Manwhore (Manwhore Series #1)

Manwhore (Manwhore Series #1)

by Katy Evans

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Book 1 in the sexy Manwhore series from the New York Times bestselling author of REAL. Is it possible to expose Chicago’s hottest player—without getting played?

This is the story I’ve been waiting for all my life, and its name is Malcolm Kyle Preston Logan Saint. Don’t be fooled by that last name though. There’s nothing holy about the man except the hell his parties raise. The hottest entrepreneur Chicago has ever known, he’s a man’s man with too much money to spend and too many women vying for his attention.

Mysterious. Privileged. Legendary. His entire life he’s been surrounded by the press as they dig for tidbits to see if his fairytale life is for real or all mirrors and social media lies. Since he hit the scene, his secrets have been his and his alone to keep. And that’s where I come in.

Assigned to investigate Saint and reveal his elusive personality, I’m determined to make him the story that will change my career.

But I never imagined he would change my life. Bit by bit, I start to wonder if I’m the one discovering him...or if he’s uncovering me.

What happens when the man they call Saint, makes you want to sin?

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781501101564
Publisher: Gallery Books
Publication date: 03/24/2015
Series: Manwhore Series , #1
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 368
Sales rank: 48,185
File size: 4 MB

About 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, and follow her on Facebook and Twitter, @AuthorKatyEvans.

Read an Excerpt


  • I walked into Helen’s office this morning certain she was going to fire me. It isn’t really my boss’s job to fire me. It’s HR’s. But the HR department has been cut. Edge, the magazine I have written for and loved since I graduated from college, is hanging by a thread.

    Three steps inside the cluttered room stacked with old magazines, ours and our competitors’, and my breakfast—coffee with two sugars, and strawberry jam on whole-wheat toast—turns into a stone inside my stomach.

    Without even looking up from the folder in her hand, Helen signals to the chair across hers.

    “Rachel, sit down.”

    I sit silently, a thousand things leaping to my tongue: I can do better; I can do more; let me do more, two articles a week rather than one. Even: I will work for free until we can find our feet.

    I can’t afford to work for free. I have rent, I’m still paying off my college loan, and I have a mother I love with a health condition and no insurance. But I also love my job. I don’t want to be let go. I have never wanted to be anything else other than what I am now, at this moment, as my fate rests in her hands.

    So it’s with dread and an impending sense of loss that I sit here and wait for Helen to finally lower that folder and look at me. And I wonder, as our eyes meet, if the next story I have to tell in my life is the one of her firing me.

    I am in love with stories. How they shape our lives. How they mark people who don’t even know us. How they can impact us even when an event didn’t exactly occur in our own lives.

    The first things I ever fell in love with were the words my mother and grandmother told me about my dad. In those words I got what I didn’t have in real life—a dad. I would collect them into groups, memorize the stories they formed. Where he’d taken my mother on their first date (a Japanese restaurant), if his laugh was funny (it was), what his favorite beverage was (Dr Pepper). I grew up in love with stories and with all the facts and details that enabled me to shape, in my mind, memories of my father that have been with me for life.

    My aunts said I was dreaming when I said I wanted words to be a career, but my mother kept quoting Picasso’s mother. “Picasso’s mother told him if he got into the army, he’d be a general. If he became a monk, he’d be the pope. Instead he was a painter and became Picasso. That’s exactly how I feel about you. So do, Rachel, what you love.”

    “I would do it more happily if you were doing what you love too,” I always replied, miserable for her.

    “What I love is taking care of you,” she always came back with. She’s a lovely painter but nobody else thinks so but me and one tiny gallery that went bankrupt months after its inception. So my mother has a normal job, and the Picasso in her has quieted.

    But she’s sacrificed so much to give me an education and more. Since I’m actually a little shy with strangers, I didn’t have encouragement from a lot of my teachers. None of them believed I had the stomach for hard-core reporting, so I ran with the only thing I could: the sole motivation of my mother and her belief in me.

    Now I’ve worked at Edge for almost two years, the job cuts started over three months ago, and my colleagues and I have all been afraid we’ll be the next. Everyone, including me, is giving 110 percent of what we’ve got. But to a flailing business, it’s not enough. There doesn’t seem to be any way of salvaging Edge except with a huge investment that doesn’t seem forthcoming, or with stories much bigger than what we’ve been running.

    The moment Helen opens her mouth to speak, I dread hearing the words We’ve got to let you go. I’m already thinking of a story, an idea, I can pitch for my next column, something edgy that could put our name out there and somehow allow me to hang on to my job a little longer.

    “You’ve been on my mind, Rachel,” she says. “Are you currently seeing anyone?”

    “Um. Seeing anyone? No.”

    “Well, that’s just what I wanted to hear!” She shuffles her paperwork to the side and pulls out one of the magazines from the shelf, dropping it on the desk between us. “See, I’ve got a proposition for you. It might require you to bend your morals a little bit. In the end, I think it will ultimately be rewarding for you.” She shows me an old magazine, a rueful smile on her lips. “This was our first issue. Fifteen years ago.”

    “I love it!” I say.

    “I know you do—you’ve always taken an interest in how we started. Which is why I like you, Rachel,” she says without any warmth at all. Just a fact, it seems. “You know, Edge used to stand for something. All those years ago, we weren’t afraid of breaking rules, venturing where other magazines wouldn’t. You’re the only one who seems to have preserved that. The Sharpest Edge is always our column with the most comments. You focus on the trends and give your raw, unfiltered opinion. Even when people don’t agree with your opinion, they respect you for the fact that you share it so honestly.

