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Can love really conquer all?—Book Six in Katy Evans’s breakout New York Times bestselling series that began with REAL.

Maverick “The Avenger” Cage wants to rise to the top and become a legend in the ring. Though he keeps his identity well guarded, he’s known on the fighting circuit as the new kid with a chip on his shoulder and a tattoo on his back that marks him as trouble. He’s got a personal score to settle with the Underground’s one and only Remington “Riptide” Tate.

As Mav trains, he meets a young girl—the only other new person in the town—and sparks fly. When things get heated between them, he finds out she’s none other than Reese Dumas, the cousin of Remington Tate’s wife. A girl who’s supposed to root against him and a girl he’s supposed to stay away from.

But Mav fights for the woman in his heart and the monsters in his blood. The world’s eyes are on them, and the victor will go down in history as the ultimate fighting champion—the ultimate LEGEND.

Okay, it’s no secret that I go HARD for Remy, the man/book that started it all. I have always been #TeamRemy and always will be….or so I thought. Upon hearing about Legend I was stuck on a hard NO that I wouldn’t read this because, well….someone is actually challenging Remy? MY Remy?! How dare they right?

But, despite my feelings I was still going to support my favorite author because, hello, she’s KATY freaking Evans and I love her! It wasn’t until I saw the first teaser that hooked me and had me thinking, okay I’ll give this a try, I mean I would eventually get more of Remy this way. The more and more I saw the teasers I became super excited.  I was still apprehensive though, because I didn’t want to pick sides. I knew that the way Katy write’s I’d love this ‘New guy’ too.

He grabs my hips and pulls me close. “Kiss me for Luck, Reese.” I watch his lips speak- nearly growl- the words, his beautiful, perfect bow lips that some asshole can crack open tomorrow.”

SUUUUch a dilemma!!!

I got two things out of the first three chapters: one, Katy Evens writes sweaty boxer men so freaking WELL! Two: Maverick has a huge chip on his shoulder and right off he’s out for blood, Remy’s blood and then there is sweet innocent Reese. Who is all sorts of wholesome but doesn’t want to be.  And three: I was in danger of loving someone other than Remy!! Their romance was a slow burn as all of Katy’s book are which I love and you really got the sense of who they were. Their budding romance almost makes you forget we don’t really know who Maverick is, until we actually do know and while it should have been obvious, it totally wasn’t!

Again, I was torn!

I had nothing to worry about, Katy bought it with this book. Not to be too spoilery but I didn’t have to choose AND Maverick and Reese could be the Brooke and Remy of the new. They couldn’t be the farthest from alike, but that underlining pull, that need to be together no matter what is ever present. And the intensity of the story along with the romance was so raw and gritty and REAL (I couldn’t resist). I’ve read the book twice now and I still say the same thing I said after the first time; Damn.

#TeamRemy AND TeamMaverick!

Known as the wicked witch of Russian fairy tales, Baba Yaga is not one woman, but rather a title carried by a chosen few. They keep the balance of nature and guard the borders of our world, but don’t make the mistake of crossing one of them…

The only thing more fiery than Bella Young’s red hair is her temper. She knows that a Baba Yaga’s power without strict control can leave the people she cares about burned, so to protect her heart—and everyone around her—the only company she keeps is her dragon-turned-Norwegian-Forest-cat, Koshka.

But when Bella is tasked with discovering who’s setting magical fires throughout Wyoming’s Black Hills, she finds herself working closely with former hotshots firefighter Sam Corbett—and falling hard for his quiet strength and charm.

Sam may bear the scars of his past, but Bella can see beyond them and would do anything to help him heal. Only before she can rescue her Prince Charming, she’ll have to overcome the mysterious foe setting the forest fires—a truly wicked witch who wields as much power and even more anger than Bella…

I have had the privilege and the pleasure of reading Wickedly Powerful by Deborah Blake.  I just gotta say that I can most assuredly declare that I love this book.  I will try not to include any spoilers without proper notification, but there are a few points of the book I would like to exclaim over.

First being, there is a reason that the pets of a work of fiction are a highly popular commodity.  If you still do not understand why, please read and pay particular attention to every scene involving Koshka.  I love all the Chudo Yudos and his snarky protectiveness is nothing that is not expected, but when it comes around it’s not a “oh yeah, well that what he is supposed to do, I knew that would happen”.  He makes it his own, I mean tuna, I love it!

