Remy

Remy

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by Katy Evans
     
 

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New York Times bestselling author Katy Evans expands upon the intense love story begun in Real and Mine—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

Overview

New York Times bestselling author Katy Evans expands upon the intense love story begun in Real and Mine—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.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781476755663
Publisher:
Gallery Books
Publication date:
11/26/2013
Series:
REAL Series , #3
Sold by:
SIMON & SCHUSTER
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
272
Sales rank:
19,892
File size:
4 MB

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Remy PRESENT 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.

I promised her a church wedding. And a church wedding is what she’ll get.

♥  ♥  ♥

“I swear if you frown any harder at the door, it’s going to collapse under your stare,” my PA, Pete, calls from the couch.

I swing around to where he and Riley have been watching me pace around the living room of Brooke’s old Seattle apartment. Apparently those two are amused as fuck by me. Dipshits. I don’t see what’s so amusing. Turning back to the bedroom door, I continue pacing.

For the life of me, I can’t imagine what’s taking her so long. It’s been exactly fifty-eight minutes since she locked herself up in our bedroom to get ready, when Brooke—my fucking Brooke—usually gets dressed in five.

“Dude, it’s her wedding day. Chicks take a lot of time to get prepped.” Riley thrusts his arms out in the air in a gesture that implies That’s life!

“Like you’re an expert now,” Pete jabs.

“It’s the dress!” Melanie, Brooke’s best friend, says, exploding out of the master bedroom with a trail of white stuff that looks like a veil. “It has all these buttons . . . and what are you three doing here anyway? Remington, I talked to Brooke about it. You guys should leave and we’ll meet you at the altar.”

“That’s fucking ridiculous,” I say, laughing. But when Melanie keeps staring at the three of us, and especially me, with an expression someone might use on a couple of dogs they want to scat, I scowl and head to the bedroom door.

I curl my fingers around the doorknob and speak through the closure slit. “Brooke?”

“Remy, please don’t come in here!”

“Come to the door, then.”

When I hear shuffling, I press closer to the edge and drop my voice so the dipshits on the living room couch don’t hear. “Why the fuck can’t I see you right now, baby?”

All this entering and exiting the room by Melanie, with me separated by a locked door from my soon-to-be wife? I don’t like it. And separated despite the fact that she’s supposed to be getting dressed for me.

“I guess because I want you to see me walk up to you,” she whispers.

God, that voice, right there. Makes me want to throw the door down and kiss the hell out of her, then do stuff to her under that dress she’s trying to put on—the things that husbands do to their fucking wives. “I will see you walk up to me, baby, I just want to see you now too. Open the door and I’ll do your buttons.”

“You can undo them later and then do me.” The cheeky statement is followed by a soft “Gaaah,” like someone—a very little someone—is amused about something on the other side of this door.

“Excuse me, Riptide,” Melanie says as she returns, and waves me away from the door. “You boys should head out to church. We’ll see you there in thirty minutes.”

I scowl when she slides inside the bedroom like a goddamn worm through a tiny slit, preventing me from so much as glimpsing Brooke. Using much the same method, the much-larger Josephine steps out with something squirming against her chest. My son looks at me from the crook of her arm and falls still; his lips are curled in such a way that he almost wears the same amused expression Pete and Riley do.

He takes the hand he’s got stuck inside his mouth and slaps it flat and wet to my jaw. “Gah!” he says, then squirms and flings himself to me.

Catching him, I nuzzle his stomach and growl, which elicits another “Gaaaaaah!”

When I lift my head to look into his eyes, he’s fucking delighted. And so am I, but I growl again like I’m not and grumble at him, “You think I’m funny?”

“Gaaah!”

His eyes are all mischief. His head is smaller than my palm as I cup it and buzz the fuzz on the top of his head. My four-month-old, Racer, the son Brooke gave me? He’s the most perfect thing I’ve ever done in my life.

I never thought I’d have something like him. Now my life revolves around this dimpled squirrel, who pukes on all my fucking T-shirts, and my Brooke. And, god, where do I start with her?

Pete slaps my back with a loud thunk. “All right, dude, you heard them. And watch it—he’s going to get all that baby stuff on your suit!”

Clamping my jaw, I pat Racer’s head and he grins at me. He has one dimple, not two. Brooke says it’s because he’s only half mine. I contest he’s all mine, and so is she.

Smiling back at him, I return him to Josephine, who assures me, “Go peacefully, Mr. Tate, I’ve got this.”

She’s supposed to be a bodyguard, but I don’t know what the hell she is now. She strolls outside with Racer and does some nanny work too. He sticks his fingers into her hair and pulls and she even seems to like it.

After a glance at the kitchen clock, I level my gaze at her. “I want her there in fifteen minutes,” I say, and she nods.

A limo is waiting for my bride, but Riley’s got the keys to Melanie’s convertible, parked just outside without the top down. We all leap inside. I drop down on the front passenger seat and then stare up at the window of our temporary apartment. I can’t understand what the big fuss is about wedding-dress buttons. As far as I’m concerned, I should ride, in the car, with my wife, to the fucking church, where we marry. Period.