    “This is why I suppose you’re in my office now, instead of Victoria.” She jerks her chin in the direction of outside where my greatest competitor, Victoria, must be busy in her cubicle.

    Vicky. She’s the only other overachiever at Edge and somehow always lucks out at overachieving more than me. I don’t want enmity with Victoria. But it still feels like there’s a popularity contest here I didn’t sign up for. She always seems so damn happy when Helen isn’t pleased with what I wrote, and sometimes I can’t write a word simply because I’m worrying about what Victoria will come up with.

    “See, I’m thinking of ruffling some feathers. If we want to stay in business, it’s becoming clearer and clearer we need something more drastic. Something that will make people take notice of Edge. Are you with me?”

    “I agree. If there’s anything to breathe new life into Edge—”

    “We’re doing so poorly, we’ve all grown so scared; we’re all reporting from safe, scared places, afraid to push the button in case we explode. We’re already withering here. We need to write about the topics that scare us, fascinate us . . . and nobody fascinates this city more than our billionaire bachelors. Do you know who I’m talking about?”

    “The playboys?”

    Her lips twist. “The worst of them all.” She pulls out another magazine. I stare at the cover, which says Saint or Sinner?

    “Malcolm Saint,” I whisper.

    “Who else?”

    The man staring back at me has a perfectly structured face, beautiful lips, and eyes greener than the bottom of a beer bottle. His smile is all mischief. It says he likes to cause trouble and, most of all, that he likes getting away with it. But there’s something very closed off and somehow icy in his eyes. Oh yeah, those green eyes are made of green ice.

    “I’ve heard of him,” I admit, starting to get nervous. “I wouldn’t really be alive in Chicago if I hadn’t.”

    Ruthless, they say.

    A complete manwhore, they say.

    And so ambitious he’d put Midas to shame. Oh yeah. They say Saint won’t rest until he owns the world.

    “Victoria thinks that you’re too young and inexperienced to take on such a risqué project, Rachel. But you’re single, and she’s not.”

    “Helen, you know how much I enjoy writing about trends, but you also know that I really want to write bigger stories, stories about people’s homes, security. I want to earn that chance, and if this is how I can do that, then I won’t let you down. What kind of story do you see for him?”

    “An exposé.” She grins. “One where we get to hear juicy little tidbits about him. I’m thinking about four things, specifically. How he manages to stay so calm and in control all the time. What’s the deal with his father? What role do all these women play in his life? And why, oh why does he have this obvious affinity for doing things in fours? Now”—she slaps her hand on the desk for emphasis—“in order to get to the meat . . . Let’s be honest, Rachel: you must try to get close. Lie, little white lies. Ease into his world. Saint isn’t an easy man to access, which is why nobody’s been able to figure out even one of these things, much less all four.”

    I’ve been listening. My curiosity is fully engaged. But I’ve started to squirm. Lie. Little white lies. True, I’ve lied sometimes. I’m human. I’ve done right things and wrong things, but I’d rather stick to the right side. I enjoy my sleep, thank you. But this is the opportunity I’ve wanted since I started college.

    “And if Saint wants to make a play for you,” Helen continues, “then be prepared. You might need to play a little bit back. Can you do that?”

    “I believe so,” I say, but I sound much more confident than I feel. And I just . . . I’m not sure how many opportunities like this I’ll get. I’ll never be able to move into reporting things that are important to me if I don’t make a stronger effort to be heard. Tackling a topic that fascinates the public so much will give me a voice, and I really, really want that voice.

    “Do you think you can do this? Or . . .” She glances outside.

    No. I can’t bear for Victoria to get the story. It’s not a pill I want to swallow. In fact, it’s downright bitter, and I don’t want to swallow it.

    “I’ll do it. I’m hungry. I want a good story,” I assure Helen.

    “We can always wait and find you another good story, Rachel,” she says, playing devil’s advocate now.

    “I’ll do it. He’s my story now.”

    “He’s Chicago’s story. And Chicago’s darling. He has to be handled with care.”

    “He’s the story I want to tell,” I assure her.

    “That’s what I like to hear.” She laughs. “Rachel, you are absolutely beautiful. You are a doll. You’re funny and you work hard, you give it your all, but for all that you’ve lived, you’re still an innocent. You’ve been here two years, and even before you graduated you were working it. But you’re still a young girl playing in a world for grown-ups. You’re too young to know there are protocols with the rich in the city.”

    “I know we usually cater to the rich.”

    “Just remember, Saint could crush the magazine. He can’t see it coming. By the time he does, he’ll see his face on the newsstand.”

    “He won’t catch me,” I mumble.

    “Okay, Rachel, but I want intimate revelations. I want every detail. I want to feel like I stepped into his shoes and walked his everyday walk. What is it like to be him? You’re going to tell the whole city.” She smiles happily and wakes up her computer with a wiggle of her mouse. “I look forward to hearing all about it. So off you go now, Rachel. Find the story in the story and write it.”

    Holy crap, Livingston. You’ve got your story!

    I’m so dazed and exhilarated, I’m euphoric as I head to the door, fairly trembling with the need to start working.

    “Rachel,” she calls as I open the glass door, my stomach in a whole new tangle. She nods her head. “I believe in you, Rachel.”

    I stand there, completely awed that I finally, finally have her trust. I didn’t expect it would come with a huge fear of failure on my shoulders. “Thanks for the chance, Helen,” I whisper.

