Synopsis:
He's mine, and I'm
his. Our love is all-consuming, powerful,
imperfect, and real...
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 "Riptide" 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, she is torn away from his side. Now with distance and darkness between them, the only thing left is to fight for the love of the man she calls MINE.
imperfect, and real...
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 "Riptide" 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, she is torn away from his side. Now with distance and darkness between them, the only thing left is to fight for the love of the man she calls MINE.
My Review:
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
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MINE –
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REMY –
Book #3 REAL series preorder links: Releases November 26th!!
RIPPED –
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Mine Teaser:
“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!”
“Who?”
“RIP-TIIIIIIDE!”
“One more
time, ’cause I can’t hear you!”
“RIPTIIIIIDE!”
“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 hurry. 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’m dying.
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.
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.
They do.
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.
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