Mineby Katy Evans
"I will do anything to make her MINE." —Remington Tate
“I will do anything to make her MINE.” —Remington Tate
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/i>/b>/i>
"I will do anything to make her MINE." —Remington Tate
“I will do anything to make her MINE.” —Remington Tate
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 “Remy” 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, Brooke is torn away from the ringside. Now with distance and darkness between them, the only thing left is to fight for the love of the man she calls MINE.
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IT’S BEEN TWO months, exactly sixty-two days, since I returned to him. A thousand four hundred eighty-eight hours of wanting, longing, and needing him. It has been even longer than that since thousands of women, men, and fans across the world watched him fall.
This is it. The first fight of the new Underground season.
He’s been training like mad. He’s put on more muscle. He’s more ripped than ever, and I know this season he’s ready to take what’s his.
The audience in the Washington, D.C., fighting arena consists of about a thousand people, and when the winner of the current match is announced, the crowd grows restless.
We all know it’s his time to be called. His assistant, Pete, sits tense and alert to my right. He’d told me he’s the “draw”—that most everyone in the arena is here for him.
I know I certainly am.
The air is charged with excitement and scented with perfume, beer, and sweat. The two previous fighters are exiting the ring now, one of them assisted by his team, and my heart pounds as I sit motionless in my seat, in the first row, at the very center, just where my man wants me. So here I am, waiting, my body hyperaware and my heart pounding his name. Remington, Remington, Remington . . .
The speakers crackle as the announcer turns on the microphone, and I almost jump out of my skin.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we all remember our crushed souls—our crushed spirits!—when the crowd favorite lost the championship final last year.”
The crowd boos in memory, and my throat clogs thinking about how Remy’s broken body had been carried out of the ring.
“Have no fear, people. Have no fear!”
“REMY!!!!!!!!!” someone screams.
“Bring him out already!” another yells.
“Oh, we will. Have no doubt about it; we will,” the announcer somberly says, painfully drawing it out for the crowd. “After much speculation and many rumors, it’s completely official. The man is fighting this season, and he’s taking no prisoners, people! Here he is, ladies and gentlemen. Here. He. Is! You all know who I’m talking about?”
The crowd roars, “RIP-TIIIIIIIDE!”
“One more time, ’cause I can’t hear you!”
“That’s right, ladies and gentlemen! Here’s our favorite bad boy with that infamous smile and those deadly fists, ready to carve R.I.P. into anyone who stands in his way this year. The one, the only, Remingtoooon Tate, your RIPTIIIIIIIIIDE!!”
Wild excitement rushes through me as the crowd stands and roars like never before.
“My god, the fans are thirsty for him,” Pete breathes.
And so am I. My god. So am I.
Across the ring from me, women are waving panties in the air. Panties! Another lifts a sign that reads PULL ME UNDER, RIPTIDE!
My mouth is dry, and a thousand and one winged things flutter in my stomach when I see a flash of red.
And then, he’s closer.
Trotting out of the walkway and to the ring.
To his ring.
My body enlivens with sensations as he breaks through the crowd.
Some fans have escaped their seats and make a grab for him, but he easily shoves his way through the throng, his face shadowed by the hood of his red satin robe. Remy. My Remy. The man I love with every ounce of me.
“Riptide, you put the sex in SEXY!”
“Remy, I want you to fucking impregnate me!”
He climbs into the ring with a fluid jump, and then he removes his RIPTIDE robe, slowly, without hurrying. Hundreds of female screams ring in my ears as he goes to his corner to hand the robe to Riley, his coach’s second.
Riley pats his muscled back with a smile and tells him something. Remington throws his head back as if he’s laughing and then takes the center of the ring, spreads his long, ripped arms out, and starts doing his slow and cocky I-know-you-all-want-to-fuck-me turn.
I will never, ever, get used to the sight of him in that ring. My heart whams excitedly into my rib cage while all my insides pulse with need, and my chest feels like a balloon about to burst in excitement. Hard, lean, and perfect, he is all dangerous, all beautiful, and all mine.
My eyes absorb every inch of what every other woman here is drooling for, and I helplessly let my gaze run up and down his perfect athletic form. My eyes lovingly caress his tan and kiss the inky Celtic bands over his biceps. I admire his torso and his long, strong legs, his sculptured arms, his narrow waist and broad shoulders. Every muscle in his perfect body is so defined that you would know exactly where one structure ends and the next begins if you trailed your fingers along his magnificent form.
