Racer by Katy Evans
Publication Date: September 28th, 2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Racer, an all-new standalone in the Real Series from New York Times bestselling author Katy Evans is coming September 28th!!!
A bad boy with something to prove.
A woman with a mission.
The race of their lives.
The love of a lifetime.
I don’t think his parents expected him to live up to his name—Racer Tate—but once he felt the adrenaline rush behind the wheel, he was addicted.
He’s the fastest, fiercest driver around.
Scouting new talent brings me to his doorstep…
but his smile sends me to my knees.
The sexy, mysterious Racer Tate is not the kind of man a girl like me falls for. He’s secretive, reckless, elusive. But his proximity pushes me beyond reason, and his kiss….
This is our last chance to win, and he is our only hope. I’m supposed to watch him—make sure he doesn’t get into trouble. But it’s an impossible task. And now the one in heart wrenching, toe-curling, soul-crushing trouble is me. Because when your heart belongs to someone, their truths become your own, and their secrets become your salvation…or your curse.
He says he wants me. He says I’m the One. But he also thinks he’ll break my heart, one piece at a time until it’s gone.
I’m still reeling. While people approach him, he cuts a path straight to me, his gaze penetrating and target-like; making me want to bolt.
His lips do that little upward tilt they do that seems so sexy, and for a second, I feel like I’m lightheaded.
I gulp, and then feel mad at myself for acting like some idiot as fucking devil-Racer Tate reaches me, throws himself into a seat next to me, and turns to look at me expectantly with the most gorgeous grin on his face.
I don’t know what to say.
This guy has left me sort of speechless.
“So … ” I say, staring in the distance at his beat-up mustang, then at him.
“So … ” he says too, in his deep voice, his smile a little more wicked than it was two seconds ago. He glances at my mouth.
Why am I licking my lips?
It only made his eyes narrow and darken.
I open my mouth to speak, failing to find words. He smells like sweat and soap and shampoo, and I feel my traitorous nipples push up to my top again. Why do they do that when he’s around?
“This is illegal,” I state.
His voice is husky from exertion, and his eyes glint with laughter. “That’s why it’s fun.”
I look away from his eyes, trying to focus and clear my head. He leans over and peers into my face, his face shadowed by the moonlight and his jaw now carrying a little scruff. “Are we in agreement?” he presses.
“No.” I glare and shake my head, meeting his cocky gaze. “You’re reckless, Racer.”
“So are you, Alana.”
“It’s just … Lana.”
His brows fly up in surprise. “And a bit of a liar too.”
I purse my lips, still glaring as my gaze goes back to his car. Girls are rubbing against it as if it were him, and I find it disgusting. Why are women always acting so slutty around race car drivers and bad boys?
“You crashed your car,” I say flippantly.
“You crashed my car,” he contradicts, amused.
I laugh, then scowl in his direction. “You crashed it more. I can’t believe you were making such a fuss about me crashing into you when it was just a little kiss—”
He leans in to peck my lips—fast but firmly. “That’s a kiss.”
I lose my breath.
My eyes wide.
He eases back, lips smiling as he comes to his feet and stretches his hand out to take me by the elbow and help me to my feet.
“Let’s get out of here.” He starts walking, leading the way.
“And go where?”
“Anywhere I can get my hands on you.”
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“Holy Shit!” the girls cry. “Bring your camera,” the guys say. Yeah, they’re pumped about it. Because I’m good. Because nobody is as good.
Get your highlighter ready because its Remington Tate’s freaking son and OH MY HELL HE DOES NOT DISAPPOINT! I can’t believe I am writing this but I am sorry Remy your son just stepped up to the plate and said I see you liked my dad don’t worry you are about to love me. He said all that to me with his one dimple smirk then I said …
“Who the fuck are you?” I breathe. My wet dream or my worst nightmare?
I mean his dad basically set my bar for bookfriends and what I want in my Alpha men. Like all boys apparently Racer took notes and he is everything we loved in his father and more. Racer, just like his dad, has that heart and those eyes. This boy also instantly knows what he wants and when he makes a decision that’s it. He also has this cocky Alpha arrogance that worked all my yes buttons.
I’m intrigued about Racer Tate. I won’t lie.
Intrigued was an understatement the minute I read the first page I was putty in the web Katy Evans had created. Lana isn’t looking for love just a “racer” and from the moment these two meet, I’m not kidding, I felt their chemistry shoot thru my body. Racer and Lana have that same consuming, feel it to your core love story that Remington and his mom had. That chemistry that gives you all the feels and makes you put your kindle in the freezer. I can’t explain the way Racer speaks but I can tell you several times I think my body tried to climb in my kindle screaming his name. Literally…
He’s seriously God’s handiwork. The natural selection process of evolution couldn’t be enough to produce something like him. He’s illegal.
Prepare I think I need to take a pregnancy test because I totally think I am having a Tate baby. What makes this book even better we get Remington back and we get to see that father/son bond and how Remy handles his son’s BP.
“You have my father to thank for my amazing music taste,” he says. “Oh. Thank you, Racer’s Dad.”
Oh I am thanking your father, Katy Evans and baby Jesus for this book. Also I guess the song list does deserve it’s own THANK YOU!!
About the Author
Katy Evans is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author. Her debut REAL shot to the top of the bestselling lists in 2013 and since then 9 of her titles have been New York Times bestsellers. Her books have been translated into nearly a dozen languages across the world.
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