REAL by katy Evans
Author: Katy Evans
Rating: 2.5 out of 5
Genre: Erotic Romance
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: April 9, 2013
Recommended Reading: AGE 18+
Graphic Language, violence and sexual content
Contains no spoilers
OVERALL THOUGHTS: This was like reading the psychiatric transcripts from some love sick, whiny, co-dependent girl who can’t get enough of some guy she is crushing on who has even bigger issues than her. BIG issues…real issues that make her look like a sniveling, blubbering moron. I would have hated the book, but I loved the boy, so I bumped it up a point and a half. If you are long suffering and like reading pages ad nauseam of corny inner thoughts that aren’t even written well; if you are the girl who just wants to read about really hot sex with a male so alpha, he makes those meathead MMA fighters look like Chihuahua’s, by all means read Real. But in my book, there wasn’t anything real about it.
A fallen boxer.
A woman with a broken dream.
IS HE FOR REAL?
He even makes me forget my name. One night was all it took, and I forgot everything and anything except the sexy fighter in the ring who sets my mind ablaze and my body on fire with wanting… Remington Tate is the strongest, most confusing man I’ve ever met in my life. He’s the star of the dangerous underground fighting circuit, and I’m drawn to him as I’ve never been drawn to anything in my life. I forget who I am, what I want, with just one look from him. When he’s near, I need to remind myself that I am strong–but he is stronger. And now it’s my job to keep his body working like a perfect machine, his taut muscles primed and ready to break the bones of his next opponents . . . But the one he’s most threatening to, now, is me. I want him. I want him without fear. Without reservations. If only I knew for sure what it is that he wants from me?
THE LOWDOWN: Not since Collide have I wanted to strangle a character then locate the writer and ask for my money back. I wanted to like it… I really did and part of it was endearing, but not enough. For literally one half of this book, I was stuck inside the brain of a girl who did everything but sacrifice herself to the god of stupidity to get the guy to sleep with her, look at her, listen to her corny music and swoon. But I knew, as I am sure any rationale non-idiot would be that he wanted to be with her but couldn’t because he was damaged. It was like being duck taped to the only idiot in the room who wasn’t in on the joke. The worst part was I couldn’t smack her or tell her to get a freakin’ life!
It was frustrating to say the least. Luckily there were some good parts, like the male love interest and the fight scenes and it ended… eventually. But it wasn’t the ridiculous soundtrack the writer shoved into my sensory catalogue… The Goo Goo Dolls? Really? This is supposed to be a tough as nails boxer and you put The Goo Goo Dolls on his playlist? Why not put in Nickleback or Taylor Swift while you are at it. That aside, the main event was definitely the hot love interest. He was damaged goods and likely going to be a problem that will never get better, but I liked him because he was actually real. Everything else about this book was far from it.
The peripheral characters, the nemesis’, the whiny girl who loses her chance at the Olympics because she got a sports injury that was blasted all over YouTube (boo-hoo), all of them were less than realistic or even likeable. But there must be something intriguing about it because the online response is mostly positive. Perhaps I am just sick and tired of the same old story, regurgitated for the horny girl masses, with beefcake covers and subpar writing. I get it, you wanted a quick book with graphic sex and a hunky lead, but for me, that ain’t good enough.
FINAL THOUGHTS: Don’t take my word for it, I just hated the female protagonist because she was a driveling idiot who couldn’t tell the difference between a boxing glove and a wristwatch, I thought the writing was mediocre and drafted without any ingenuity… oh and the absence of story for a good half of the book, but what do I know. So buy it and see for yourself, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.