And as he turns even more, I see the washboard abs with eight squares—eight! Yes, it is impossible, but he’s got them . . . and his face.
Oh god, I can’t even take it.
The scruffy jaw. The brilliant blue eyes. The sexy smirk. The dimples. He’s got a smile on his face; his expression, one that tells you he’s got a whole lot of trouble planned for the evening and you don’t want to miss it, is playful and boyish.
A collective gasp spreads out in the rows behind me as he moves to face us.
The butterflies in my stomach burst awake when those dancing blue eyes start scanning the crowd, silently laughing at all of us. He’s clearly amused by our obsession over everything Remington Tate!
Beside me, a middle-aged blonde with too much Botox jumps up and down and screams like a lunatic, “Remy! Give me a taste of that Riptide!”
The impulse to drag the woman down by her hair seizes me, but at the same time, I know you can’t look at him without dissolving into a pool of lust.
He is a stud. He was made to mate. To procreate.
And I want him like my next breath.
I want him more than any one of these screaming women wants him.
I want every fragmented part of him. I want his body. His mind. His heart. His beautiful soul.
He says he’s mine, but I know that there’s a part of Remington Tate nobody will ever have.
I am his, but he is untamable and unconquerable.
The only one who can defeat Remington Tate is himself.
He’s up there, ever elusive and mysterious, a black box of mystery without end. And I want to get lost in him, even if I never come out the same.
Pete elbows my ribs and whispers in my ear, “My god, it’s unfair he gets all the attention and this”—he signals at his skinny self—“gets nothing.”
I smile. With his curly hair and brown eyes, Pete’s always dressed in a black suit and tie. He’s not only Remy’s personal assistant, he’s also like his older brother and one of my closest friends.
“Nora likes you just as you are,” I taunt him about my younger sister.
He smiles at that and wiggles his eyebrows as he nods pointedly back toward the ring, where Remington finishes his turn and almost completely faces me.
My nerve endings stir and tingle in excitement as his twinkling blue eyes glide down the length of my row, where he knows I will be. I swear every part of me quivers in anticipation, waiting for those eyes to find me.
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’s just lit.
His eyes hold me clasped in the loving heat of his, and I can see his quiet joy tonight, his possessiveness, the territorial stare that tells everyone in this room that I. Am. His.
Then he points at me.
My heart stops.
It seems that everyone’s eyes follow the finger pointing in my direction, aimed straight at my chest, where my heart races for him, his red-hot blue gaze clearly saying, “This one’s for her.”
A delighted roar from the crowd explodes around me. It hits me like adrenaline, like a shot of tequila that flies straight to your head, the way his fans love him. The way he loves them back. The way he loves me.
I’m amazed by the way the public reacts to him and by the way he stands there, with his dimples flashing, sucking in all the energy in the room and channeling it into “Riptide.”
God, I love him, and I never want him to forget it!
Overcome with the impulse, I blow him a kiss.
He catches it and smashes it to his mouth.
The crowd grows even louder. Remy points at me, laughing, and I’m laughing too. My eyes burn a little because I’m so happy that I just can’t fit inside my skin. I’m happy that he’s happy, and he’s where he belongs.
This is his season. This year, nothing will stop Remington Tate from being the Underground League champion. Nothing.
He will do whatever it takes, because he’s a driven, powerful, passionate man, and whether I am afraid, worried, excited, or all of the above, I will support him.
“And now, ladies and gentlemen, may we have a round of applause to welcome a newbie to the Underground, from the Fighter’s Club, the famed, feared, and deadly Grant Gonzalez, “Goooodzillaaaa!”
As his opponent is announced, Remington circles the ring restlessly like a panther until a huge lump of silver comes out from a second walkway. Remy flexes his fingers at his sides as he watches the man take the ring. Tonight, they all wear their hands taped with bare knuckles exposed, much like men used to fight in older times.
The new fighter is barely out of his robe when the public starts shunning him. “Booooooo! Booooo!”
“That guy has killed a couple people fighting,” Pete tells me under his breath. “He’s a dirty and mean motherfucker.”
“Don’t tell me people have died in these events?” I ask in horror, feeling a disturbing quake inside my stomach. Pete rolls his eyes.
“Brooke, these are uncensored fights. Of course shit happens.”
