New York Times bestselling author Katy Evans expands upon the intense love story begun in Real--this time from Remington "Riptide" Tate's point of view.
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.

About the Story...

Present Day Seattle:

"There will be hundreds of days in my life that I won't remember. But this is one day that I will never forget. Today I marry my wife. Brooke "Little Firecracker" Dumas."

 The book starts off right where we left Remy & Brooke & Racer in MINE

Uhm - if you haven't read those 2 books - please stop reading this review now and run to your nearest bookstore or click yourself to amazon and BUY THOSE BOOKS!!!!

Racer is four months old now and it's Remington and Brooke's wedding day. The real church wedding.

And while Remy is waiting for Brooke to finish getting dressed - and all through the drive to church and later the wedding and wedding night - he is remembering. Telling us how and what he felt when he saw Brooke for the first time.

"Brooke," I say against her soft lips, then I draw back with a smile. 
"I'm Remington!"

We go all through Real and Mine in Remy's POV.
We hear about events that Brooke couldn't tell us about - because she wasn't there at the time.
But most importantly we hear about Remy's feelings.
His hopes and fears.

Of course we have lots of romantic and sexy scenes too ;)


lots of sad and moving parts

and of course there will be lots of music again!

Iris should be the main soundtrack song of the movie ☺ I hope there will be a movie one day!!!

Goo Goo Dolls - Iris

And I'd give up forever to touch you   
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow  
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now 
 And all I can taste is this moment     
And all I can breathe is your life  
And sooner or later it's over
I just don't wanna miss you tonight 
  And I don't want the world to see me  
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand   
When everything's meant to be broken  
I just want you to know who I am    
And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming   
Or the moment of truth in your lies      
When everything feels like the movies   
Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive  
  And I don't want the world to see me  
 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand    
When everything's meant to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am  

 I started to read thinking, ok - this will be a short little thingy from Remy's POV - and it will be nice but we've heard most of it before in Real & Mine - but pfffff, no - the book was AMAZING!

All those words that Remington never had - he says them to us - we now know how helpless and angry and sad and hopeful he feels.
It was just sooo adorably moving ... I could've cried all through the book ☺

 The way he hopes that maybe Brooke is the one person in the world who will understand the real him.

What will it be like if I make her mine? 
But of course he's scared as hell of losing her - before he even has her.   

  ...when can I have her? 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.  

Everything he says - or rather thinks, is just sooo heartbreakingly sad and moving and sweet and cute.

"Fuck me. She's so beautiful and I'm so broken."   
There was one line again - just like in Mine - that was my favorite:

    I have never shared my music with anyone.

Isn't that the most heartbreaking line?!?!??

Remy is just so amazing. He's such a sweet, sad and lost little boy on the inside.

Of course it's not all about crying!!!   

   It's a wonderfully romantic & sexy & moving & cute new adult fighter book! 

 But just like the other 2 books in the series it was way too short for my taste! How can you not want to read about Remington forever and ever???? ☺ I'm sooo glad the series isn't over yet!


One thing a girl can never have too much of in her life Remington Tate.
And when I turned on my Kindle and Remy was sitting waiting for me

 I was very much looking forward to Remy, and Katy Evans has not disappointed.
This installment of the Raw, Ripped and Real is the story so far, but from Remy's POV.  At first I thought "Oh here we go the same story again" - which I would not have a problem with, as I could reread this series over and over. 
But I was wrong.  Remy has always told us that he is no good with words - but here he is pouring his heart out to us, through his words and his music.

This does not just retell the story of Real and  Mine, is takes us from the past to the present and his marriage to Brooke, and let's not forget Racer - gah!
I love how we feel every emotion that Remy is feeling.  Lust, need, want. Anger and love.  He is such a complex man, and at times my heart just breaks for him.  Katy Evans had me in the room with Remy and Brooke as they fought, as they talked, as they loved

  Katy Evans, thank you for giving us Remy.  I know the next 2 books are not Remy/Brooke-centred, but please please please let us have more of them!
But April 2014 - too far away, and

“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.” “Rem . . .” he says in warning. “Offer her a salary she can’t decline.” Pete answers me with a puzzled silence. He seems taken aback and is trying to make sense of me. He’s looking into my eyes, and I can tell he’s observing whether they are black or blue. I’m not black. So I wait quietly. He sighs, slowly jots down her name, and speaks cautiously. “All right, Remington, but let me say, this has Bad Idea written all over it.” Shoving my plate aside, I lean back and cross my arms. My head betrays me half the time. One day, it tells me I am god. The other, it tells me that I not only rule hell, but I invented it. Does Pete think I give one fuck about what his own head thinks about my idea? I don’t listen to my head anymore. I listen only to my gut. “I want her watching me fight Saturday,” I remind him as I get up and shove my chair back under the table. And I want her watching from the best seats in the house.” “Remington . . .” “Just do it, Pete,” I say as I cross the living room back to the master. “I already have the tickets ready to go, dude, but it’s hard enough keeping Diane from knowing of your . . . er, issues . . . It’s going to be even harder to keep it from someone like this sports rehab specialist.” I prop my shoulder at the threshold of my bedroom and think about that. I lower my voice. “Make her sign a contract, so I have guaranteed time with her. And stabilize me the instant I start losing my shit.” “Remington, just let me get some other girls—” “No, Pete. No other girls.” I shut myself in my room and grab my headphones, then just lie there with my iPod in my hand, staring at it. What will it be like if I make her mine? I don’t delude myself into thinking that she will accept me, but what if she does? What if she can understand me? The way I am? The two parts of me? No. Not two parts. Every. Single. Fucking. Part. Of me. My gut tightens as I remember the way her eyes shone when she looked at me. The way they softened after I kissed her and she looked into my eyes, wanting more of me. I have never seen a look quite like that before. I have been wanted by thousands of women. Nobody has ever looked at me with such open, frightened longing as her. She was not frightened of me. She was frightened of “it.” This same thing clenching my gut that has me all tangled up. Every cell in my body is buzzing with awareness. Every inch of my skin is awake. My muscles feel primed like they do when I’m ready to fight. Except I’m not ready to fight now. I’m ready to go get my mate. God help her.


 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!