I really enjoy the acceptable amount of depth Blake puts into her characters.  You do not get bored with overly extended details of how John Smith learned to tie his shoe at age 6 which was late because he was focused on trying to ride his bike so he could learn when and where to apply elemental physics because his parents were employed with NASA and they only allowed him to have a grain free diet that came in handy when he grew up to try out for the Coast Guard, which he failed because he wasn’t good at tying knots.  See, boring, right?  Sam’s history is well defined and it carries you through the forest of the story without him being boring and you rooting for Bella to throw him off his watch tower.  I feel for Sam’s past, my husband was a fire fighter and before he left this profession permanently our future plans were all tainted with what ifs and possibilities.  I teared up with Sam and I am happy for what he has worked for and through.

I will stop here with my ruminations because I will start to detail my favorite parts of the book (and there are a lot!) so I give it 5 stars and am eagerly awaiting the next step in the series; especially after the sneak preview that I was able to view!

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Meet Maverick “The Avenger” Cage in Legend, the newest stand alone in the REAL series releasing February 9th!

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Maverick “the Avenger” Cage wants to rise to the top and become a legend in the ring. Though he keeps his identity well guarded, he’s known on the fighting circuit as the new kid with a chip on his shoulder and a tattoo on his back that marks him as trouble. He’s got a personal score to settle with the Underground’s one and only Remington “Riptide” Tate.

As Mav trains, he meets a young girl—the only other new person in the town–and sparks fly. When things get heated between them, he finds out she’s none other than Reese Dumas, the cousin of Remington Tate’s wife. A girl who’s supposed to root against him and a girl he’s supposed to stay away from.

But Maverick fights for the woman in his heart, and the monsters in his blood. The world’s eyes are on them and the victor will go down in history as the ultimate fighting champion; the ultimate LEGEND.

* LEGEND is the 6th and final installment of the REAL series, but it can also be read as standalone or after the three Remington and Brooke books (Real/Mine/Remy.)

At Tate’s corner, outside the ropes, his coach whistles. “You two get some headgear on. Stat.”

Tate’s lips curl rebelliously, and he looks at me with challenge in his eyes.

I smile back, a feral curl of my lips.

We tap gloves.

No headgear.

I jab. He swings his arm, blocks the hit, leaps back, and I jab again, blocked again.

We space apart and jump in place, shaking our shoulders, loosening up. I pull my gloves back up, narrow my eyes, and he asks, “You think you’re the shit because you’re fast and strong? I got news for you. I’m faster, I’m stronger, and I’m disciplined. Your coach isn’t doing you any favors.”

“He’s in my corner, and that’s enough for me.”

He swings, I duck fast and come up behind him. He straightens and faces me again. “If you settle for that, then you should settle for second place.”

“What the fuck. You want me to win?”

“I want a good fight. I like keeping things real. Reminds me I’m a man. Mortal.”

“I want to be a legend. Legends never die. Even if they die alone.”

He swings again, and I duck, come up, and jab three times.

He blocks repeatedly, then hooks with his right; I deflect. He grins and jabs again. I block, then I duck before he puts me up against the ropes, and I head back to center. He follows.

“To be a legend you need to fall seven times, get up eight,” he says.

I remember a final a few years ago when my father kicked Tate to a pulp. “Or not fall at all.”

He backs up his arm and then smacks the smirk right off me. “Before you stop falling, you need to embrace the fact that you’re going to hit the ground.”

I clean the blood from my mouth, glowering.

We take positions again, and he watches me as if waiting for my next move as we start dancing around, jumping, waiting for the other to strike.

“Do you want the headgear now?”

I lunge and start hitting, and he blocks, deflects, blocks. “Fuck you,” I grit out.

“Getting angry doesn’t help. You control the anger, not let it control you.”

I want to prove him wrong; I loop out my arm and aim for his head.

He ducks and hooks, his knuckles cracking into my jaw. I spurt blood and bounce against the ropes.

I shake my head, wipe the blood away, grit my teeth and straighten, narrowing my eyes. “My turn,” I growl, and I swing. My fist connects: a kidney punch.

He blocks my next hit, frowning in thought. “You’re cocky for someone who just lost yesterday.”

He jabs.

I dive my upper body to the side, evading. “You got to play it to become it.”

“I’m the champion, not you.”

“You won’t live forever, champ.”

He jabs three times, then leaps back, flexes his arm and looks at it.

“Muscle memory. You hit enough times, you fight on instinct; part of your brain works on your assault, the other is focused on the other’s assault. Let your muscle memory work for you and consciously stay focused on your opponent’s eyes.”

I laugh mockingly. “I don’t need your pointers.”

“Go back home to daddy, then.”

“When I’m finished with you.” I punch him, then raise my left hook and connect hard enough to stun him.

He raises his head, shakes it to clear it, and wipes blood from his nose. I catch my breath, satisfied I got some blood. At least I won’t be the only one with an ice pack tonight.

He sees the blood on his arm and looks at me, impressed.

“TIME!” his coach yells out from the corner. “You two won’t have shit for the fight if you keep up this nonsense.”

