My Thoughts
First I just have to say how much I have loved this series. I fell head over heart for Remy and Brooke from the very first page of the first book and then soon fell for those they had surrounding them. I couldn't wait to read Reese's story, but was super sad that this would be the last book in the series. Hard to let go of people who have captured your attention as well as your heart through the words of an incredible writer who invited you into their world. Legend was a worthy finale to the series. I absolutely loved Maverick and Reese. Theirs in an intensely passionate love story that so reminded me of Remy and Brooke's. I so enjoyed their story.
I give Legend 5 hearts!
About the Book
First I just have to say how much I have loved this series. I fell head over heart for Remy and Brooke from the very first page of the first book and then soon fell for those they had surrounding them. I couldn't wait to read Reese's story, but was super sad that this would be the last book in the series. Hard to let go of people who have captured your attention as well as your heart through the words of an incredible writer who invited you into their world. Legend was a worthy finale to the series. I absolutely loved Maverick and Reese. Theirs in an intensely passionate love story that so reminded me of Remy and Brooke's. I so enjoyed their story.
I give Legend 5 hearts!
About the Book
Maverick “the Avenger” Cage wants to rise to the top and
become a legend in the ring. Though he keeps his identity well guarded, he's
known on the fighting circuit as the new kid with a chip on his shoulder and a
tattoo on his back that marks him as trouble. He's got a personal score to
settle with the Underground's one and only Remington "Riptide" Tate.
As Mav trains, he meets a young girl—the only other new
person in the town--and sparks fly. When things get heated between them, he
finds out she's none other than Reese Dumas, the cousin of Remington Tate’s
wife. A girl who's supposed to root against him and a girl he's supposed to
stay away from.
But Maverick fights for the woman in his heart, and the
monsters in his blood. The world’s eyes are on them and the victor will go down
in history as the ultimate fighting champion; the ultimate LEGEND.
* LEGEND is the 6th and final installment of the REAL
series, but it can also be read as standalone or after the three Remington and
Brooke books (Real/Mine/Remy.)
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Excerpt
It’s midweek already, and I’m halfway through my workout
when I get a text from Brooke:
Hey! Huge line at the Underground registration, might pick
up lunch on our way back home. Don’t wait for us - lunch home w/Diane
Me: Got it ☺
Will take Racer to park and meet you home ltr
I set my phone aside and scan the gym again. Some
otherworldly impulse has me walking past the weights section. I cross the
treadmills, bicycles, toward the mats at the end and the boxing bags. I scan
the area where Maverick always works out. There are several guys at the bags
now. None of them are as big, or mysterious. Or hot.
He’s gone.
Disappointment washes over me. I wait a bit, checking the
time. Five minutes to leave for Racer.
Reese, you’re acting stupid.
“You’re looking for your friend? The one you come in with?”
“I . . . ah . . . yeah.”
“He hasn’t come in.”
“Right. Thanks.”
I head to pick up Racer from day care, meet Pete there with
the stroller and our snacks, then sit Racer inside and push him to the park.
There’s this spot I like under the shadow of a tree. I head there. “How was day
care, Racer?”
“Okay.”
He’s scanning the park for dogs, I know.
“This is nice, isn’t it?”
I pull out his fruit bears and open them. He dives in.
“Racer, I ran extra hard today and I’m suddenly hungry. If I
tell you an extra story tonight, would you give me one of your fruit bears?”
“Two stowies,” he negotiates.
“Okay, two stories, for two bears?” I shoot back.
He hesitates, then nods and lets me pull out two bears,
examining my hand thoroughly. I let him open my palm.
“See? Two?”
He grins a dimpled grin that I could eat up, and then
continues eating.
I shove them in my mouth and start to set up my blanket and
stop in my tracks when I spot the figure doing pull-ups on the tree.
His T-shirt is riding upward due to the lifted position of
his arms, and I can see the concrete-like squares of his abs perfectly.
His extraordinary eyes blaze and glow when he spots me a few
feet away, not far from the tree. He drops himself to the ground, lithe as a
cat and surprisingly quiet, and as he stretches to his feet from the crouched
position he landed in, his eyes are direct and interested and warm. No, not
warm. More.
There’s a flip in my stomach when his lips curl a little. He
ambles over and I have the oddest sensation that he was waiting for me. But . .
. was he?
“Maverick.”
“Mavewick!” Racer repeats, and puts out his fist.
He bumps fists with Racer. “Dude. Cool cap.”
He taps Racer’s Yankees baseball cap. Then his eyes lift to
meet mine.
My stomach feels unsettled, but it’s not from hunger, more
like from nerves or something like . . . anticipation.
“Didn’t see you at the gym today,” I say.
He shakes his head. “I talked to Oz.”
“You did?”
He gives me this quiet, perfect smile and simply nods.
“That’s great.”
“Yeah.”
We smile for the most delicious few seconds.
“So you’re fighting during the inaugural?” I ask excitedly.
He pulls out a page from his back jeans pocket. “That’s me.”
I take and scan the page. It indicates his accepting the
Underground terms and rules of engagement, states his coach’s name, and then
his name. A dangerous little chill runs down my spine when I read:
Maverick “the Avenger” Cage
And Maverick “the Avenger” Cage is watching me read this
paper, studying my reaction.
My palms are sweaty all of a sudden. “Well . . . wow.”
My stomach is quaking upon seeing his name, I don’t know
why. Maverick Cage. His name is a conundrum. Maverick means “rebel,” and cage .
