Author: Katy Evans
Release date: April 9, 2013
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Age Group: Mature New Adult/ Adult
A fallen boxer.
A woman with a broken dream.
IS HE FOR REAL?
He makes me forget my name. One night was all it took, and I forgot everything and anything except the sexy fighter in the ring who sets my mind ablaze and my body on fire with wanting…
Remington Tate is the strongest, most confusing man I’ve ever met in my life.
He’s the star of the dangerous Underground fighting circuit, and I’m drawn to him as I’ve never been drawn to anything in my life. I forget who I am, what I want, with just one look from him. When he’s near, I need to remind myself that I am strong–but he is stronger. And now it’s my job to keep his body working like a perfect machine, his taut muscles primed and ready to break the bones of his next opponents . . .
But the one he’s most threatening to, now, is me.
I want him. I want him without fear. Without reservations.
If only I knew for sure what it is that he wants from me?
This is the most intense foreplay I’ve ever felt, and suddenly I want it to be more than play. I want it to happen tonight.
When he wins for the tenth and final time, I feel his eyes on me again, and I can only stare back at him, willing him to know that I want him. He smiles at me, all sweaty and cocky with blue-eyes glinting and dimples showing. Grabbing the cord at the top of the ring, he easily swings his body over it and lands gracefully in the aisle before me.
Melanie freezes at my side as his beautifully sculpted and gleaming tan body approaches.
There is no doubt about his destination.
Holding my breath until I feel like my lungs are going to burst, I stand on wobbly legs because I really don’t know what else to do. The crowd roars, and women behind me shout.
“Kiss his heart out, woman!”
“You don’t deserve him, you bitch!”
“You go, girl!”
He flashes his dimples at me, and I keep waiting for his hands as he leans over. I can almost feel the way those hands felt on me last time, big, strange, and a little bit wonderful as they practically engulfed my face. I’m already dying. Dying with want. With recklessness. With anticipation.
Instead, he bends his dark head to whisper against my temple, and the only thing of his body touching mine is his breath, bathing my skin with heat as his gruff voice tumbles in my ear, “Sit tight. I’ll send someone over for you.”
He smiles and backs off as the crowd keeps screaming, and he climbs up into the ring, leaving me blinking after him. It takes the woman next to me about a full minute of shaking and hyperventilating to get out, “Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygodgodgodgod, his elbow brushed me, his elbow brushed me!”
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About the Author
Katy Evans writes books with lots of kissing and wanting and sexy dangerous males. She’s married with two children and three dogs and spends her time baking, walking, writing, reading, and having fun with her family. She’d love to hear from you at; authorkatyevansATgmail.com