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1st ‘manwhore’ excerpt!!

I look very different than the girl Saint met in his office. But I don’t feel any different. My nerves are frayed to the edges as I give my name to a bouncer at the entrance and I’m allowed into the club, every part of me snug and tight in my dress as my black heels hit the floor.

Whereas M4 was all museum-like, the Ice Box is pure dark decadence. Ice sculptures sit on pedestals around the room. Cages with body-painted dancers hang from the ceiling. A bar with white and blue lights stretches from one wall to another.

Strobe lights flash across the space as I get jostled by the crowd. The bass thumps as the song “Waves” by Mr. Probz plays for the dancing crowd. Drinks are flowing on shiny silver trays, and the drinks are so adorned—by fruits, olives, salt glitter or colorful liquid swirls—they’re like artworks. This isn’t a normal swanky club. It’s the rich boys’ club and everywhere you look are beautiful people wearing beautiful things.

“I met him! God! When he said hi I thought I’d faint…!”

My nerves eat at me as I hear that, because I know for sure they’re talking about him. Trying to breathe, I wind deeper into the club, wishing for Gina so bad I ache. The room is packed with women, some clearly on the hunt, others already paired with someone, a few hanging out with their friends. I breathe slowly, in and out, telling myself I can do this. It’s just a club. I can have some fun. It’s been a while since I’ve gone out to a club, and never a club like this, but it doesn’t matter. I can interview people, and if I’m lucky, I can do more than that.

After scanning the area and trying to find the best spy-spots, I go to the top level and that’s when I get the best look at what’s happening downstairs at the most crowded corner.

And speak of the devil. My heart stops a beat when I see that dark head of his, and that loathed, burning knot in my stomach squeezes with a vengeance. I swear no one in my life has ever made me this nervous.

He sits with his arms stretched out behind him, a wine glass and two women vying for his attention as he chats with his friends. His masculine face is illuminated in certain angles when the lights flash—his beauty unprecedented.

Okay. Breathing. Do I want him to know I’m here or not?

A watery sensation seems to spread down my limbs as I force myself to go downstairs. I wind a path to the ladies’ room and worm myself through the throng of bodies toward a wide mirror above a set of modernist floating sinks. A group of women preen at themselves while I look our reflections. To my right, a woman pouts her red lips, and to my left, her friend pouts her pink ones. Me? I’m still me, but I look extravagant, like I was born here. I look very different than the young girl in coveralls he met. Will he even recognize me like this?

“You going to the after-party?” Red Lips asks Pink Lips as they retouch their lipsticks.

“No key yet.”

“Lookie lookie.” Red Lips waves a keycard in the air.

There’s squealing in the room and she tucks the key into her bra. “Mine!”

“So there’s an after-party?” I ask them.

“At Saint’s penthouse,” one says, nodding.

“How do you get invited to this party?”

“A hundred keys are distributed during the evening.”

A sudden thought of stealing the very key she’s just tucked into her bra flickers through my mind. I mean, it’s just a key. It couldn’t possibly be a felony.

“Babe,” she tells me, “stop giving my key the eye! I’ve been waiting three years to get a key like this. Go and work your ass out there if you want one. Only the finest asses make it.”

“Thanks,” I say, turning to look at my ass in the mirror questioningly. Gina says I’ve got a great ass. It’s perky and the perfect handful, some would say. But would Saint say that?

I sigh and lean against the wall, then I spot all the little writings on an open stall door. I narrow my eyes, forcing my focus.

 

Malcolm for my baby-daddy

 

I sucked Saint’s cock

 

Tahoe rammed me right here

 

Callan licks cunt like a caveman

 

I head back into the noise and try to find a good spot for spying when I see him again. The two women won’t leave his side and now my stomach for some reason feels jumpy, annoying me. One of the blondes takes a shot from the waiter, licks the rim, and then adds salt.

Saint edges back and watches her with an expression of casual boredom, but his lips are curled, as if he’s having some fun.

I’m so engrossed watching—a little too fascinated and a little bit disgusted—I don’t realize a guard has walked up to me until he’s right in my face. He signals to the back of the room—to where Saint’s best friends are now watching me. Saint isn’t even looking my way. Oh no, he’s too busy being entertained, still wearing that almost-bored smile. Maybe they need to take their tops off to get him excited?

All three men fit in perfectly with the lavish surroundings, but I can’t look at the other two. Only at Malcolm. Malcolm’s dark good looks blend with the shadows like Hades in his own little corner of hell.

Suddenly he laughs over something one of the blondes does and he turns a little, his eyes landing straight on me—and stopping there.

