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Katy Evans Biography

Katy Evans is the author of Real, a New York Times and USA Today best selling, self-published, (New) Adult Contemporary Romance novel that chronicles the relationship between Remington Tate, an underground boxing champion and Brooke Dumas, a sports rehab therapist. Real, was released on April 9, 2013 and quickly became a best seller in the top four self-publishing marketplaces, including both Amazon and Barnes and Noble. Simon & Schuster's Gallery Books acquired rights to the Real series, which will include five books in total, in June 2013.

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. . . if I know him and like him just a little bit more than I already do, our emotional connection will be too strong for me to ever go back to the way I was before him.

Already, Connections, Emotional, Strong

I feel claimed and bonded to him like animals do. I feel like I've already been caught and trapped and he's merely priming me, leaving me to simmer in my juices, anxiously waiting for the moment when he takes his first bite of me.

Animal, Bite, Leaving, Moment, Simmer, Waiting

You’ve claimed me, little firecracker. You kicked a pair of two hundred pound men’s asses. I will never get over that. You kicked my whores out. Pete told me. You staked your claim on me, even before you realized I’d staked mine already. ” He fists my hair and pulls me close to his lips. “I’m yours now … Even if I screw this up, I’ll still be your screw-up.

Hair, Men, Pulls, Staked, Two, Whores

We won't be having an affair. " I stare dumbly, certain I just heard an organ in my body crack in my chest. His hands clamp around me, and he crushes me to his body as he slides his nose along the shell of my ear. "When I take you, you'll be mine," he says, a soft promise in my ear.

Body, Chest, Crush, Ear, Hands, Promise

I'll never have enough of you, never.

Enough

You can't, Brooke, you can't leave. You're mine

Brooke, Leave, Mines

Larger than life itself, and I can’t even believe this striking creature was once a little bit mine.

Believe, Creature, Larger, Larger Than Life, Life, Littles

There he is, a woman's living, breathing fantasy, doing his slow, cocky turn, spiky black hair, darkly tanned chest, dimpled smile-killer smile-all in the package of Remington Tate. He's perfection itself, and a new surge of hormones sweeps through me as I do what the rest of the crowd does and take in his visual, so blatantly on display in those low riding boxing shorts and so strikingly sexy, he becomes the center of my attention. The center. Of my. World.

Boxing, Breathing, Cocky, Display, Riding, Sexy

Remington Tate, I swear to you—I swear—that when I’m able to get up from this stupid bed and run again, you’re always, always, going to be the one thing I’ll run straight to.

Bed, Run, Running, Straight, Stupid, Thing

The heart is a hollow muscle, and it will beat billions of times during our lives. About the size of a fist, it has four chambers: two Atria and two ventricles. How this muscle can house something as encompassing as love is beyond me. Is this heart the one that loves? or do you love with your soul, which is infinite?I don't know. All I know is that I feel this love in every molecule in my body, every breath I take, all the infinity in my soul.

Chambers, Heart, Love, Love Is, Two

I'll never recover if he breaks my heart. ~Brooke

Break, Breaks, Brooke, Heart, Ifs, Recover

There's an awful video of me on YouTube. com, titled Dumas, her life is over! which was taped by some amateur during my first Olympic tryouts and has had quite a bit of traffic-like all videos of humiliated people do. This is where the exact moment that my life shattered around me was perfectly immortalized on film and can now be played and replayed, over and over, so the world can watch for their enjoyment.

Amateur, Firsts, People, Perfectly, Watches, World

He's complicated and complex, a labyrinth I want to lose myself in. He's my fighter, and I really want to fight to be with him.

Complex, Complicated, Fight, Fighting, Labyrinth, Want

At least if I keep my love a secret, he and I can still have this wonderful, odd, exciting relationship where I love him in silence and pretend he's loving me in silence too.

Exciting, I Love Him, Odd, Secret, Silence

My body melts into his hard one until his strong arm, coiled around my small waist, is all that hols me upright. I don't know if I'm bad for him, or him for me. All I know is that this is as inevitable as an incoming tsunami, and I'm just bracing for the swim of my life.

Arm, Body, Melts, Strong, Swim, Upright

Brooke Dumas. I'm Remington.

Brooke, Dumas, Remington

I've fallen in love a hundred times in my life! But never like you. So I wonder if I really fell or just tripped, you know?

Hundred, Know, Like You, Love, Wonder

An orgasm is not what I want and I know it. What I want, need, is so much more than that. It's the connection. The exhilarating contact with this human being, a being that compels me like no other. I miss his touch, his kiss. I don't care if he gives me just a little kernel of what he can give; I'm just starving to be fed, and my body has never been like this hungry.

Fed, Giving, Kiss, Kissing, Missing, Starving

His eyes glow in the shadows as he slides the soft liquid semen dripping down my thigh in a path leading back into my swollen entry, as if he doesn't want to come out of my body. "Sticky?" he asks in a gruff murmur, bending his head and licking my shoulder as he pushes his semen back inside with one finger.

Dripping, Eye, Finger, Head, Shadow, Slides

Kick and claw all you like. Scream. Hit me. Curse the f*ck out of me. You won't sleep anywhere but with me tonight.

Anywhere, Curse, Scream, Sleep, Tonight

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