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Nov 11, 2013

Mine Blog Tour: Author Interview + Giveaway

Welcome to my stop on the Mine Blog Tour hosted by The Sub Club Books. It's a huge honor to have a spot on this tour. Have you guys seen the line-up? There are a ton of amazing blogs for this tour and I'm thrilled to have a day with the awesome Katy Evans!

For today's stop, I've got an epic excerpt from Mine, an awesome interview with Katy Evans, as well as the tour wide giveaway to share with all of you, so stick around and don't miss a second of any of it! ;p

About the book:

Title: Mine (Real, #2)
Author: Katy Evans
Publisher: Gallery Books
Release date: November 5, 2013

“I will do anything to make her MINE.” —Remington Tate

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 “Remy” 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, Brooke is torn away from the ringside. Now with distance and darkness between them, the only thing left is to fight for the love of the man she calls MINE.
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Excerpt from Mine:

I hear his laughter in the living area, more like a soft chuckle over something Pete murmured, and my insides do all the stuff he makes them do as I round the corner.

My god.

I can’t believe what he does to me. I can’t even explain this shivering-shuddering-twittering combination inside me, but it’s ridiculous.

“But he’s checking up on you, dude, I don’t see the amusement here,” Pete says, in alarm. “His scouts have been asking all around the hotels to know where we’ll be staying next.”

“Just relax and keep watch, Pete,” Remington says, and I just stare for a moment, hearing a catch in my breath.

My blue-eyed lion.

His black hair stands up devilishly. The inky Celtic bands across his muscled arms flex as he slowly sips on an electrolyte drink. I see his glorious tanned torso. Those sweatpants riding low on his narrow hips and revealing just the tip of his star tattoo. His bare feet. He looks hot, strong, and cuddlable, and the pulsing energy that seems to radiate from his very being feels like a magnet to me.

“Brooke, good morning!” Diane Werner, his chef and nutritionist, says from the kitchen.

Almost lazily, Remington turns and slowly, ever so slowly, stands, his muscles rippling with the move. Brilliant blue eyes rake over my body, taking me in in his red robe, which drapes all the way down to my ankles, and a territorial gleam sparks in his gaze in a way that makes every single womanly part of me tighten with wanting.

“Well, hello there, Miss Riptide,” Pete jumps in, his brown eyes glowing in amusement.

I smile. Because I not only want to wear my Riptide’s clothes, I wish he’d ask me to wear his name even when I’d once told my best friend I would never, ever, marry because my career would always come first. Snort!

“Hey, Pete and Diane,” I say in a sleepy voice, but my eyes are on Remington, and my heart won’t stand still.

Will it ever stand still when I’m around him? As I stare at him this morning just like every morning for the past few months, I tell myself I am not dreaming, he’s not a fantasy, he is real. My REAL.

He saved my sister from the claws of a man I can’t even name. Remington threw last season’s championship fight in exchange for her freedom—without even hesitating. Without even telling me. He lost his title, a huge amount of money, and could have lost his life, all to rescue my sister Nora.

But I didn’t know it was for me.

All I knew was that suddenly he was at the last season’s fight. Losing. Being beaten. Battered. Falling down. Getting up. Spitting at Scorpion.

I wanted to die.

My fighter, always so driven, persistent, passionate, and determined, refused to fight.

God, I was so, so wrong.

He wasn’t punishing me—he was saving my sister for me.

If he hadn’t come back to my hometown of Seattle, with Nora delivered back safely, I’d have made the biggest mistake of my life, and I’d have paid for it for the rest of my life.

I’d have lived the rest of my days loveless, smileless, and worst of all, Remyless. Like I would have deserved.

As I struggle with the thousand pounds of remorse this memory gives me, his dimples flash, and if I thought I was happy moments ago, nothing compares to this avalanche.

“Hey,” I whisper.

“So my little firecracker lives,” he says with a devilish glint in his eye.

“Only barely after you.”

He bursts out laughing, and Pete coughs. “Guys, I’m kind of still here, and so is Diane.”

My smile fades, but although Remington’s doesn’t, his smile softens, and so does the look in his eyes. Suddenly, he makes me feel shy. Virginal. Like he stripped me naked last night and this morning I am without all my bravado, without any stitch of protection, wearing only something that belongs to him.

Still using those dimples like lethal weapons against me, he comes over.

My body is all over the place as I force myself to walk and meet him halfway, and I bite back a squeak when he reaches out one muscled arm, hooks one finger into the sash of my robe, and pulls me the last distance to him. “Get over here,” he rumbles.