I feel his stare like a hit of adrenaline. I want to look away, but I can’t, I feel trapped. I don’t know if I made this up but I could’ve sworn his chest jerked as if he sucked in a breath.

Does he recognize me?

Do I want him to?

Suddenly the atmosphere is so heavy I can’t breathe. My lungs feel like rocks and I really can’t breathe. As he rakes me in one fast, complete sweep of his eyes that makes my stomach grip nervously, he takes in my pumps up to my long blonde hair, and I become aware of my dress hugging the top of my thighs, my hips, my abdomen, my breasts and even my ass. Oh god. I force myself to follow the guard in his direction, every step accelerating my heartbeat. In that black suit and without a tie, the top button of his shirt open and his hair a bit rumpled, Saint is the embodiment of luxurious and decadent and sin. He is Sin Itself and I feel like an absolute…virgin.

He stretches his long legs out before him, his stare fixed on mine without any seeming inclination to move away.

“Mr. Saint,” the guard clears his throat. “The gentlemen had me summon her.”

Although his smile doesn’t waver, the look on his face is completely remote and unreadable.

“Here she is, gentlemen,” the guard then tells the other two—the blond and the copper-haired men looking at me like lunch.

“Tahoe,” the blonde says.

“Callan,” the copper-haired says.

Saint merely pats the blondes on the butt and sends them on her way, then he reaches out to take my elbow somehow in an instinctive gesture that brings me a strange sense of comfort. I don’t know anybody else here, so when he tugs me to his side, I go down and sit next to him on the edge of the long booth.

And that’s when he leans his dark head over to me and murmurs, “Malcolm.” His voice is so deep and rumbling, I shiver.

“Rachel,” I lamely offer.

He raises his eyebrow and stares at me. What are you doing here, Rachel? he seems to ask.

I’m wondering what to say, when Tahoe lifts his drink and drains it. “You’re up past your bedtime.” The Texan oil baby. Oozing charm, drawling out the words.

I don’t know why but I’m acutely aware of the position of Saint’s body in relation to mine. He just straightened fully in the booth and somehow shifted so his arm is very noticeably stretched out behind me.

“Like they say, no rest for the wicked,” I answer Tahoe with an extra-wide smile, my heart pounding over Saint’s nearness.

Suddenly I can smell him. Just him. Among all the mingled scents in the room, it’s Saint somehow in my lungs, in every breath. He radiates a vitality that draws me like a magnet. It unnerves me but something in his presence, so close to me, soothes me too.

“Apparently there’s a dress code—Saint had to drop his tail and horns at the door,” Callan jokes as a waiter sets a drink before me.

“Oh yes.” I tug the hem of my skirt self-consciously, “I had to drop half my dress.”

“Did you now?” Tahoe asks.

“T.”

One word, one letter, from Malcolm.

“Yeah, Saint?” Tahoe returns, lifting his eyebrows.

“Dibs.”

I almost spit out the drink. I cough and slam my hand to my chest, and Saint calmly reaches out to take my drink from my hand and sets it aside.  “Okay?” he asks, ducking his head and peering into my face.

I give one last cough and squeeze my eyes shut and nod, and when I open my eyes, Saint is the only thing I see. I find him staring at me in such a penetrating way I can feel the stare in my bones.

“Did you just get to the party, Rachel?” he asks.

As he waits for my reply, he reaches for my cocktail and extends the glass out to me. His wrist is thick and looks so strong, so golden, his skin smooth, his arm dusted with a little bit of hair as I cautiously take it from him, our fingers brushing.

Tahoe reaches for his coat pocket and waves whatever he extracted in the air. “Saint! May I?”

Excitement leaps in my chest when I realize it’s the key!

“Not happening, that’s not her scene,” Malcolm murmurs besides me.

“Aw! Come on, let me give her a key. She’s a dime, man,” Tahoe drawls.

I’m so disbelieving, I’m not even breathing as Malcolm slowly stands. I follow him up, staring up into his face in confusion.

“What do you mean it’s not my scene?” I demand. I feel like there’s no gravity when he stands so close to me. I’m dizzy. Confused. And unexpectedly hurt.

For the first time since we met, he looks at me like he’s actually losing his temper…with me. He leans closer and puts his lips close to my ear. “Trust me when I tell you, it’s not your scene. Go home,” he whispers. He sends me a look laden with warning and walks away, blending into the crowd.

Tahoe and Callan stare at me, speechless. “That’s a first,” Tahoe mumbles and heads away.

I feel myself burn in humiliation and confusion. Worse is that, when I go outside, the same man who drove us around the day before walks over to me.