“Rem. It’s not like she’s going to leave you standing at the altar, man,” Riley says, laughing.

“Yeah, I know,” I whisper, turning back around. But sometimes I just don’t know. Sometimes all my chest feels knotted and I think about waking one morning to find Brooke and my son gone, and dying is too easy to describe what I want to do.

“Twenty-eight minutes, she’ll be walking up to the altar in white, just for you,” Pete says.

I stare out in silence.

Brooke has been excited about this all month. Wondering if this, if that, if a cake, if not a cake. I’d say yes to anything that made her voice more excited, and she’d kiss me like I like. So now she seems in control, getting dressed, ready for her day, and I feel like a mess because she’d said she didn’t mind us driving together to the church. And then her best friend put stupid-girl ideas in her head. I ride alone. To a church I never go to. To marry my wife. She’s right behind us, but I’m not good. I’m fucking anxious and this is an anxiety that would have been appeased if she’d opened the door and just looked at me with those gold eyes—my mind would have gone still and all the roiling in my chest would have gone quiet.

But it’s not happening.

Now I have twenty-seven infernal minutes to go . . . and my mind is playing tricks on me like it does when it starts swinging like a pendulum, and the only way I can seem to stop it is with her.

Tapping my foot, I stroke the ring in my hand. Then I pull it off and it helps to see her name on its inscription: TO MY REAL, YOUR BROOKE DUMAS.

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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Remy 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 115 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I did not think it was possible to top the first book in the series, Real, but this one did it. It starts in the present, right where Mine ended, and goes back in time to when it all began, in the Seatle underground match where Remy met Brooke. It is mostly Remy's POV going through all the story in the two other books, Real and Mine. Surprisingly, it did not feel repetitive although many of the scenes were the same described in the other books. And it is all because of how wonderful Remy is as a leading character, so raw, so broken, but so passionate and craving for love. It was amazing to get lost in his thoughts and emotions. Terrific book and terrific series. This author knows how to write about passionate love. I already preordered the next two books in the series!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love Remy! Just wish the book was longer and had more of present rather than the past. I really hope Katy Evans will get inspired some time in the future and will give us another book with Remy and Brook!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I absolutely love how this POV was written. We feel in love with Remy "Riptide" Tate but seeing how Remy feels and deals with love and he's BP is an amazing insight that we can't help but fall in love all over again. The book is very well written the characters are developed with such great depth you feel their pain and love jump from the pages.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Could not wait for this second in the series book and was not disappointed! Intense emotion and love reaches out of the pages from Brooke and Remy. Very well written and zero format or spelling errors. Thank goodness I only have to wait for three weeks for the next and I think final book in this series. You cannot read this until you read Real. That first book will suck you in, make you gasp in surprise when a secret is revealed and of course, make you squirm in your seat from the couple's hot encounters! DON'T miss this one. Worth every penny.
WolfFaerie17 11 days ago
My traditional style of reviewing won't work for this book for two reasons: 1. It's told from Remy's point of view and 2. Too many spoilers for anyone who hasn't read the series yet. So I'm saving myself alot of headaches by disclosing this in advance. The author cleverly wove the story from the present to the past seamlessly. I really enjoyed understanding Remy more and how he really copes with Bipolar I Disorder. Seeing how he's not medicated and I am is a huge difference yet one I find fascinating to say the least. I'm curious to see where the author takes this series. I know one thing for sure I'm looking forward to the next book in the series.
Kit_N_BkWrm30 7 months ago
REMY came in wonderful condition! Katy Evans sure can write the perfect Alpha males! One of my all time favorite series.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed Remy's POV - great story, well crafted characters, steamy scenes & an emotional roller coaster I willingly ride. Thank you, Ms. Evans...again!
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Love love love Remy. What an awesome story. I really enjoyed his point of view considering how he thinks. I can't get enough of him and Brooke!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have been waiting for Pandora's story. She has been so angry and to find out...ugh! I have sat here and cried and yelled and thrown things because she was so infuriating and he hung right in there. Kenna and Pandora rank second to Remy and Brooke. Such a great book and if you don't cry at the song he writes in the end..you are not human.
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Great book!
ReneeEntress More than 1 year ago
5 star I was pulled right into this story. I read the story in one sitting. The story has laughs, tears, and heartbreak. It’s also in REMY’s POV!! If you have not read the below I would recommend reading that first: Real (Real, #1) Mine (Real, #2) This is the final part of Brooke and Remy’s story. As Brooke and Remy prepare to get married Remy takes you on a journey to the beginning of their story. You get little snippets of their history through Remy’s eyes and thoughts. There are also new insights of what is happening after the last story. I still love Remy and can’t get enough of him!! I love the chemistry between these two. I felt I was able to connect with the characters and the story was a great read. I highly recommend this book.
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NEXT RES! MINE
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She nods.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love Remy's point of view! I wish t hat the other books would have been done in his view.
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I enjoyed every word and highly recommend this series people....rrrrriiiiiptide! ??? amazing I love remy
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Great read