    “Oh, and one last thing. Saint isn’t normally accessible to the press. But there have been exceptions, and I can think of a way you could get lucky. Check out his new social media site, Interface. Use it as an approach. He might not like the press, but he’s a businessman and will use us to his advantage.”

    I nod with some self-confidence and a ton more self-doubt, and as soon as I’m outside, I exhale nervously.

    Okay, Livingston. Focus and let’s do this.

    I’ve got so much information on Saint that I email myself dozens and dozens of links to continue researching tonight at my apartment. I place a call to his office and talk to a representative, asking for an interview. She assures me they’ll let me know. I cross my fingers and say, “Thank you, I’m available anytime. My boss is very excited to run a piece on Mr. Saint’s latest venture.”

    Done for the day, I head home. My place is close to Blommer Chocolate Company, in the Fulton River District. I wake up to the smell of chocolate in the air. My building is five stories high, on the edge of downtown.

    Sometimes it’s hard to believe I’m living my dream, or at least half of it; I wanted the briefcase, the mobile phone, the heels and matching jacket and skirt. I wanted to be self-sufficient enough to buy my mother the car of her dreams, and a home of her own where she wouldn’t get evicted because she couldn’t pay the rent. I still want those things.

    Unfortunately my market is tough. A freelancer before I even graduated college, I had no steady income. You live by your muse, and she’s not always ready with ideas for you. Then I answered an advertisement in the Chicago Tribune. Edge was looking for weekly columnists for topics such as fashion, sex and dating, innovations, decorating tips, and even fancy pet discoveries. The office covered two floors in an old building downtown, and it hardly represented the corporate environment I’d envisioned.

    The top floor is littered with reporters at their desks. The floors are wood, the editorial offices peppered with bright colors and satin cushions, always full of the buzz of phones and people chattering. Instead of the business suits I imagined wearing to work, I write in an oversize, trendy T-shirt-with-an-attitude and a pair of socks that have the words I Believe on the toes. It’s a crazy magazine, as crazy as some of the stories and columns we put out—and I love it.

    But bloggers are putting us out of work, our circulation growing tinier by the second. Edge needs something cutting-edge, and I’m desperate to prove to my boss that I can bring it to her.

    “Gina!” I call to my roommate when I stroll into our two-bedroom flat.

    “We’re over here!” I hear Gina call.

    She’s in her bedroom, with Wynn. They’re my best friends. Wynn’s a redhead, freckled, pink and sweet, very unlike the dark, sultry Gina.

    We’re like Neapolitan ice cream. In height, Gina and I are the tallest, while Wynn is an elf. Gina and I try to use logic; Wynn is “Team Feelings” all the way. I’m the career girl, Wynn is the nurturer, and Gina is the sexpot who hasn’t yet realized she could use men as her personal dildos (if she wanted to). She doesn’t want to. Really.

    Dropping my bag at the door, I spot their huge Chinese food picnic and join them on the floor.

    They’re streaming an old episode of Sex and the City.

    We eat in silence and watch a little bit, but I’m not even paying attention to the screen. I’m too wound up, and finally blurt, “I’ve got my story.”

    “What?” They both stop eating.

    I nod. “I’ve got my first full story. It might be three pages, four—hell, five. Depending on how much information I end up with.”

    “Rachel!” they yell in unison and come toward me.

    “No tackle hugs! Shit! You spilled the rice!”

    They squeal and then ease back, and Wynn goes to get the Dustbuster. “So what’s it about?” she asks.

    “Malcolm Saint.”

    “Malcolm Saint?”

    “What about him?” Wynn asks.

    “It’s . . . almost undercover.” They’re practically popping out of their skin with anticipation. “I get to meet him.”


    “I’m trying to get an interview to ask about Interface.”


    “But I’ll also be researching him in secret. I’ll be . . . unlayering him,” I tease.

    “RACHEL!” Gina bangs my arm, knowing I’m usually straitlaced.

    Wynn shakes her head. “That man is hot!”

    “What do you two know about him?” Gina asks.

    I pull out my laptop. “I was just online liking all his social pages, and the guy has over four million Instagram likes.”

    We hop onto other sites and check out his Twitter feed.

    I’m not impressed by what I read.

    “His rep wouldn’t give me an appointment—she wrote me down on a list. I wonder if I’ll have better luck reaching out on social media.”

    “Let’s look for a smexy profile pic in case Saint himself sees it.”

    “Not happening,” I say.

    “Come on, Rachel, you have to make yourself as appealing as possible. This one.” She points at a picture in one of my old social media albums where I’m wearing a secretarial skirt and blouse, but the three buttons between my breasts are about to burst.

    “I hate that shirt.”

    “Because it shows off what you’ve got. Come on, let’s do it.”

    I change my profile picture, then send him a message.

    Mr. Saint, this is Rachel Livingston with Edge. I’d love it if you granted me the opportunity for a personal interview in regard to your rising new star, Interface. I’ve put in the request through your office as well. I’m available anytime. . . .

    I include all my details and shoot it off.

    “Okay, fingers crossed,” I murmur with butterflies in my stomach.

    “And toes.”

    Later, after Wynn goes home and Gina goes to sleep, I head to my bed. I settle on my pillow, my laptop on my lap, sucking on a Fruit Roll-Up. “Interesting reading,” I say to an online picture of the man. I stay up until midnight, reading more and more. I’ve already dug up quite the dirt on him.

    Malcolm Kyle Preston Logan Saint. Twenty-seven years old. His family is such old money in Chicago, he got a headline the day he was born. At age five, he was in the hospital with meningitis, and the world was on pins and needles to see if he’d make it.