The thought of Remy fighting with killers catapults my usual pre-fight fears to a whole new level. Fears I had repressed as my man drank up the audience’s adoration. Fears that now grip me by the tummy and squeeze me like a fist.
“Pete, death is more than ‘shit’ happening.”
Remington taps his fists to his opponent’s and the crowd falls quiet. My insides go utterly still. I’m wildly, almost anxiously, measuring the new guy, as if I can get any knowledge from his looks alone. The young man’s white skin is slicked with something that looks like grease. Are they allowed to be slippery when fighting? He has long hair tied in a ponytail and beefy muscles like most every other fighter I’ve seen. Nobody is as lean and beautiful as Remy. I’ll bet no one takes care of their body and trains with the same dedication that he does.
When the bell rings, I don’t think I’m breathing.
They approach each other. Remington waits for the other man to move, his guard perfectly up, every one of his powerful muscles relaxed so they can quickly engage. Finally, Godzilla swings. Remy ducks and rams the side of his body and—unbelievably—knocks that enormous monster down with a crashing noise.
I gasp in complete disbelief when the referee’s counting begins.
A private smile curves Remy’s lips as he looks down at the motionless figure and practically dares him to move.
A roar rips through the crowd.
Pete jumps to his feet and pumps his fist in the air. “Yeah! That’s right! Who’s the man! Who. Is. The MAN!”
“ONE PUNCH, ladies and gentlemen!” the voice yells through the speakers. “One fucking punch! He’s back! HE’S BACK!!! Men and women, girls and fucking boys, I give you tonight, your one and only Riiiptide!!! RIPtiiiiide!!”
The ringmaster yanks up Remy’s arm in victory.
And although the entire arena screams his name, his dancing blue eyes immediately come to me, and my whole body starts to ache in every single place.
He’s a fucking sex god. And he freaking turns me on.
“Riptide, please, oh, please let me touch you!” A screaming woman runs to the edge of the ring, stretching her hand through the ring ropes toward him.
Remington seems to take pity on her and seizes her hand. He buzzes his lips across her knuckles, and she begins to scream hysterically. I laugh, but then a snake of jealousy curls around my gut. He looks up at me as he releases her, and then, in that lithe way he moves that reminds me of large deadly cats, he swings down from the ring.
Complete stillness settles over the arena until all I can hear is my heartbeat.
Remington . . . Remington . . . Remington . . .
He walks up to me, the smile on his face telling me he thinks he’s all that.
“You’re jealous,” he says in that deep, toe-curling voice of his.
“A little,” I say, laughing at myself.
He doesn’t laugh, but he smiles a smile that sparkles in his blue eyes as he slides his fingers up the side of my throat, then I feel the pad of his thumb gently stroke across the flesh of my bottom lip. The butterflies in my tummy awaken. His eyes are at half-mast as he surveys my mouth. He does it slowly, from corner to corner, and then, because he seems to think he owns this mouth, he swoops down and takes it.
His lips fire me up. My stomach spins as he forces my lips apart, and when his tongue flashes, hot, damp, and powerful, to take a quick and heady taste of me, I trap back my moan.
“Don’t be,” he roughly tells me as he looks down at my kissed mouth and appreciates his handiwork for a moment. He presses his lips to my forehead for a fraction of a second, and then he heads back to the ring in that graceful way he walks, relaxed and almost ambling.
Behind me, I hear breathless voices.
“Holy shit, I want to do that ten ways till Sunday.”
“Ohmifucking god he was right here!”
I lick my lips, and I can still taste the sexy fucker, which only makes my nipples bead and my sex swell with complete possessiveness of him.
As his next opponent is called up to fight, Remington flexes the muscles of his arms, down to the tips of his fingers. His smile flashes at me from the ring, and very clearly, his two dimples tell me how much he enjoys leaving me in a puddle of love and longing. The devil.
A fighter I remember from last year, Parker Drake, “the Terror,” gets up in the ring to face him. And the bell rings.
The crowd quiets as the fight begins, and both men start swinging and hitting. Remy’s punches are powerful, and you can hear the sound of his fists landing, deep, strong, and fast as lightning. Poom poom poom! Squirming in my seat, I watch and listen, alternating between thrill and worry, when Parker crashes to the ground. I shoot to my feet and scream “Riptide!” in chorus with all the other people, knowing that this is the first of many times I will be here watching Remington reclaim everything, every single thing, that he gave up for me.
