Remington Tate has a bad-boy rep in and out of the ring, a granite-hard body, and a raw, animal power that sends his female fans into a frenzy. But from the moment their eyes lock, the only woman he wants is Brooke Dumas. His desire is pure, all-consuming, and REAL.
Hired to keep his perfect body working like a machine, Brooke finally has the lucrative sports therapy job she’s been dreaming of. But as she tours the dangerous underground fighting circuit with Remy and his team, Brooke’s own body becomes alive with the most primal of hungers. If what happens between Brooke and Remy is ever as light as a flirtation, it quickly becomes an erotic obsession for them both, and promises so much more.
But their white-hot lust has a dark side—and when Remy’s deepest secret comes to light and Brooke’s familial duties demand action, will the pair be able to hang on, or will everything that once seemed so real suddenly fade away like an illusion?
Real is an absolute travesty of a novel. It features the most ridiculous and cringe inducing romance I’ve ever read.
Most romance novels require some suspension of disbelief to a certain extent to truly enjoy the story. Real asks the reader to believe that a young woman is offered a physical therapy job for a famous boxer/fighter in an underground fighting ring after she attended one of his fights. She then embarks on the remaining tour to prevent future injuries. While on tour they fall in lust for each other and thus begins the epic internal thought process of a dog in heat. Opps sorry, the main character Brooke.
Brooke and Remy have about 30 pages of dialogue throughout the whole novel. 30 pages… I got halfway through the book before I realized they never really had a significant conversation. A large portion of this book is Brooke’s internal thoughts about how hot and sexy Remy is and how her “sex clenches” each time he lands a punch or walks into a room. I’m surprised my eyes didn’t fall out of my head because they were rolling so much while reading. I think the author could have filled at least a 100 pages worth of Brooke describing her “sex clenching” or how her “nipples were as hard as diamonds”.
There is absolutely no romance to be found in Real. Brooke and Remy fall in lust and cannot get enough of each other, but Remy refuses to “take” her until he’s satisfied that she’ll be his, as if she’s a possession he can’t bear to be apart from. Remy is alpha male to the extreme. It’s unhealthy and, quite frankly, terrifying.
The most bothersome aspect of this novel is how flippantly the author treated mental illness. Bipolar disorder is not a characteristic to be assigned to get around developing a character. The actions of the characters around him were irresponsible and disgusting, especially considering their previous professions.
Overall, Real is just an awful story with terrible writing that seeps into every aspect of the novel. I will never read anything by Katy Evans again considering her flippant use of mental illness as a misguided characterization tool.