    At age six, he’d already earned a black belt in karate, and on the weekends he flew with his socialite mother from one state to the next on one of his father’s jets. At thirteen, he’d already kissed most girls in school. At fifteen, he’d been the world’s biggest player and smoothest liar. At eighteen, he was the perfect bastard, and rich to boot. At twenty, he’d lost his mother but was too busy skiing at a Swiss alpine village to reach the funeral on time.

    By twenty-one, he and his two best friends, Callan Carmichael and Tahoe Roth, had become the most notorious trust-fund babies of our generation.

    He’s the owner of four Bugattis: license plates BUG 1, BUG 2, BUG 3, and BUG 4. He has houses all over the world. Luxury cars. Dozens of gold watches, including a rose gold perpetual calendar he bought at auction for $2.3 million. He’s a collector, you could say. Of companies, toys, and, apparently, women.

    Malcolm is an only child, and after inheriting his mother’s millions and displaying an uncanny flair for business during the following years, he became not only a billionaire but an absolute symbol of power as well. Not political power, but the good, old-fashioned power that comes with having money. Saint isn’t linked to the shady dealings of the Chicago political machine, but he can press that machine’s buttons if he wants to. Every politician knows this—which is why being on the playboy’s good side is in their best interest.

    Saint doesn’t back just anyone. The public, somehow, trusts that Saint doesn’t give a shit about what they think—he won’t back anyone he doesn’t plan to own, so, indirectly, anyone backed by Saint can’t be owned by anyone else. He’s the champion of the underdog. Using his substantial inheritance, Saint became a venture capitalist at a very young age, funding the tech projects of many of his Ivy League school buddies, many of which soared to success, making Saint a few hundred million wealthier than his own father. He still manages venture capital investments from within the offices of M4. Named for his initial and his favorite number, M4 is a company he created in those early years when several of his investments ended up listing on Nasdaq—one for a few billion, to boot.

    Latest cover of the Enquirer—

    Malcolm Saint: Our Favorite Bad Boy, Revealed

    How many women has he slept with?

    Why isn’t he interested in marriage?

    How he became America’s hottest manwhore bachelor

    And more!


    @MalcolmSaint I wish I’d never laid eyes on you! #eatshitanddie

    YOU’RE FUCKING DEAD! @MalcolmSaint you fucked my girlfriend you’re so fucking DEAD

    Free drinks anyone? @MalcolmSaint paying at Blue Bar downtown!

    Facebook wall:

    Hey Mal, remember me? I gave you my number last week. Call or message me!

    Saint—drinks next weekend, I’m in town with the wife. (Not that I’d bring her. She’s fawned over you enough.) PM me to set a place.

    Looking good in the yacht pics, Saint. Have room for a few more? My friends and I would love to party with you again! :) XOXO

    Wow. “You’re a real gem, aren’t you?” I whisper, slamming my laptop shut around midnight. I bet half the things on the internet are completely overblown and untrue, which is why, of course, I need more reliable research—firsthand research. I grin and check the time, realizing it’s too late to tell my mother that I’ve finally got my story.