“Miss Livingston, a pleasure to drive you,” he says, hanging up his phone as if Saint just called him. He is a huge man, with a bald head, an earpiece, and no expression. A second later, he’s opening the car door of the Rolls for me.

Seriously?

Did Saint call him just now and ask him to escort me home?

Aware of people staring and seeing me being led to Saint’s car, I climb into the back of the car and I murmur my thanks simply because it’s not this man’s fault.

The car smells new and expensive and, like him. A bottle of wine and water bottles ride with me. There’s music in the background and the temperature is just right. The perfect luxury of it all tempts me to run my hands down my dress and look down at myself in confusion. What is wrong with me?

I feel as if he pulled the rug from under me and reminded me what I’m up against. The top of the species. Somebody ruthless.

I can’t take the heat in the back of my ears and on my cheeks. I sag on the backseat and set my forehead on the window. Focus, Livingston! Exhaling, I grab my phone and try to write down all the details about what I saw, but I can’t right now. I just can’t do anything but ride here, in his car, wondering why I feel so vulnerable.

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Meet Malcolm Saint!

“Ruthless, they say. A complete manwhore, they say. And so ambitious he’d put Midas to shame. Oh yeah. They say Saint won’t rest until he owns the world.”

Pre-order links:

http://www.katyevans.net/books/manwhore/

Are you guys ready to meet this wicked sexy man?

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New blurb!

I’m so excited that Manwhore officially had its first reader and it was none other than the amazing Sylvia Day! Guys, not only did Sylvia spend her days (and nights!) with Manwhore but she wrote this shiny, sparkly blurb to share with you all:

“Meet your new addiction. A sizzling, decadent, tender love story that kept me up all night. I call dibs on Saint!”

I’ve admired Sylvia Day for so very long. The first book I read of hers was THE STRANGER I MARRIED and I was blown away. So blown away I devoured her backlist and have continued to relate, obsess, enjoy, and love her characters and pages from that moment onward.

I can’t be happier to have had the opportunity to share my new (and very dear to my heart) baby with her, and very soon with YOU!

So are you guys ready to meet Malcolm Saint now? :d

#ManwhoreMarch

Pre-order links:

Kindle

Amazon 

iBooks

Nook

Barnes and Noble

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Add to your Goodreads shelf: http://bit.ly/17qrZB2

 

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New series!!

Dear Readers,

I am super excited to be introducing you to my new series today. A series that has taken me on such an exciting journey, I’m so very glad it’s only the beginning!

It was on a trip to Chicago that I first met my hero. He was on a social media page that made the news, and the sight of him startled me. There he was. This ostentatious young billionaire, dark-haired, bare-chested and beautiful, surrounded by half-naked groupies, with more than a million online followers. By the time I returned home a week later, I was still haunted by the look in his eyes. He was a mystery that I simply had to unravel, and when he started appearing in my dreams, I set out to do just that.

His name is Malcolm Saint. As I sat down to get to know this “manwhore,” I fell so hard and so irrevocably in love with him. And, now, I hope you will too. This is the first book in the Manwhore series and I hope you’re ready to catch fire!

Katy

MANWHORE
book #1 of ‘the manwhore series’
March 24

Is it possible to expose Chicago’s hottest player—without getting played?

This is the story I’ve been waiting for all my life, and its name is Malcolm Kyle Preston Logan Saint. Don’t be fooled by that last name though. There’s nothing holy about the man except the hell his parties raise. The hottest entrepreneur Chicago has ever known, he’s a man’s man with too much money to spend and too many women vying for his attention.

Mysterious. Privileged. Legendary. His entire life he’s been surrounded by the press as they dig for tidbits to see if his fairytale life is for real or all mirrors and social media lies. Since he hit the scene, his secrets have been his and his alone to keep. And that’s where I come in.

Assigned to investigate Saint and reveal his elusive personality, I’m determined to make him the story that will change my career.

But I never imagined he would change my life. Bit by bit, I start to wonder if I’m the one discovering him…or if he’s uncovering me.

What happens when the man they call Saint, makes you want to sin?

Pre-order links:

Amazon

iBooks

Barnes and Noble

BAM

Google Play

Add to your Goodreads shelf HERE.

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Happy 2015!

Hey readers!

Happy 2015! I’m super excited about what’s coming up this year. A new series that I CANNOT WAIT to tell you all about, another Real series book, and lots of fun, games, and giveaways in store. I just wanted to tell you how grateful I am to share my work with you, and I can’t wait for you to join me on the journey of this new series with me!

Happy 2015!! :D

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Happy Holidays

Happy Holidays!