Tate grins at him, then turns back and glowers at me. “You get enough?”

“Barely warming up here.” I squint the blood out of one eye and raise my gloves. “Come get it, Riptide,” I growl.

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Hey! I’m Katy Evans and I love family, books, life, and love. I’m married with two children and three dogs and spend my time baking, walking, writing, reading, and taking care of my family. Thank you for spending your time with me and picking up my story. I hope you had an amazing time with it, like I did. If you’d like to know more about books in progress, look me up on the Internet, I’d love to hear from you!

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In the highly anticipated continuation of Harley and Deklan’s story comes an equally gripping novel.

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What happens when you wake up from the nightmare that you’ve been living? Do you start living a happy normal life, one that you’ve always dreamed of, or do you start a new nightmare?
Harley did it. She survived, thanks to Deklan, but now…she is left with hard truths and different emotions; what she thought was the end, was only the beginning. Harley has to navigate through these changes while deciding on who she is and where she fits in Deklan’s life because she is coming to learn that when someone saves you, even from yourself, you hero worship them. You hero worship them so much they become your everything. Their wants turn into your needs, their needs into your obsessions, their obsessions into your life. Finally you come to a point where this worshiping, this obsession, will either heal you or hurt you.
Will Harley be healed from her past or hurt by it?

Excerpt:

Excerpt:( Mature audience)

“Don’t do that shit.” I warned. “Don’t twist this. My brother’s on the couch and I don’t want him to hear you scream my name when I lick you here.” I cupped her sex, massaging her still wet opening making her grind her ass on my erection. “Or when I fuck you here.” I rubbed the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip, pulling it down slightly.  I doubt she knew how insane she was making me, how her not knowing how sexy she was made her even sexier. I was well aware of her aversion to letting me fuck her mouth, I asked once and she shut that shit down quick, don’t mean I wasn’t gonna try every time I got.

“No one gets to hear that shit but me.” Yup, I was very fucking aware of how I was sounding like a possessive dick but I didn’t give a shit. I wanted to ruin her for everyone else, so that she would only ever be able to fit here, with me.

“Matt?” She asked wide eyed, either from the promise of my words, or from shock.

“Do I have another brother?” I cupped the back of her neck bringing her to me and nipped her lower lip unable to not fucking touch her and still aware I was being a dickhead, but I was hyped up and it wasn’t helping the matter that she was still grinding her ass on me moaning slightly and shit. It was like me being an asshole got her wetter. Fuck.

“Har…” I started, placing my hand on her hip to still her movements.

“Deklan, please.” She moaned, placing her hand on the one I had between her legs, pushing it down hard on her clit. I couldn’t fuck her, not like I really wanted to, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t give her what I knew she needed.

I removed my hand, gripped her panties and quickly ripped them off, grabbed her hips and pushed her down slightly so that the lips of her pussy sandwiched my dick over my boxers and began moving her over it. She bucked against my hand as I massaged her clit with my thumb, teasing her as my dick swelled with the friction. She was so fucking soaked it plastered my boxers to my dick, the friction causing the head to slip through the slit. She moaned louder at the small contact her pussy had with my dick, moving faster. My dick jumped when it hit her hot opening, and I fought like hell to not slip all the way in.

“Babe.” I warned. I was true as shit, no one got to hear her come apart but me but her trying to be quite almost made me say fuck it. I loved the fact that she couldn’t be quite, like she had to scream how good it was. How good we were together. That was a fucking ego buster if there ever was one.

“I can’t help it.” She said on a breath as I rubbed her clit harder. Her on top of me, jacking off my dick with her pussy was the best fucking sight I ever saw. She arched her back, placing her hands on my chest, rubbing faster and faster, wiggling when our sexes met, trying to get more of me inside her. I was so hard it was painful, my balls drew up tight and I knew I was close to exploding. Her face contorted in bliss and her body suddenly went still, “oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.” She whisper chanted, her come soaking me and I took that opportunity to dip the head of my dick in her heat and pushed her further over the edge, and I was right fucking behind her. I pulled out with minutes to spare and watched with her as I blasted on my stomach. Shiiiiiiiit, I wanted more of her, I wanted to own her and if I didn’t get my shit together soon so that I could, I was going to go fucking crazy.

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Jeri Williams lives a super fabulous lifestyle (by fabulous, she mean’s kinda lame) in the hot Florida sun and loves reading of any kind (except instruction manuals and cereal boxes). She has always written stories and made her family listen to them since she was young, although this is her first book she has ever published. She is a mom of an up-and-coming Jerry Seinfeld (in girl form) and also enjoys being right and knowing everything, although she is hardly ever right and really doesn’t know anything and is obsessed with inventing miniature zoo animals you can carry around in your pocket (although not really).

Genre: Romance

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