Stories and Swag!: Blog Tour and Giveaway: Mine by Katy Evans

He's mine, and I'm his. Our love is all-consuming, powerful,
imperfect, and real...

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 "Riptide" 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, she is torn away from his side. Now with distance and darkness between them, the only thing left is to fight for the love of the man she calls MINE.

Except

I’ve only spent the night with one man in my entire life. I love bumping into his muscles while we sleep. I love how the sheets smell of him, of us, and how his shoulders have become my favorite pillow, even though they’re hard as hell and I can’t understand why I like sleeping on them, but I do. They come with his arm around my waist and his scent, and his heat, and I love it all, every bit of it. Especially when he ducks his head to tuck his nose into my neck, and I bury mine into his.

The problem is that his side of the bed seems to eject him exactly at ten in the morning, and my side seems to have no eject button.

Today I feel like a dead weight, while I can tell he’s not even in the room.

The air is different when he’s not near. He charges it when he’s nearby, like a slow, powerful vibration around me that makes me hyper-alert and feel both safe and excited.

I’ve really fallen for him.

Six months ago, I wanted a one night stand less, to have a little fun after dedicating my years to my career. Instead…I get him.

Unpredictable, infuriating, sexy him…the man everyone lusts after and I didn’t want to. I ended up not only lusting after him, but falling face-first in love with him. And now, loving him is the most exhilarating rollercoaster I’ve ever ridden in my life.

Sitting up on the bed, I rub my eyes to shield from the streaming sunlight and wish I had Red Bull and Monster running through my veins like Remy does. We hardly slept doing our favorite sexy stuff, and he’s already raring to go. I even see his suitcase by the door, ready for us to leave for the next tour location, while I still need to pack.

Squinting again as I slide out of bed, I go to the small closet to find something to wear when I spot the letter on his nightstand next to his iPhone—which he rarely even powers on except for music-hearing purposes. The sight of my letter brings a rush of awful memories to me, and I have to quell the urge to grab it, tear it, and flush the pieces down the toilet.

But Remington would be so mad. He treasures that stupid letter I’d left him when I left.

Because in it, I tell him what nobody had ever told him before.

I love you, Remy.

My legs start shaking, and I close my eyes and tell myself I’m not perfect. I’ve never been taught to do this. I never dreamed of love, a partner…I dreamed of sports and the latest running shoes. Not of spiky black hair and blue eyes. I’m trying to learn. To be the woman a man like him deserves. And I want to spend the rest of my life showing Remy that I deserve him, and the rest of my days making sure he takes back what he lost because of me. If anyone, in this world, deserves to be a champion—it’s him.

“He’s a pussy, just relax,” I hear his gruff, manly voice outside the master bedroom.

I laugh at my own body’s response to hearing Remington say “pussy”—my womb clenches and I feel instantly a little warm. Whore.

Grinning, I search through the closet through his stuff, then have to go to his suitcase. I know that he likes it when I wear his things. I think it makes him feel like I’m his property, and it’s insane how much I like to pick on his alpha tendencies. When he’s blue-eyed, he’s possessive, but when he’s black, he’s downright territorial.

It delights me when he gets all growly you’re-mine and it delights him when I wear his stuff.

So this morning, why not the both of us be delighted? I take his riptide boxing robe and slip it on, then I hurry into the bathroom, brush my teeth and wash my face, wrap my hair in a ponytail, and pad outside.

Jennifer M. says...

If you've ever wondered if you can have an orgasm while simply reading...the answer is YES! Thank you Katy Evans sharing Remy. Sorry ladies, he's all mine.

Remy is back and he is hotter than ever! Reunited with Brooke, they face so many challenges and fight to come out on top. We learn about the time they were apart and how it changed them both. How they both struggled and how it only made their love stronger.

“I’ve been loved, and I have loved.

I’m in love, and I will forever be changed by this love, by this man. I used to dream of medals and championships, but now I dream solely of a blue-eyed fighter who one day changed my life, when he put his lips on mine….”

THUD.

“I want every fragmented part of him. I want his body. His mind. His heart. His beautiful soul.”

Holy FREAKIN sh*t!!! I want him. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. That’s what my heart does when Remy is around.

“He electrifies me. Invisible currents leap between us. His smile blazes through me, and suddenly, the inside of my chest, where my heart beats, feels like a burning torch he just lit.”

UH…NO FLIPPIN WAY!!! Mine swells, shatters, melts into a puddle of goo.

“Since I met you, all I wanted was to be yours. You said you were my…my…Real.”

He is my Real, my REMY.

Katy Evans has created the epitome of the SUPERMAN OF sex…freakin super hot, panties on fire Remington FKN Tate. His love is so strong, so powerful, you feel it in the core of your soul.

“You…are going to love me until I die. I’m going to make you love me even if it hurts, and when it hurts, I’m going to make it better, Brooke.”

Jesus, Moses, Buddah…I need a Remy. Brooke and Remy loved each other fiercely…would die for each other.

Remy…blue, black, speedy, any which way, I swear I was squirming, SQUIRMING, while reading…he makes me think very dirty thoughts. Like I wanted to climb inside my kindle and “ride him to Australia and back.”

R-I-P-T-I-D-E

POOM POOM POOM.

“You’re everything I never knew I wanted.” – Remy

This book had me crying, swooning, and loving EVERY. FANTASTICAL. WORD.

Every woman needs to meet Remy. I truly loved every moment. I don’t want to give anything away! You want the book hangover to be yours, read MINE!!!

Remy, however, is taken!!!