 

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Ripped tour stops

Thank you to AToMR and the bloggers below for helping and participating in the RIPPED blog tour. I hope you all enjoy.

TOUR SCHEDULE

December 9th:

A Bookish Escape
Agents of Romance
Always YA at Heart
Besties & Books
Biblio Belles
Book Angel Booktopia
Book Bumblings
Bookbesties
Jacqueline’s Reads
Booklovers For Life
Britt’s Book & Life Blog
Carver’s Book Cravings
Collector of book boyfriends
Confessions of a Y.A. and N.A. Book Addict
Crazy, Chaotic Book Babes
Fangirl Moments and My Two Cents
Feeding My Addiction Book Reviews
FMR Book Grind
Four Brits and a Book
GeekUndercover
Heroes and Heartbreakers
Holly’s Hot Reads
In My Secret -Book- World
iScream Books
Judging Books By Their Covers
Kawehi’s Book Blog
Kindle Crack Book Reviews
Lite-rate-ture
Love N. Books
Luscious literature
Maine Book Momma
Musings of the Book-a-holic Fairies, inc.
mustreadbooksordie
My Book Affair
My Book Filled Life
Nancy reading
NWA Gossip Girl
Obsessed by Books
Read This Hear That
Reality Bites! Let’s Get Lost!
Renee Entress’s Blog
Resch Reads and Reviews
Reviews by Tammy & Kim
Sassy Divas Book Blog
Short and Sassy Book Blurbs
Sizzling Pages Romance Reviews
Smart & Savvy with Stephanie
Summer’s Book Blog
The Book Bellas
The Book Hoarders
The Hopeless Romantics Book Blog
The Romance Cover
The Whispering Pages Book Blog
Three Girls and a Book Obsession
TSK TSK What to Read
Two Unruly Girls
Vera is Reading
We Love Kink
Wolfel’s World of Books

December 10th:

2 Book Lovers Reviews
6 feet under books
Abigail Books Addiction
Becky’s Book Blog
Book Bitches Blog
Books and Fandom
Books Unhinged
Breaking Hearts
chicks controlled by books
Desert Divas Book Addiction
Imagine a World
In My Room Reading
InkBerry Books
Insightful Minds Reviews
KT BookReviews
Love Affair with an e-Reader
Same Book, Different Review
She Hearts Books
Shh Moms Reading
The Book Blog
Travels n Reads
Bookish Temptations

December 11th:

Bookish Temptations
Books Need TLC
Crazy Four Books
Island Lovelies Book club
Liezel’s Book Blog
Lovin’ Los Libros
SAS’N Book Reviews and Ramblings
The Boyfriend Bookmark
Wild Wordy Women
Written Revelry

December 12th:

Beauties and The Book / Just One More Romance Book Blog
BL
Books Books Books
bookwhoreasaurus
Bridger Bitches Book Blog
Cynthia Whitfield
Diane’s Book Blog
Diva Discussions Book Club
Entrelazando Libros
Jezabell Girl and Friends
Kristi’s Book Cellar
LeAnn’s Book Reviews
Literati Book Reviews
MI BOOKSHELF
Musings From An Addicted Reader
Three Chicks and Their Books
Turn the Page

December 13th:

Ali’ Reviews and More
Book Boyfriend Reviews
Books to Breathe
Foxy Blogs
Live Read and Breathe
My Heaven on Earth
Naughty Book Snitch
Naughty Book Snitch
Once Upon a Book Blog
Sam’s Book Basket

December 15th:

Book Crush
Book Freak
Book Reader Chronicles
Book Tease by RMG and Literary Lovers Book Blog
Friends Till The End Book Blog
Krista’s Dust Jacket
Literati Literature Lovers
Nette’s Bookshelf Reviews
Nomi’s Paranormal Palace
Sassy Mum Book Blog
Schmexy Girl Book Blog
StarAngels Reviews
The Fairest of All Book Reviews
The Reading Cafe
Vera is Reading
We Fancy Books

December 16th:

A Life Bound By Books
About That Story
Cocktails and Book
Proserpine Craving Books
Tyhada Reads

December 17th:

2 Girls Book: An Asian & White Chick Walk into a Book Blog
Books, Booze and Beyond
Donnie Darko Girl
The Book Hookup
The Lovely Pages Reviews
The Pleasure of Reading Today

December 18th:

Nose Stuck in a Book
December 19th:
Bare Naked Words
Book Chick
Nightstand Novels
StuckInBooks
those naughty girls book club
True Story Book Blog
December 20th:
A Diary Of A Book Addict
A Tale of Many Reviews
After Dark Book Lovers
books are live
BOOKS,CHOCOLATE AND LIPGLOSS
Hot Guys in Books
Just Booked
Naughty Book Eden
Passionate Page Turner
Sammie’s Book Blog
Tattooed Book Review
The Book Avenue
The Book Enthusiast
The Danish Bookaholic
Mama’s Dirty Little Reads

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RIPPED SEXY EXCERPTS

Hey readers!