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    Manwhore 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 103 reviews.
    Bealovesbooks More than 1 year ago
    HOLY HELL!!!!!! GIVE ME MORE!!!!!! Absolutely LOVED!!!!! I went into this book without reading the synopsis. Another thing I didn't know, there is a second book. AND it ended with a CH!!!!!! I was not prepared!! I almost died when I reached the last page!! SO FREAKING GOOD!!!!!! I NEED MORE!! NOW!! I might die waiting for the next book!!!!!!  What do you need to know about this book??  1- Be prepared to read it in one sitting. 2- There will be no sleep while reading this book.  3- Have some ice close by. (HAWT) 4- Saint claimed my heart. 5- The writing is amazing. 6- Saint will ruin you for other book boyfriends. 7- I'm not kidding!!!! 8- Is the second book out yet?? I could keep going, but I guess y'all want to finish reading the review and pick up this book, right?? I know, I know, I was dying to read it as well, so I'll be quick. This book is unfreakinbelievable!! From the first few pages it grabbed my attention and I couldn't put it down. Katy had me swooning over Saint from the moment Rachel set eyes on him. I love how different this story is from everything out there right now.  Their first meeting was hilarious!! I would have died if I was Rachel!! I loved how their relationship developed. It wasn't rushed, but at the same time, it wasn't moving in a boring pace. The sexual tension, wow, the sexual tension in this story is high!! That first kiss will have you dreaming of Saint!! I love how much Saint loves to kiss!! The Romanticism in this book was one of my favorite things. I'm a romantic, and if you're too, you will LOVE this book.  I can't say much about the story and not ruin it for you. So do as I did, go in blind. Trust me, YOU. WILL. LOVE. IT. I guarantee you will fall in love with Saint, but remember I called "Dibs" first ;) 
    TheGeekeryBookReview More than 1 year ago
    NEVER have I been more frustrated to find three pages of acknowledgments and author info at the back of a book before!! I was so into Malcolm and Rachel's story, because seriously, what was good at the beginning, just kept getting better and better as the book went on. Then, when I'm at 150% of pure investment in what was was the last page!! I swear I left my brain, and my heart, on page 354, begging for some resolution. I'm not going to go into a long winded essay about why you need to read Manwhore. It's simple. The book is awesome! It's got some good moments. It's got some GREAT moments. And then it has some moments that will not only secure Malcolm and Rachel a spot in your heart for good, it'll leave you wanting so, SO much more for them!! I have already marked my calendar for July 7th. I can't wait for more from this awesome new series when Manwhore +1 gets here!!
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    It used to be that when you bought a book, you only paid for it once. These stories that inch along and then leave you hanging just make me furious! This story just isn't compelling enough to wait and then PAY for another book! We readers need to boycott this manipulation by the publishing industry! Finish the story in one book! Refuse to pay twice for one story!
    ReneeEntress More than 1 year ago
    5 star I was pulled right into this story. The story has laughs, pain, betrayal, and heartbreak.  This is the start of Rachel and Malcolm’s (“Saint”) story. Rachel is supposed to write an article on Malcolm to out his ways and tell what makes him tick.  He pursues her after a few times with her trying to get an appointment for questions for an article.  She needs to uncover all his secrets and get to the heart of him.  Only problem is the more time she spends with him the harder she falls for him.  She is no longer interested in him for the article.  She wants him for himself.  What happens when the secret is out that she was after him for an article?  Will he stick by her or leave her in the dust and continue his manwhore ways?     Was not sure I would like “Saint”. But he grew on me by the end. 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.
    CbAvidReader More than 1 year ago
    This book is a MORE THAN 5 Stars kind of book and I can NOT wait for the next book to come out so I can see what happens. Katy Evans has done it again, and has made me fall in love with yet another book boyfriend that can compete with Remy. Manwhore….Where do I start? This book grabs you from the very first page and keeps your attention until the very last. It is a: can’t eat, can’t sleep, don’t clean the house, and let the kids run wild while I read kind of book. And if you start it before bed thinking you will just read a couple of chapters, be prepared to have a book hangover the next day, and to be extremely needy with your partner during and after reading.  Rachel is a girl who is trying to make her way as a journalist. When she finally lands a big story that could not only launch her career, but save her company from going under, she thinks she can handle it. But that was all before she met the city’s number one playboy, Malcolm Saint. From their very first meeting she felt something between them, but tried to deny it because she really wanted to get this story. But life and love don’t play by any set of rules. Malcolm Saint has never had a problem getting women into his bed. But when he meets Rachel, he is intrigued. Never has a woman captivated his interest like she has, but she doesn’t seem interested in what he has to offer. Slowly he starts to change his ways and want more than he has ever wanted before. But Rachel is keeping something very important from him that threatens everything that they start to build together. 
    CrisConquers More than 1 year ago
    Rachel & Saint Are Intoxicatingly Addictive! Malcom Saint is a bad-boy billionaire who can always be found surrounded by a bevy of beautiful women and with his face splashed all over the tabloids. He's a party-boy, a ladies man and in short, a total manwhore. He's also the subject of Rachel Livingston's latest exposé and her only chance at saving her struggling magazine and keeping her job. But the closer she gets to him, the deeper she's pulled in by their attraction and the side of him that never gets printed in the papers. Caught between her guilt over lying to Saint, her growing obsession with him and the new facets of herself she discovers when she's with him, Rachel fears risking her heart to a man that's known for being incapable of committing to just one woman. I'm usually not a fan of first-person narratives but I think that by limiting the story to only Rachel's perspective intensified the feeling of being unsure of how committed Saint really is to their relationship. I also really appreciated that Saint's character defies common bad-boy billionaire stereotypes. He does have some Daddy issues but he's not overly broody or inconsiderate and dismissive of the people in his realm. He's just an incredibly hardworking man who often indulges with the women who throw themselves at him, He's incredibly charitable, a loyal friend, and once he sets his sights on Rachel his eyes don't wander. I really loved Rachel as a heroine as well. She's caring, hard-working and feels things very deeply, as hard as she tries to keep up the walls that make her feel safe and unexposed. I lost my father at a very young age much like she did, and