Meet the Author
Katy Evans lives with her husband and their two children plus three lazy dogs in south Texas. Some of her favorite pastimes are hiking, reading, baking, and spending time with her friends and family. She is the New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of Manwhore, Manwhore +1, Ms. Manwhore, and The REAL series: REAL, MINE, REMY, ROGUE, RIPPED, and LEGEND. For more information on Katy Evans visit her website KatyEvans.net, and follow her on Facebook and Twitter, @AuthorKatyEvans.
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What a beautiful follow up!! This is my favorite couple of all time! Intense love and devotion. I was with them in every struggle, rooting for their much deserved HEA! I don't think there are appropriate words for how special this series is! Now I can't wait for Remy's pov!
## Don't bother. Brooke is so awful in this book. Whiny, annoying, jealous and just plain pathetic. Stick with the first book and pretend it ends there.
Remy, Remy, Remy! OMFG!!! I didn’t know what all Brooke and Remy could conquer until Mine. Remy is hot as ever! Brooke is madly in love with him and has promised Remy and herself that she will never leave him again, but unforeseen circumstances pull them apart again. Can they get through it? You’ll have to read to find out! No spoilers here! I just cannot express enough how much I absolutely love this series. You have got to go get your copy of Mine right now and if you haven’t read Real yet, get to it!! ~Kendra with For the Love of Books
Loved loved loved this book! Could have kept reading about them and their love story. Just fabulous! Great writing!
Real was an amazing love story so I really tried to like Mine. Brooke was tiring, whiny, and unlike herself from the first book. Of course, Remy was wonderful. This book was just sex scenes with too much angst from Brooke. A real letdown for me.
I loved the first book. I literally went without sleep to finish it, hungrily lapping up every word and emotion. I am often skeptical if an author can capture the same tone and magic of a book when they continue the journey. i was hopeful this book would be the one to prove my skepticism wrong. Sadly it wasn't. Yes, Remy continued to remain hot, sexy and desirable. Brooke however, was a complete disappointment. I agree with another reviewer, as the book progressed, she regressed into a petulant child. It was difficult to read and often I found myself skipping sentences, paragraphs and almost pages. In the first book, the chemistry was undeniable, the love scenes vivid and primal, but there was also a significant amount of story and substance. For every page of drawn out foreplay and substance in book one, we were left with piles and piles of sex and no substance. I want to get lost in the story, not spend hours tripping over so many love scenes they become interchangeable. Also, the dialog became monotonous, "You're my female…you're my male"… Really? Is this what we've been reduced to when an author can no longer come up with verbiage to tantalize. If my husband, or even my most wicked fantasy ever said that to me…i'd laugh. I will still read Remy, because in my mind that had to be better coming from the only redeemable character in this story line now. I wish I could give 2.5 stars, because it's a big better than a 2 (leftover affection from book 1)
I'm on a Remy high and I'm so in love with him and Brooke! This story is touching, addictive, consuming, enthralling, sweet, hot, surprising, hot, hot, hot! I could hardly breathe in the best ways like only Remy and Brooke can make me! I wish they would go on forever, I love their love, them, everything about this story. The way it is told. Their struggles. REMINGTON! oh wow! I am waiting eagerly for more, Ms Evans, I'm a fan for life!
Loved it! Brooke annoyed me at times, but I got my fix of Remy just as in the first book Real. Just for him and for the fantastic writting style of this author, the book deserves 5 stars. But the book has more, much more. You continue to learn about Remy's struggles with his mental disorder, his bravery and loyalty, and finally see him getting the happily ever after that he so very much deserved. Fantastic read!
I am a huge fan of REAL and I really did enjoy MINE. I gave it 4 stars for one reason. In my personal opinion there was just to much time spent in Brooke's head with her thoughts and not enough dialogue between characters. Some people may enjoy that. I personally like more character interaction. Otherwise, I really enjoyed this book and will continue to read Katy's books.
Wow!!!! I just finished the book and don`t know where to start! I absolutely LOVED it!!! Oh. My. God. This book is pure perfection. I thought the first one is amazing, but this one is brilliant! In this book Brooke and Remy need to be apart for some time. But this only brings the insecurity for Brooke. After all, he has so many groupies. Also Remy is still fighting his demons from the past. BUT Remy’s love for Brooke is so strong. He is so protective, you can actually feel his love for Brooke. I read this book in one sitting and I didn`t want to end. This is definitely one of the best reads of this year. It is romantic, sweet, steamy...and Remy is one of my favourite book boyfriend EVER <3 :) Can`t wait for the other books of Katy Evans!
