Manwhore +1 by Katy Evans * Review * Excerpt

Posted July 10, 2015 by Yesi in Book Reviews / 11 Comments

Manwhore +1 by Katy Evans * Review * ExcerptManwhore +1 on July 7th 2015
Pages: 336
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Book #2 in the sexy new Manwhore series from the New York Times bestselling author of REAL. Getting this close to Chicago’s hottest player can get a girl burned.Billionaire playboy? Check. Ruthless businessman? Check. Absolutely sinful? Check. Malcolm Saint was an assignment. A job. Any journalist would kill for access to this beautiful, difficult man, but I was the one sent to uncover Chicago’s hottest entrepreneur. I intended to reveal him—to learn his thoughts, his secrets, his lifestyle—then complete my assignment and walk away. But my head was overtaken by my heart, and I fell for him—hard. For a time, this wicked playboy was mine. But they say all good things come to an end... How can I prove to the man who trusts no one that I’m worthy of becoming his permanent plus one?

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MARIA’S THOUGHTS

Malcolm Kyle Preston Logan Saint is back and hotter than ever!! Sorry but I call “Dibs” ladies!! Katy Evans knows how to write a deliciously sexy alpha man we just can’t help but fall in love with. Highly anticipated, Manwhore +1, picks up at the cliff where Manwhore ended and left us hanging. Author Katy Evans does a good job depicting the push / pull between our hero and heroine. The insecurity and doubt after what happened between them in the first installment making them wary of what the other really wants. I liked the way she wrote Malcolm’s character. His struggle between what he wants and trusting again was well done. Rachel’s character continued to frustrate me in this book, I must admit. But I did I have to say while I liked they way they tried to rebuild their relationship and the sex was steamy hot, I kept waiting for something more to happen.

 

He’s staring at me with such intensity, it almost feels like he doesn’t know if he wants to kiss me, spank me, or fuck the hell out of me. Yes please. ~ Rachel Livingston

 

YESI’S THOUGHTS

Highly anticipated it putting it mildly… Manwhore +1 was on my MUST READ ASAP list from the moment I read the last line of Manwhore. I think we ALL want “Dibs” on Saint! While the book began as expected, Saint being hurt, aloof, and angry, Rachel apologetic and sad, I think I was hoping for more. What is that more? I’m not quite sure. As Maria said, I liked the push and pull, I liked that they built their relationship back up, and really I liked the steamy scenes between them. Yet, I felt that more story needed to take place. There wasn’t much conflict, or angst, or much of anything other than Rachel’s thoughts and lots and lots of hot sex. Don’t get me wrong, I can never deny LOVING every bit of Saint and all of his sexiness, but I honestly needed more than that. With that being said though, I am happy that they got their HAPPY. Saint is what made this book for me and I’ll read just about anything I can get that includes HIM in it!

 

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EXCERPT

MANWHORE + 1 by Katy Evans

FOUR WEEKS

I’ve never been so hopeful as when I board the pristine glass elevator at the M4 corporate building. A handful of employees ride along with me, murmuring perfunctory greetings to each other and to me. I think my mouth must be on vacation because I can’t seem to force it to speak. But I smile in reply—my smile nervous, nervous but hopeful, definitely hopeful. My riding companions step out on their floors one by one until I’m alone, riding up to the executive floor on my own.

Toward him.

Toward the man I love.

My body is raging. My blood is pumping—my blood is storming—my thighs are shaking. My stomach feels filled with little earthquakes that just won’t quit, then they turn into a full-fledged roil when I hear the elevator ting at his floor.

Stepping out, I’m in corporate nirvana, surrounded by sleek chrome and pristine glass, marble and limestone floors. But I hardly have eyes for anything except the tall and imposing frosted glass doors at the far end of the room.

Framing those doors to each side is a pair of sleek designer desks, for a total of four.

Behind these desks are four women in identical black-and-white suits, sitting behind their gleaming dark-oak desks, working quietly behind their flat-screen computers.

One of them, the forty-year-old Catherine H. Ulysses—right hand of the man who owns every inch of this building—stops what she’s doing when she sees me. She arches her brow, then seems both tense and relieved as she lifts the receiver on her desk and murmurs my name into it.

  1. Am. Not. Breathing.

But Catherine doesn’t miss a beat as she motions me toward the huge frosted doors—those intimidating doors—that lead into the lair of the most powerful man in Chicago.

The human being with the most powerful effect on me.

This is what I’ve been waiting for, for four weeks. This is what I wanted when I left a thousand messages on his phones and what I wanted when I wrote a thousand others that I left unsent. To see him.

For him to want to see me.

But as I force myself to step forward, I don’t even know if I’ll have the strength to stand before him and look him in the eye after what I did.

I’m wracked so hard with nervousness and anticipation and hope—yes hope, small but bright, even as I shake like a leaf.

Catherine holds the door open, and I struggle to hold my head high and walk into his office.

Two steps inside I hear the swoosh of the glass door shutting behind me and my systems halt at the familiar sight of the most beautiful office I’ve ever been in.

His office is all vast marble and chrome, twelve-foot ceilings, and endless floor-to-ceiling windows.

And there he is. The center of its axis. The center of my world.

He’s pacing by the window, speaking into a headset in a low, low voice—the kind he uses when he’s pissed. All I can make out are the words have to be dead to let her fall into his clutches …

He hangs up, and as if he feels me in the room, he turns his head. His eyes flare when he sees me. His green eyes.

His achingly familiar, beautiful green eyes.

He inhales, very slowly, his chest expanding, his hands curling a little at his sides as he looks at me.

I look back at him.

Malcolm Kyle Preston Logan Saint.

I just walked into the eye of the most powerful storm of my life. No. Not a storm. A hurricane.

Four weeks, I haven’t seen him. And he still looks exactly as I remember. Larger than life, and more irresistible than ever.

His striking face is perfectly shaven today, and his sensual lips look so achingly full I can almost feel them against mine. Six-feet-plus of perfectly controlled male power stand before me, in a perfect black suit and a killer tie. He’s the very devil in Armani; strong-boned, square-jawed, gleaming dark hair and those penetrating eyes.

He’s got the best eyes.

They twinkle mercilessly when he teases me, and when he doesn’t tease me, they’re mysterious and unreadable, assessing and intelligent, keeping me guessing about his thoughts.

But I had forgotten how cold those eyes used to be. Green arctic ice looks back at me now. Every fleck of ice in those eyes gleaming like diamond shards.

He clenches his jaw and tosses the headset aside.

           He looks as approachable as a wall, his shoulders stretching his white shirt, which clings to his skin like a groupie. But I know he’s not a wall; I’ve never wanted to throw myself at a wall like this.

He’s walking towards me. Every step he takes makes my heart pound as he moves with that quiet and confident own-the-world stride of his.

He stops a few feet away and shoves his hands into his pants pockets; and he seems so big all of a sudden, and he smells so utterly good. I drop my eyes to his tie as the little candle of hope I walked in with starts to flicker with doubt.

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three-half-stars

About Katy Evans

Katy Evans grew up with books and book-boyfriends until she found a real sexy boyfriend to love. They married and are now hard at work on their own happily ever after. Katy loves her family and friends, and she also loves reading, walking, baking, and being consumed by her characters until she reaches “The End.” Which is, hopefully, only the beginning…

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