I can completely understand the emotional repercussions that something like that has on relationships and your ability to open yourself up to people. Rachel and Saint have some sweet, funny moments together when they're opening up emotionally and teasing each other. But hell, they are also incredibly hot together! This book is a total scorcher! The push and pull of their cat-and-mouse game makes the slow build all the better. I honestly couldn't put the book down. Saint and Rachel are intoxicatingly addictive! I didn't know that Malcolm and Rachel's story continues in the next installment of the series and only discovered this fact upon reading the last line of the novel. I think the anticipation might kill me. I need to know how their meeting will turn out and where their relationship will go from here. But at the same time, knowing that I've got a whole new book filled with more Saint and Rachel coming out in a few months makes me so happy. If you're looking for a scorching contemporary romance featuring a billionaire with a hidden heart of gold and a guarded heroine, Manwhore is one to pick up! This was my first book by Katy Evans but I truly loved it and will definitely be picking up the rest of her novels.  Disclaimer: I received this book free in exchange for my honest review. All thoughts and opinions shared are my own.
    MeganRC More than 1 year ago
    Katy Evans has done it again! I’ve been following her books from the very beginning so I totally jumped on the chance to review the first book in this new series. I couldn’t get enough of characters and all the events. It was sexy, raw, funny, and full of anticipation. Plus it will definitely get you geared up for the 2nd book in the series. Malcolm and Rachel seem to be opposites. He’s a billionaire playboy who gets whatever he wants. She’s a reporter in a 3 year dry spell who has made a pact with her roommate not to do relationships. Oh, and she’s agreed to get close to Malcolm for an expose. Of course nothing goes as planned. With that looming over the whole story, Malcolm actually pursues her which just complicates things a whole lot more. Malcolm is a straight shooter and is not shy about getting what he wants. Rachel is not only guarding her heart but also protecting her article. Things get steamy and emotions run high. I could feel the emotion just emanating off the pages as I read. This story line drew me in like only Katy Evans can do. I swear I always devour her books in no time, unable to put it down and this was no exception. The characters (even the secondary ones) had depth to them that really made them seem like real people. The scenes were written really well and I found it very easy to visualize the events in the story as I was reading. I absolutely LOVED this book and I don’t know how I’m going to be able to wait until July to read  Manwhore +1. 5 out of 5 stars!!
    Emily-SBDR More than 1 year ago
    I NEED more of Malcolm Saint in my life!! This book floored me. I'll be honest there was a bit of disconnect at the beginning because I thought I knew where it was going. However, while the concept in general might seem vaguely familiar it's the heart, soul and lust that Ms. Evans puts into her characters that bring me back to loving her work EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. She wrote into this book what I love about her writing SO much. You can tell she just pours every ounce of power into these characters. THAT'S what makes this golden. Taking a normally insufferable character like Malcolm and turning him into someone I swooned for. The playboy image in real life irritates the heck out of me, and in most books too. But in this book - PHEW! Someone please hand my a fan and get me some water, because Malcolm Saint is TOO hot! Then you get a bit further in and he's not just sex on a stick. He's downright lovable. He's sweet and caring, possessive (which I LOVE!) and is so scrumptious in and out of the bedroom.  Then there's his counterpart Rachel... She is incredibly relatable in this book. So torn. Wants to hate him on principle, but he's just too delectable for her to resist. And for him, there's just something about her. Possibly that she's not on her knees (figuratively speaking, of course. You know these two get down and filthy dirty!) begging him to pay her attention. Yet, throughout the story she has a quippy inner-voice which offers a laugh a minute and such turmoil where he's concerned. There's the constant "will she, won't she?" aspect to this story, and the dread in my stomach of how he'll react if she does. Kept me on my toes! All I can say is that this book is currently sitting in my top 5 favorite reads of the year so far. I HAVE to have more. It's a necessity. Let's just say Ms. Evans might find my (friendly) cyber-stalking her for any kind of update for the next story in this series. I've already found myself re-reading my favorite parts and I haven't even been finished more than 48 hours. And it's highly probably that this might be one of my most highlighted books (I like to highlight my favorite parts on my ereader). Now, that Ms. Evans has thoroughly worked me into a book funk, I'm off to find someone with even half as much  appeal as Malcolm Saint. (HA!) Happy Reading! *ARC provided by the publisher in exchange for an HONEST review*  Previously posted on Same Book, Different Review (book blog)
    Mikki4ABookishEscape More than 1 year ago
    4.5 deliciously erotic, page-turning, fantastic, Malcolm-Saint-has-a-new-fan-club stars! Hellooooooooo Mr. Saint! When I knew that Katy Evans was going to write another series I was super excited! She is one of my favorite authors and I could not wait to see what she had up her sleeve. I fell in love with her Real series from the moment I met Remy. My co-bloggers know that he owns the #1 place in my book boyfriend list. When I read the blurb of Manwhore, I knew I was in trouble. Holy Moly my friends!!!! Malcolm Saint is sure to end up on many lists this year. Prepare to meet your next sinful addiction! Rachel is determined to do whatever it takes to save the magazine she has written for and loved since she graduated from college. It’s hanging by a thread and it needs a major story to bring it back to the top. That story is Malcolm Kyle Preston Logan Saint. She needs to go undercover and find out who he really is. From the first time that she meets him, she knows she in for all kinds of trouble. There is something about him that just pulls you in. The more time they spend together, the more Rachel falls hard for Malcolm. Will she be able to do her work and walk away or will she risk it all for the one and only man that has owned her heart? OMG!! This was such an amazing reading escape! From the first page to the last, Rachel and Malcolm will captivate you and make your heart race. Their connection is powerful and their sexual chemistry is smokin’ hot! I loved how Rachel kept her foot down and did not give into temptation right away. It made it that more intense when they shared that first kiss. It was a constant battle for her to stay away from Malcolm. Rachel was an interesting heroine that had me cheering for her since the beginning of this journey. I loved her determination and how she got under Malcolm’s skin. My heart broke for her and for what she had to do to save the magazine she works for. Oh my squee! Where do I start with Malcolm Saint?? I was scared at the beginning that this was going to be