on September 28th, 2017
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A bad boy with something to prove.A woman with a mission.The race of their lives.The love of a lifetime.
I don’t think his parents expected him to live up to his name—Racer Tate—but once he felt the adrenaline rush behind the wheel, he was addicted.
He's the fastest, fiercest driver around.
Scouting new talent brings me to his doorstep...but his smile sends me to my knees.
The sexy, mysterious Racer Tate is not the kind of man a girl like me falls for. He's secretive, reckless, elusive. But his proximity pushes me beyond reason, and his kiss....
This is our last chance to win, and he is our only hope. I'm supposed to watch him—make sure he doesn't get into trouble. But it's an impossible task. And now the one in heart wrenching, toe-curling, soul-crushing trouble is me. Because when your heart belongs to someone, their truths become your own, and their secrets become your salvation...or your curse.
He says he wants me. He says I'm the One. But he also thinks he'll break my heart, one piece at a time until it's gone.
Review + Excerpt: Racer by Katy Evans
Publication Date: September 28th, 2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance
My Thoughts on Racer…
Katy Evans always brings us a sexy steamy story that just sucks me in! She knows how to write an alpha male like nobody’s business and even though they may be a little flawed, you end up falling head over heals in love with them and Racer Tate is no exception! Now I did not read any of the prior books in the Real Series. I started with Ms Evans after those books have been published and I’ve been trying my hardest to get back to read them but time always fails me! Racer is a total swoon worthy read that will make you fall in love! I did! This is told in dual points of views and can be read as a standalone.
Lana works with her brothers and father and run a Formula 1 racing team. With her father falling ill and the team holding on by a thread, she must find a driver that can win some races and put their team back on track. They’ve had only minor success but Lana is determined to find a driver that will put them among the elite teams. She knows her father is not doing well and just wants to make him proud. He’s always dreamed of being top of the leaderboard and she will stop at nothing to make sure that happens.
Enter Racer Tate. He’s known as the top street racer but has no experience in Formula 1. From the moment he meets Lana he knows she’s special. There is something about her that he’s drawn to and will do anything to make her dreams come true.
Can Racer and Lana have a professional and personal relationship? Racer is relentless on pursuing her but Lana knows her focus must be on the team. Racer has been keeping something from Lana and her family for fear of letting them down. What happens when he can no longer keep it hidden? Can Racer win over Lana and the Formula 1 championship? Can he have it all?? You will need to read Racer to find out!! If you love sexy reads this one is for you!
I’m still reeling. While people approach him, he cuts a path straight to me, his gaze penetrating and target-like; making me want to bolt.
His lips do that little upward tilt they do that seems so sexy, and for a second, I feel like I’m lightheaded.
I gulp, and then feel mad at myself for acting like some idiot as fucking devil-Racer Tate reaches me, throws himself into a seat next to me, and turns to look at me expectantly with the most gorgeous grin on his face.
I don’t know what to say.
This guy has left me sort of speechless.
“So … ” I say, staring in the distance at his beat-up mustang, then at him.
“So … ” he says too, in his deep voice, his smile a little more wicked than it was two seconds ago. He glances at my mouth.
Why am I licking my lips?
It only made his eyes narrow and darken.
I open my mouth to speak, failing to find words. He smells like sweat and soap and shampoo, and I feel my traitorous nipples push up to my top again. Why do they do that when he’s around?
“This is illegal,” I state.
His voice is husky from exertion, and his eyes glint with laughter. “That’s why it’s fun.”
I look away from his eyes, trying to focus and clear my head. He leans over and peers into my face, his face shadowed by the moonlight and his jaw now carrying a little scruff. “Are we in agreement?” he presses.
“No.” I glare and shake my head, meeting his cocky gaze. “You’re reckless, Racer.”
“So are you, Alana.”
“It’s just … Lana.”
His brows fly up in surprise. “And a bit of a liar too.”
I purse my lips, still glaring as my gaze goes back to his car. Girls are rubbing against it as if it were him, and I find it disgusting. Why are women always acting so slutty around race car drivers and bad boys?
“You crashed your car,” I say flippantly.
“You crashed my car,” he contradicts, amused.
I laugh, then scowl in his direction. “You crashed it more. I can’t believe you were making such a fuss about me crashing into you when it was just a little kiss—”
He leans in to peck my lips—fast but firmly. “That’s a kiss.”
I lose my breath.
My eyes wide.
He eases back, lips smiling as he comes to his feet and stretches his hand out to take me by the elbow and help me to my feet.
“Let’s get out of here.” He starts walking, leading the way.
“And go where?”
“Anywhere I can get my hands on you.”