. . But it looks like this maverick is coming out of his cage.
He tucks the page back into his jeans. “I had to tell
someone.”
“And you came to tell me?” If I sound bewildered, it’s
because I am.
He stares into me, a liquid look coming to his eyes. “It
wouldn’t be happening if it weren’t for you.”
“That’s totally not true.”
He glances down at the stroller. “I wouldn’t forgive myself
if I didn’t tell my buddy here.” He fist-bumps Racer again and Racer giggles at
the attention.
“Mom and Dad are busy, so I get to keep him for an extra
while,” I tell Maverick.
He stares at me. He has a very stubborn, arrogant face, but
when he smiles, pleasure softens his granitelike features. And he’s smiling
right now. Dear me. “So he’s not yours,” he says.
“God, no. I wish!”
I can’t think straight when he looks at me. I feel naked. As
if he knows that I’ve missed him. As if he knows that just looking at him makes
me feel odd. Odd and oddly sensual inside. Responding to him.
I open my blanket and bend over to smooth it on the ground.
Then I realize my butt is sticking out, the Himalayas of butts out there for
him to see. In tight exercise gear. Fuck.
He kneels on his haunches at the edges of the blanket and
opens his hand. “Share the blanket with me?”
His knuckles are still scarred. I can’t decide why I keep
looking at them. I get a gut squeeze of empathy every time I see the bruises.
His hands are huge. He plants them on the blanket, then shifts to lean back on
his arms, stretching out his legs before him. Other couples are nearby on
blankets. It feels intimate when I set my stuff down, and I feel myself go hot
when I sense him watching me settle down next to it.
He spreads out just a little more and squints up at the
tree, then looks at me in silence.
I search the picnic bag. “Want some . . . kid food? Or I’ve
got . . .” I pull out my emergency Snickers bar, which I’m proud not to have
touched yet, and I hand it over. “Plus one water and a drinking cup with a
lid.”
I pass the drinking cup to Racer and hand Maverick the
water. He takes it. “I’m good.” He opens the water bottle and hands it to me.
I shake my head. I’m not hungry, really. Or thirsty. My
stomach feels full of butterflies again and it makes no sense, since I don’t
even know him.
He shifts up higher on his arms, the flex of his torsal
muscles visible through the cotton of his shirt.
“I almost thought you’d arrived to the gym and got yourself
kicked out,” I try.
“Not yet. There’s still tomorrow.” He smirks.
And there’s a tinge of merriment in his eyes.
“Wee, and the ducks?”
I jerk my attention back to Racer and my pending business
with him. “Right. I promised we’d feed the ducks today.” I quickly pack our
stuff and then push the stroller toward the lake. He walks beside me.
I feel him watching me as I stop at the dispenser to fill up
a cup of duck food.
“Mavewick, get me out,” Racer commands.
Maverick sweeps him up and sets him on his feet.
“Don’t go in the water, Racer, just stay on the edge, and
don’t let them bite your finger. Do it like this. . . .” I show him how to cup
his hand. “Or throw it in the water and watch them pick at it.”
He nods and starts throwing all over, sending the ducks
after the nibbles.
I sit on the ground, the scent of damp grass surrounding us
as Maverick sits beside me.
“Hey, I want to do something for you.”
“What?”
I can’t remember how to breathe.
I give him a moment to explain, but he’s not helping me out,
only smiling. His face is open, friendly, his smile captivating. But his eyes
are guarded, careful. I try to keep my voice indifferent.
“You mean for the gym?” I ask, a puzzled frown on my face.
He nods. “For that. And Oz.”
“Oh.” I shake my head, laughing softly. “It’s nothing,
really.”
When he looks at me, he looks curious, and unsatisfied
somehow. But a genuinely appreciative smile touches his eyes. “Trust me. It’s
not nothing. It’s something, and I appreciate it.”
His open gratitude makes me so warm. He makes me feel
impulsive.
“I’m in a healthy-living boot camp this summer. You’re
meeting the new Reese,” I hear myself blurt out.
Wow. Did I just spew it out like that?
I’m so desperate for him to share bits of himself that I’m
just totally baring myself to him without his even asking. Thank god he takes
it in stride with an attractive little dance in his eyes.
“What was the old one like?” he asks easily.
I shrug and shake my head, not really wanting to get into
that.
When he does nothing to fill the silence that settles
between us, it leaves me with nothing to do but look up at him. I lift my
lashes, and he’s staring at me with a look of total intrigue in his eyes. Wisps
of hair tease my face, and I push them away, feeling really restless under that
stare.
“Help me kick my own ass, and we’ll call it even,” I
suddenly suggest.
He shakes his head with playful stubbornness. “We’re not
even. I still owe you.” His eyes grow thoughtful, and he reaches into his
pocket and extracts something. “Open your palm.”
He looks so intense that I open my palm and watch him drop
something in it. “What’s this?”
“My IOU.”
I stare at the penny in my palm, then look up at him in
confusion.
His voice sounds a little more harsh and textured all of a
sudden. “I don’t have a lot right now, but I got this.”
“For a rainy day?” I ask.
“For any day.”
Real
(Book One)
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Mine
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Remy
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Rogue
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About the Author
Hey! I’m Katy Evans and I love family, books, life, and
love. I’m married with two children and three dogs and spend my time baking,
walking, writing, reading, and taking care of my family. Thank you for spending
your time with me and picking up my story. I hope you had an amazing time with
it, like I did. If you’d like to know more about books in progress, look me up
on the Internet, I’d love to hear from you!
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