He bends his head and sets a kiss on the back of my ear as he spreads his hand open on the small of my back, stroking up to the RIPTIDE letters on the back, as if to remind me they are there. I’m breathless when he ducks his head to my neck and drags in a long, deep inhale of me. Shit, he kills me when he does that, and between my legs, I feel a painful little clench of need.

“Remington, are you listening to me?” Pete asks.

Remington growls my name softly, low and deep, in the way he does when he fucks it. “Good morning, Brooke Dumas.” My tummy clenches in response to that, and the soft kiss he sets on my ear, my knees going buttery, because he always does this to me, and as Pete’s voice repeats what he just said, I start stepping away, but Remington won’t let me.

He kicks the chair farther out and drops down, hauling me with him. Then he shifts me to one of his thighs so he can grab his sports drink from the table and finally looks at Pete, his voice low but firm. “Double our scouts and follow theirs.”

His fingers trace down my back as he downs the bottle, and Pete is left scratching and shaking his head in complete confusion.

“Rem . . . dude . . . the fucking bastard cheated to win, and he knows he’s going to lose as long as you’re fighting this season. He’s spying on us now, and he’s going to do his best to sabotage you this year. He’s going to try to screw with your head. Provoke the shit out of you!”

I’m barely wrapping my head around the topic, but whatever it is, “provoking” Remington is not a good idea. He’s got a temper, usually. He’s hard-headed and insistent and stubborn, but especially, he is Bipolar 1, and you don’t want to rouse his black side unless you’re prepared to deal with over two-hundred pounds of reckless that doesn’t sleep.

I like my over two-hundred pounds of reckless, but his reckless still worries me even if he doesn’t seem in the slightest perturbed by Pete’s warnings.

Instead of answering his PA, he turns to me and threads his fingers at the hair on my nape. “Do you want breakfast?” he asks me.

Biting the inside of my cheek, I lean over and drop my voice to spare Pete. “You mean aside from the one that walked out of my bed?” He pinches my nose and now leans to me. “Business called your breakfast out of bed today.”

“I actually feel strangely hung over this morning, I’m not hungry at all.”

“Hung over from what? My mouth?” he asks, his eyes dancing.

I look at his mouth and it is so full and perfect. The way he uses it is perfect. Every measured word he speaks is perfect. Sexy bastard. Of course he gives me hangovers, the kinds I’d never met until him.

“You know,” Pete interjects, “I’d feel less concerned about him and what he plans to do if he didn’t know your Kryptonite now.” He nods at me.

“He’s not getting even near my Kryptonite. I’ll break him first.” The quiet conviction with which he says this makes gooseflesh jump on my arms, and I think I’m a little nauseous.

Last season’s final match is my worst nightmare.

“Yet I can totally envision him finding ways to reach out to your Kryptonite already,” Pete says. “Finding ways to push your red button, get you all bothered and reckless.”

Remington turns to me, then he shoves my hair aside and tips my head back to study me, like he knows I can barely hear that man’s name—much less hear them talk about it.

The Black Scorpion is my own personal Voldemort. That asshole hurt my sister, then me. And worst of all, he hurt Remington. At that season final. He hurt him because of me. God, I fantasize of killing the bastard.

“He’s gonna tease you, torment you . . .” Pete continues in an ominous tone. Remy watches me in silence, his chest bare, his neck tanned and strong, and when he turns his attention back to Pete, his voice is more somber.

“Pete, he hasn’t even made a play, and you’re losing your shit,” he tells him.

“’Cause I’m the one left to fix things when you lose it,” Pete smoothes a hand down his black tie. “This season could get downright nasty. We want you strong and prepared, dude. We need to head to the airport in a half hour, tops, but I warn you, Phoenix might not be as calm as we anticipated.”

“I’ll keep it together. Just double our scouts,” Remington says, serious now, then he takes one last swig of his sports drink and sets the empty bottle aside.

“All right, let me call in some more . . . . ” I watch Pete head over to the kitchen and punch his cell phone pad.

Now Remington’s voice deepens as he gives me his undivided attention. “You overslept,” he murmurs, cupping my face as he smiles down at me. “Wore you out last night?”

His voice oozes all kinds of sex and tenderness. As I nod, I feel myself go warm inside. “I hear sex gods do that,” I tease.

He laughs softly and strokes my lips with his thumb. “That’s right. You ready to go?”

I nip his thumb and smile as I nod.

“I missed you in bed this morning,” I whisper.