Would you like a whole lot of two sexy RIPPED excerpts while we wait for December 9th? POPSUGAR has just the candy for you…take your pick.

The PG13 excerpt?
Or the X-rated one?
Better yet, both.
READ NOW…

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Ripped teaser 3

One month for RIPPED!

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REAL FLASH SALE

So! Today there’s a flash sale online and REAL is at $1.99!

I’m celebrating with an excerpt, remembering and loving our blue-eyed dimpled fighter all over again.

REAL

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He comes into the room carried on the shoulders of four guys. My heart stutters. He’s got this big smile on his face, cocky Remy to the tenth power, high on his wins, and the women scream, high on him. “Remy! Remyyyy!”

“That’s right, who’s the man?” he shouts, and pounds his fists on his chest. I laugh, completely sucked in, mesmerized and enchanted by him. The aura he emanates makes him blaze like a sun tonight. If right now he says he can fly, I think we’d all believe him. Everyone present seems magnetized by him, helplessly gravitating to where he is. He spots me, and his smile softens and his eyes alight with a strange, hungry, and somehow glowing look. “Brooke.”

He hops down to his feet and beckons me forward, and the crowd parts to let me pass. He smiles at me, and his dancing blue eyes hold mine as he slowly walks forward and meets me halfway. He lifts me in his powerful arms and swings me around, and then he kisses me.

The instant he takes my lips, fireworks shoot off in my body.

All the pent-up desire of days and weeks adds up to this one moment when everything that I am, and everything that I want, is narrowed down to this. To me, pulling Remington Tate’s dark head closer to mine as I open my mouth and let him give me anything and everything he wants to.

His kiss spins my stomach into a wild swirl. He holds me tightly by the hips and deftly moves his lips as he rubs his tongue to mine. A rumble vibrates deep in his core as he gathers me closer and forces me to feel his erection, all while he angles his head and fucks my mouth like there’s no tomorrow.

People whoot loudly nearby, and when they tell him to “Go fuck that pussy!” Remy tears free. He breathes harshly through his nose as he drags his mouth to my ear, where he whispers, hot and gruff, “You’re mine tonight.”

A fevered moan escapes me. He cups my face in those big hands that make me feel fragile and tiny, and he hungrily recaptures my mouth. He takes it slowly this time, as if I’m precious and valuable. “Tonight you’re mine.”

He looks into my face again, his eyes seething with desire. I think I just nodded in agreement, but I’m too shaky to know for sure. A sweltering fever runs unleashed through me. My legs won’t stop trembling as every one of my cells scream in lust because I want him now. I want him now.

“Remy, I want you, take me!” a woman shouts, but he ignores her, ignores everything. But me.

His eyes dark and intent, he scrapes the sides of my face with the pads of his big, callused thumbs, then spreads his fingers wide over my scalp as he kisses me again, our mouths hot and wet as they blend, thirsty and anxious. I grip the soft gray of the t-shirt he wears in my fists, dying with sensations. I don’t even care who’s watching, am oblivious to the crude things they’re whistling. I hadn’t realized how much I want this, need this, until these shivers ripple through me and I’m in a flux under his insistent sexy mouth, the look in his eyes that makes me feel like I’m the only woman alive to him.

“Take her to your room, Tate!” someone yells. But he seems engrossed only in me, and me in him.

Holding me protectively in his strong arms, he brushes my hair back as his lips buzz along the bare curve between my neck and collar, his fingers sliding up my neck as he once again, like a chant, nuzzles my ear and tells me, “Mine. Tonight.”

“So are you.” I cup his jaw and search his darkened gaze when, suddenly, he’s plucked by four men who swiftly swing him up in the air once more.

“Remy, Remy…” they chant, bouncing him in unison. Laughter fills me, and bubbles of happiness pop inside my chest. I’m happy for me. For him. For this night.

Nearby, Pete and Riley watch the scene with faces so bleak and pinched, it feels like they’re burying a cadaver tonight.

“Have fun, guys!” I say laughingly as I approach. Very possibly both my grandfathers party better than these two. But they just shake their heads and keep looking positively glum.

“He’s getting speedy,” Pete mutters, mostly to Riley.

“I know, man. Shit.”

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