Racer by Katy Evans
Publication Date: September 28th, 2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Racer, an all-new standalone in the Real Series from New York Times bestselling author Katy Evans is LIVE!
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.
Caroline's Review
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
This novel was a high-octane, adrenaline rush of a read!
"His eyes have a gleam that makes me feel as if he wants to devour me. They're irresistible, raw, intense and challenging, completely animal and fiery."
The Heyworth F1 racing team are in desperate need of a talented pilot for their cars. Lana is determined to find someone worthy and who can bring it home for them. She never expects to meet Racer Tate - illegal street racer, with a ripped body, and eyes as blue and deep as the ocean. She's never been affected by any guy the way he affects her.
"From the moment I saw her I wanted to claim, conquer, and own."
When Racer meets Lana for the first, he knows that she's The One - the girl that he's going to marry. When she offers him a dream opportunity, life couldn't even begin to look any better.
"I'm trapped - helplessly and totally - in Racer Tate's irresistible fire."
God, this book was fast-paced, incredibly sexy, and also totally plucked at my heartstrings.
Racer is intense, cocky and focused. He's focused on driving and on Lana. He wants her so desperately and so completely. Lana is scared to love, and is petrified by how Racer makes her feel. I loved their rapport, their chemistry and their banter. I loved Racer's recklessness and his guts. I adored Lana's influence on him and her commitment to him.
It was such an exciting, hot read - a total rush - with moments of sweet, heartfelt tenderness. Loved it!
Excerpt:
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.
Oh god.
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.”
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About the Author:
Katy Evans is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author. Her debut REAL shot to the top of the bestselling lists in 2013 and since then 9 of her titles have been New York Times bestsellers. Her books have been translated into nearly a dozen languages across the world.
Connect with the Author:
Email: katyevansauthor@gmail.com
Twitter @authorkatyevans
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