by Katy Evans
320 pages |
Trade Paperback, E-Book, Audiobook
E-Galley provided by publisher via NetGalley for review. No remuneration exchanged and all opinions presented herein are my own except as noted.
HOT. SEXY. POWERFUL. PAINFUL. REAL. The scorching international bestseller that strips away everything you’ve ever believed about passion . . . .
Remington Tate has a bad-boy rep in and out of the ring, a granite-hard body, and a raw, animal power that sends his female fans into a frenzy. But from the moment their eyes lock, the only woman he wants is Brooke Dumas. His desire is pure, all-consuming, and REAL.
Hired to keep his perfect body working like a machine, Brooke finally has the lucrative sports therapy job she’s been dreaming of. But as she tours the dangerous underground fighting circuit with Remy and his team, Brooke’s own body becomes alive with the most primal of hungers. If what happens between Brooke and Remy is ever as light as a flirtation, it quickly becomes an erotic obsession for them both, and promises so much more.
But their white-hot lust has a dark side—and when Remy’s deepest secret comes to light and Brooke’s familial duties demand action, will the pair be able to hang on, or will everything that once seemed so real suddenly fade away like an illusion? (Simon and Schuster)
I am going to look at this a little differently than usual:
Vocabulary: This is a conflicting variable for this reader. This story is told in the first person from the point of view of the protagonist, Brooke. So, we have to assume the written words are her words; her vocabulary. So, when she uses elegant descriptions of Remy’s aroused voice as “asperous” I am impressed. Then when the character uses biological terms for her body parts extremely sparingly, opting instead for “pussy,” and “pussy lips” I have to wonder to which audience the author is writing. It just seems unlikely that a woman who would use the word “asperous” a little too much would fail to ever use “labia” instead of “pussy lips” at least once.
Intimacy: The hook-ups are incredibly hot, well choreographed and filled with emotional content. The couple here is incredible together in bed, or any flat surface − not necessarily horizontal. But the heat and passion between two sweating, bodies falling in love is amazing and, by itself, worth the read.
Characters: Brooke is everywoman − you, me, your sister. The point I am making here is that with a lot of erotic stories in the first person the protagonist is often the female, and often not too defined so we can put ourselves in her place. Well, okay, a former Olympic competitor like Brooke is not everywoman but we’ve all had a big disappointment and most of us have pushed on to do something else. That’s Brooke. I must say that Katy gives Brooke a genuine and distinctive voice filled with passion as she is drawn deeper and deeper into Remy’s orbit.
Remy on the other hand is not every man. On the one hand that’s too bad and on the other, “Whew!” He is hot, and loving and odd and has a HUGE life problem that more or less becomes the book’s central feature. Not many women could handle a relationship with a man with such an issue. In fact it may take a former Olympian. The author’s research and explanation gave me a great reason to look up and read a little bit on the particular issue.
The support characters are who they need to be and in the role of villain are as evil as necessary.
Plot: The plot is fairly obvious; except the twist. I didn’t even get that until it was well over. There’s enough plot to take this out of being just trashy erotica. There’s a lot here: how society handles Remy’s particular problem, loyalty, Male/female stuff.
Writing: Well, at times I was not thrilled; it was just sex for pages (which is not necessarily bad). Only the language bugged me, as I mention above under Vocabulary. I think a woman who fails to ever use the proper names for any sex organ demeans herself. That’s a personal issue for me.
Summary: This is one hot read that also made me look up some information. There were some things that rubbed me the wrong way, but all in all I was unable to put it down and it was very, very sexy. If I had to label it I would call it a guilty secret!