another billionaire story. I read many and I always feel like something is missing. In Manwhore, the characters made this story come alive. They felt so real and I could not get enough of them! Malcolm is a man of few words, but when he speaks he makes it count! He goes straight to the point and with one look or touch he can make your knees go weak! That man is a dirty talking hero I want to know more of! The more time he spent with Rachel, the more we saw the man behind the manwhore. Katy Evans’ writing style is PHENOMENAL. She makes you feel all kinds of emotions and she never disappoints! I had high expectations for this new series and it started with a BANG! I can’t wait to read Manwhore+1. This book leaves you with a cliffhanger that makes you want to scream Nooooooooo!!!!! Don’t do this to me!!! You can’t stop their journey there!!!! I am anxiously waiting for the next installment to release and I am crossing my fingers that Rachel and Malcolm’s best friends will each get their story. I love them to pieces! I give, Manwhore, by Katy Evans, 4.5 deliciously erotic, page-turning, fantastic, Malcolm-Saint-has-a-new-fan-club stars!
    csingh More than 1 year ago
    I have high expectations when it comes to any book by Katy Evans.  She's never let me down yet, and her 5 star streak (for me) continues with Manwhore. She takes the cliched oversexualized man and turns him into one any of us would love to have in our own lives.  She writes with such panache you can't help but fall in love with the characters and their story. I knew from the first page this book was going to be amazing.  When you fall for your female protagonist in the beginning it ensures you'll feel and maintain that bond through out the book.  I really liked Rachel.  She works hard to support herself and her mother, whom she loves dearly.  I love how she cares for her friends and most importantly, I like how she gives of herself to the community. She's had her life changed by violence and even though her actions may not be huge, she still does things to try and bring awareness and change. She's an adult but she's still innocent in a lot of ways.   Malcolm Saint on the other hand is an adult and he lost his innocence so long ago, he doesn't think he can be surprised. He's broody and moody, and such an enigma.  However Rachel really throws him off balance, from the first time they meet.  Since this book is told exclusively from Rachel's point of view, what I know of Malcolm is through Rachel's eyes and his actions.  Saint might unapologetic about his past or what he wants, but it was clear to me how much he cared for Rachel.  The unrepentant manwhore saw something in Rachel that wanted him to be better and do better, where before ennui had reigned. I loved how he wooed Rachel and how confused she was. I never doubted Malcolm, but I did fear for him and his feelings, especially as he began to open up to Rachel. Betrayal never ends well, even if it doesn't began as a betrayal. I was captivated by this story.  The book is sweet and yet hot.  The chemistry between Malcolm and Rachel is undeniable. I could almost feel it in the room as I read.  I would suggest keeping a change of underwear handy, just in case.  I can only recall a handful of times I've had a major reaction (outburst) to the ending of a book. I love my e-reader too much, but I've never before wanted to throw it across the room and throw a temper tantrum.  I read blissfully unaware that at the end I'd be frantic for more.  Rachel and Malcolm's story doesn't end with the last page of Manwhore.  There will be more, but the wait until July will be excruciating.     As a fan of Real and all of the books that have followed, I can easily say hardcore fans of Katy's will love this book.  I can also say that this book is quite different from her previous novels, yet holds its own, and stands out.  I expect to see crops of Malcolm fans as more people read this book, just like Remy has his fans.  After all, Malcolm Saint is the man.  
    toniFMAMTC More than 1 year ago
    I really liked this author's previous books so I was very excited to get this one. She did an excellent job, but I do want to mention that this book is totally different from the Real series. Saint (or Sin, as Rachel likes to call him) is the total package. He's loaded, sexy as [...], funny, AND he's a genuine good guy. Many male leads are bad boys or [...]holes these days so if you're in the market for an angel masquerading as a devil, Malcolm Kyle Preston Logan Saint is ready to whisk you away to a perfect life. Problem—Rachel Livingston is a news reporter for a magazine. She takes an assignment to do a few interviews with Saint. He believes the topic is his new company. She's really suppose to get him to warm up to her in order to find out all his dirty secrets and write a tell all exposé. Researching this article is life changing for Rachel. Both leads have a couple of friends that are pretty entertaining and I hope to see more of them in future books. I groan and fall back on the bed, rubbing my face. "Gina! What's happening to us?" "Man. Mankind. Man[...]." And I definitely want more Saint. He is perfection in every way. "You'd be monogamous for a girl?" "I would be, for my girl." "See, I've never had a girl I saw as mine. They've all been public property." I will positively be reading the next book when it comes out!
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    I SO wish this book was not a two part story. :( I loved this story as much as i loved your Real series, but waiting to find out what happens stinks! Its like when you are watching a movie and it ends in the middle of the story, and you have to wait a few months to see the second half. Except, by then you have forgotten what happened in the first part of the movie...
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Its truly rare to find a book that consumes you and pulls you in and leaves you wanting more. You think you know the plot, you think your just reading and experiencing the characters and WHAM! Slow burn...and you are addicted and destroyed and a crying mess....the epitome of a book hangover. This is a must read.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    This book was so good....I read it in a day. Can't wait for the next one!!
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Very good
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Let me say I love this book, but I was not happy to find out its a cliffhanger. Ugh! I love Malcom Saint. This book was so well written and pulls you in. I love all Katy Evans books.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    This book was better than the Crossfire Series and Fifty Shades although I deeply love both Gideon Cross and Christian Grey. There is a realistic factor to this book that the other two don't have but it still keeps the same intense level of passion between the main two characters. I love this book and the only thing I hate about it is that I have to wait until July for the sequel!
    JenBalmer More than 1 year ago