Freaking loved this book, didn't think the first could be topped. But well worth the wait! Shed light into bi polar disorder 1 & with great detail & imigination. Love brooke & re my! Great story, great writing...didn't want it to end
When I read the first book in this series Real I was blown away. The story of Brooke and Remy crept its way into my heart and soul. Brooke was a character I found was so easy to relate with. Remy on the other hand was unlike any character I have ever encountered. He defines the word fantasy. He is sexy, charming, challenging - he believes he is unloved, unwanted and incapable of loving. In Real the author provides such a three dimensional description of all of the characters that I felt an intense bond. A bond that held strong until the release of Mine. In Mine we are treated so many things. The layers of our already complex characters are peeled back slowly giving us a much more intense look into the minds of Brooke, Remy and the other characters in this book. We explore the intense feelings of love, the deep desire for understanding, the letting go of the less important, the realization of who and what is most important. This is a love story based of pure raw emotion. The intensity at which the love shines will astound you. The lengths Brooke and Remy will go to commit themselves to each other will leave you breathless. When the story shines blue your heart will expand to accept the love. When the story is black you will feel the pieces of your heart slowly detach themselves making you grasp onto hope. The extreme intensity of the passion shared will leave you breathless. You will feel your mind molding into the thoughts, whispers, sighs and songs that Remy and Brooke share. I know that I did not want this book to end. As with the first book I know the story of Remy and Brooke will live in my mind for a long time and will reside in my heart forever.
I loved loved loved this book!! I fell in love with Remington Tate in Real, and even more so in Mine. I loved the story and the way Katy tells it. I couldn't put ot down!
Star Rating: 3.5 stars Heat Rating: HOT! *Mine really needs to be read after reading Real, this is not a stand alone book, click HERE for my review of Real* When you love a book as much as I loved Real anything that comes after it is going to have ridiculously high expectations for being just as good or better than the first book and while Mine was a good book, it never hit the same level as Real. Mine picks up soon after Real ends and gives the reader exactly what we were hoping for (at first) more Remy and Brooke and it was HOT and wonderful! However, after a few chapters things started to sound the same and Brooke started to grate on my nerves with her insecurities and jealousy. Remy and Brooke are learning how to be together as a couple on the road (and there is a LOT of sexy times) and just when I think they are going in the right direction, the story line changed and I wasn't a fan of the direction it took these two in for most of the book. I liked Mine, I didn't love it like Real, but what book can ever top that? I really wanted to get to know more about Remy and Brooke outside the fights/drama of the Underground. At times I felt like I was reading a different version of Real all over again with the similar story lines and same issues. All of this was forgiven, though, in the last 15% when I finally got to see the Brooke and Remy I was hoping to get and I was left with a smile of my face and a sigh in my heart. Katy Evans can write beautiful stories full of strong emotions and I will continue to gobble up her books as soon as she writes them. I can't WAIT to get my hands on Remy (the third book in the series, not just the man) and get into his head and heart. I am DYING to know what he his perspective will be on this journey! If you loved Real and are dying for more Remy and Brooke grab up Mine and see what these two do once his "real" becomes his "mine".
My girl is Alicia Bishop. I AM IN LOVE WITH HER DON'T U TRY TO TAK HER AWAY BRANDON!!! YEA IM TKING 2 U
I was discouraged when reading some of these reviews and really debated on reading this book. I'm really glad I did. You get to see just how strong of a bond Remy and Brookes relationship is. This book once again proves how Remy is still a dream guy. Even with his "problem", he is the most loving and understanding male character which makes me love him even more! Yes Brooke goes a bit crazy but after reading, it all makes since and personally I know a lot of women who would act the same in her situations. I recommend reading it!
This is my first read from this author and i wont read another. The writing was so juvenille. By the third chapter i was tired of hearing of Remingtons abs and how perfect he is. It was painful to the end. The characters were stupid and flat.
I am always scared to read the 2nd book in a series when the first book blows me away but this book delivered and then some. Remington is such a protective and loveable man and it breaks my heart his parents didn't want him..he needed someone to love and he got that times 10 with Brooke. Even though she just killed me during these books she ended up getting her stuff together and just doing what he needed. This book made me cry. He is going to be such a good daddy and one of the best characters I have read n a long time. Not perfect but perfect with flaws and all.