“God, me too. I need to be the first thing those pretty eyes see every morning.”

He presses me to him and buries his face in my hair, and all the tension from hearing the word “Scorpion” and the nausea leaves me when I smell him. I tuck my nose into his chest and inhale him as he inhales me, and the room falls, and the world falls, and in this moment nothing matters. Nothing matters but him, his arms around me and my arms around him. I think a part of him still can’t believe I’m in his arms again, because he’s squeezing me so tight I can hardly breathe, but I don’t want to breathe. I’m so affected by his scent, the feel of his powerful arms around me, when just two months ago I’d stupidly given up on him, I can barely take it.

“I love you,” I whisper, and when he doesn’t respond, I open my eyes and shiver when I see his fierce gaze trained on me. He rubs my bottom lip with his thumb again, then tucks me back into his chest as if I’m precious. He lowers his head, his lips to my ear: “You’re mine now.”

Welcome back to Books Over Boys, Katy! It’s definitely a huge pleasure to have you here today! Since the publication of Real, you’ve skyrocketed up the charts and have continued to do so with Mine. What is one thing about all of this—being an author, being in the book publishing world, being able to connect with readers and fans—that amazes you the most?

Momo, I am so beyond thrilled to be here with you. It means so much especially since its our second time around! Speaking of amazement…you, my readers, to feel that special connection with someone across cities, states, and even countries, through my work, really truly amazes me. I have no words to tell you how amazed I am by some of the book love you all send my way. Thank you just for taking the time to read, review, and write to me.

Q. Since Real was picked up and re-released through Gallery Books, you’ve been hidden away in your writing cave, working on getting the next few books out to us in a quickness. How is your writing process or how does that work? If I’m doing my math correctly, you’re going to be releasing five books within a year’s time frame. Because that’s a lot of books in a short time, do you plan out each book before you start writing them or do you just go with the flow and figure things out as you go?

I’ve been writing a lot, yes! Even Remy, his book was supposed to be a novella length, but nobody can fit Remy in a novella length, so it ended up being a full length book and I really loved writing it. I always have an idea of what the book will be about, but I’m a very organic writer so I usually prefer to let the story unfold as I write.

Q. Mine is your most recent release. What was the most exciting part of writing and publishing it? What was the hardest part?

Mine was exciting and poignant for me because I got to revisit Brooke and Remy, and just spending more time with them, challenging them and watching their love story unfold, really touched me emotionally like nothing has ever done.

The hardest part is probably letting go and moving onto new stories and new characters to fall in love with.

Q. Remy is due to be released later this month so I’m assuming you’re working on either the fourth or fifth book in the Real series. Because you’re finishing up the series, do you find writing the last two books any different from the first few? If so, how?

Yes, Remy releases November 26th, and then Ripped (April 2014) and then Raw (Melanie’s book, in late 2014). I can’t wait to share both of these! The process is actually very similar as with the first three, except these are new characters, with different voices and personalities, so it takes an initial adjustment…but I’m thoroughly into Ripped. Pandora is Brooke’s goth friend and she’s bad ass, and Mackenna, her rocker ex boyfriend, well everyone dotes on the man except her. They’re too fun! ☺

Q. I know you’re crazy busy with wrapping up this amazingly epic story for all us eager fans but I’m curious: is there anything else in the works for you? Anything that we can expect from you after Remy and Brooke’s story comes to a close? If so, can you share a bit with us? Although, I totally understand if you’ve been so busy that you haven’t had time to think beyond the Real world…

I have definite plans of two different series aside from the Real series. One is an epic love story series following two star-crossed lovers for a couple of years, and the other is still taking shape in my mind, but I know I will love working on both. I’m excited to share!

And lastly,

Q. If Remy and Brooke were about to go on a spontaneous cross-country road trip and they had five minutes to grab all their things, what five items would be at the top of their list?

Well I’m sure some dates, protein power bars, their sneakers, at least one of their phones, and each other, haha. ☺

Thanks again, so much for stopping by, Katy! It’s always a blast!

MOMO, thank YOU! I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you and all your support and how fun it is to be visiting here again! WARM HUGS (which I hope I can give them to you in person, soon!)

About the author:

Katy Evans grew up with books and book-boyfriends until she found a real sexy boyfriend to love. They married and are now hard at work on their own happily ever after. Katy loves her family and friends, and she also loves reading, walking, baking, and being consumed by her characters until she reaches “The End.” Which is, hopefully, only the beginning…

Connect with Katy Evans: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads

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