    I'm truly at a lost of words and I'm having a slight book hangover at the moment. I will say this-- Malcom Kyle Preston Logan Saint has knocked my currently book boyfriend Beckett Daniels right off his damn pedestal that I had him sitting on. This man has rocked my world leaving spinning out of control and desperately wanting to find out what happens next for him and Rachel Livingston. He is the epitome of a man who is truly a SAINT!!! Misunderstood, closed off, and in need of someone to love him unconditionally that is my description of Malcolm Saint. To me that man has a heart of gold and Rachel is just the woman to bring it out of him for the world to see. Just when you are think things will work out BAM things go wrong, and Katy leaves you wondering what will happen next. I'm dying to get my hands on Manwhore +1. Is it July yet? I ABSOLUTELY loved this book. In my opinion this is her best book yet. I whole heartedly definitely recommend this book.
    Kimmerk65 More than 1 year ago
    While the main female lead, Rachel, drove me crazy. Her friend Gina drove me nuts!!!  The best part of the book came towards the last three chapters. It took me that long to be hooked. But I have to admit hooked I am and I will definitely by the next book to see what happens. The best character - Malcom Saint.  WOW - now he I liked.  I really, really wanted to give this book 5 stars -but I am settling for 3 for overall. However I give it 5 stars for the last 3 chapters. 
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    So I completely loved this just as I loved Katy's Real series, but note it is very different from those books. I won't go into explaining the plot since so many others do that, except that I wish Rachel had fessed up to her faults on her own instead of just battling with herself for so long internally, which led to someone else beating her to the punch. And she just so easily stereotyped Malcolm based on rumors even as she got to know him and he proved himself time and time again. I understand her confusing path to discovering she loved the guy, but it's still frustrating to see. The book was pretty angsty to me because I kept waiting (with dread) for him to find out her real assignment and knew it would destroy everything.. Oh well. Katy Evans knows what she's doing, which is why there's a book two on the way. Just to let you know also, though, the second book doesn't come out until July and the ending is a cliffhanger to the max! I will struggle to wait that long, as will any of you who read it.
    BooksnKisses More than 1 year ago
    NUMBER OF HEARTS: 4 REVIEW:  Let me start with the cover of this book. Like a lot!!!!  The title? Not as wild about. I almost passed up reading this story because of it (glad I didn't).  This story is told from Rachel's point of view, which I don’t normally enjoy first person. And I will admit that in the beginning I was on the fence about how I felt. I was honestly worried about the whole bad boy billionaire meets mild mannered young lady story-line. It seems like this story line has been everywhere lately. But as the story progressed I really started enjoying more and more. Rachel and Malcolm are beyond yummy together. I really enjoyed the tug and pull between these two. But like every good story there has to be some kind of drama. And it is a big one filled with a lie that could ruin everything.  Than to add to the cherry to the top of the drama sundae Ms. Evans leaves us hanging. Oh how I hate unresolved issues at the end of a story. Now I must try to find my patients until book 2 comes out in July.  Oh and the cast of characters that hang around Malcolm and Rachel *rubs hands together*. Can’t wait to see what happens with them.  Disclaimer:  I received a complimentary copy of this book from NetGalley & Gallery, Threshold, Pocket Books in exchange for an honest review. This review is my own opinion and not a paid review.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    OMG TEN STARS IF I COULD!!! TWENTY! Amazing chemistry, realism, passion, I didn't want it to end and now I am anxious for the next book coming out July!
    ShaunaC1795 More than 1 year ago
    I was not sure what I was going to get when I read this book. I was afraid it was going to be like the other books in this genre, but it was not. As I was flying, I thought oh I'll read a couple chapters and finish later, well, that did not happen. Two and a half hours later, I couldn't put it down until I finished it! Saint is a complex character that you will come to love and cheer for. He doesn't do the douche moves other Alpha Billionaires make, but once he sets his sights on Rachel he becomes a very endearing character. She is the one who frusrated me! I wanted to scream at her and ask her what was she thinking. Her assignment and her personality are so different that I knew it was going against her nature to do what she was doing, yet she kept on doing it. The outcome could've been stopped so much sooner! Her two roommates are a nice balance to keep her grounded and his two best friends are hilarious. I can't wait to read book 2 and find out what happens. This is a cliffhanger which I know will bother people, but please give it a chance! -Shauna-
    DiiMI More than 1 year ago
    It was supposed to be an expose on Chicago’s hottest, richest and most mysterious bachelor. It was going to make Rachel’s career, she was determined, nervous and willing to do anything to get her story, what she did not expect was the man behind the legend of Malcolm Saint. Katy Evans’ Manwhore is NOT, let me repeat, IS NOT just another sizzling hot, hysterically funny and endearingly sweet romantic tale! Told in the voice of Rachel, the powerhouse that is Malcolm Saint steamrolls over her and she feels every single word, touch and ounce of animal magnetism he exudes, but she is hiding behind a lie, the true purpose of her “interviews” and is becoming the victim of her own deceit. Behind the façade of a brutal businessman, legendary sex god and a player in all senses of the word is a MAN with a hidden and painful past, vulnerable and kind. And. Rachel. Is. Falling. In. Love. Will her own secrets kill any chance she has with Saint, the man? He has managed to expose Rachel to herself, more than her body and conscience; he has exposed her heart, one layer at a time. Sometimes, an author comes around that turns a well-traveled genre into a spinning top and ends up changing its look and appeal, completely with a fresh attitude, fresh characters and pure, delicious humor and taut sexual tension. Bring a fan, some smelling salts and brace yourself for Malcolm Saint, and the devilishly enchanting words of Katy Evans who has hit my authors to risk melting my Kindle over!
    romancebookworm More than 1 year ago
    I was asked if I was interested in reviewing this and at first I was a little hesitant. I know that Katy Evans is an amazing writer but I have gotten to the point that I was a little jaded about the whole billionaire romance novel. They can get a little repetitive. I read the blurb and was...intrigued. Saint. This man has made me decide that being a sinner is the way to go. There is something about a man that knows what he wants and doesn't hesitate to go after it. That is sexy as hell. Rachel is a very naive young woman in my opinion. She works for a failing magazine and has a shot to cement her credibility with her boss and get the story that all of Chicago wants to know. Who is Malcom Saint? Rachel and Saint have a relationship that is hot, spicy and full of passion. It begins with a trickle of sparks and turns into a full blown fourth of July celebration! Katy is an wonderful storyteller and her characters come to life. It has been awhile since I read a book that left me with a hangover and begging for more. This is one that will leave you breathless.