Also by this author: Legend (Real, #6)
Racer (Real, #7) by Katy Evans
Published by Indie on September 2, 2017
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
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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.
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.”
Let me just get this out of the way. I read the blurb for Racer. I was dying to get my hands on it because it’s the Real Series and it’s Katy Evans. Beyond that, I didn’t look into it anymore. So here I am, reading along, all immersed into the book and we find out Racer’s last name. Tate. (Even though it is in the blurb) Should have rang some bells, right? I mean it is the Real Series after all. Did my mind make that connection? NOPE. And then during a banter session with Racer and his Dad, the name Remy comes out. OMG. I’m a freaking idiot. HOW DID I MISS THAT CONNECTION? Where have I been and where was my brain? Of course, having Remy back in my world squeezed my heart but Racer was holding his own and he proved to be just as great.
Racer is so much like his father but he’s bottled in just a different way. Instead of fighting like his Dad, his heart and soul lives for racing. Street racing has been his thing but since it’s illegal, he’s had to calm it down. Just a little bit. But then a green eyed beauty shows up at the Indy race track and his future was handed to him. He’s just been offered to race professionally for Formula 1 by none other than the beauty that knocked the breath out of him.
It’s clear to him the moment he mets Lana that she’s the one but he has a bit of a secret that he is terrified will keep her away from him and quite possibly hinder his racing gig he has with this new company. Many ways he is struggling but Lana seems to be the one person that can calm him, unlike anyway one else.
I enjoyed the banter between Lana and Racer and it was clear from the start that they were destined to be with each other. I get why Lana would try to resist but come on, it’s Racer. He’s basically a young Remy. NO ONE can resist that. I mean he just has this confidence about him and he screams sex appeal. But the thing I loved the most was his vulnerability. When he finally let’s Lana in completely, it’s scary yet hopeful and in that moment, he’s stronger than he has ever been before.
Overall, I really enjoyed this book. We get the thrill of the high in both racing and love. Who could ask for me? Thank you, Ms. Evans for giving us Racer and bringing us a little bit more of Remy.