Saturday, September 30, 2017

Blog Tour: Racer by Katy Evans


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.

Racer Amazon.jpg4 Stars
Review by Lisa Kane

“Every wave is worth it because one wave doesn’t reflect the whole ocean.”

Lana Heyworth Is struggling to find a racer for her family’s Formula team. HW Racing Team is  barely making ends meet and their glory days of Formula racing seem to be behind them. But Lana is determined to find The racer, the one that will save their business. 

Racer Tate is the hottest thing in street racing this country has ever seen. When Lana and Racer meet-well let’s just say Tate has no self-esteem issues. There just may have been a little collision that is par for the course for Lana’s driving. She literally crashes into Tate’s life. 

“You little witch, you crashed my single party.”

Tate isn’t one to let an opportunity get by him-he just needs to convince her that his mad street racing skills can make a smooth transition to the racetrack circuit. 

Taking a chance on Race to be the one to save the company seems fool hardy. But Lana’s faith in his talents –both on and off the track- lead her to give him a chance. Racer can’t explain his feelings for Lana-it seemed pretty much from the first time he set eyes on her that he knew she was the one for him. Lana is much more reserved-she’s loved and lost and isn’t about to throw her heart away. 

She’s worried about me. I know. She’s lost love once-and though I know she knows we wouldn’t have found each other otherwise, it hurts her and it hurts me to know she fears losing me too. 

No story about Racer Tate would be complete without mentioning his father Remington. He doesn’t fight anymore and is still married to the love of his life. He makes a few appearances in this book, enough to remind us why we fell in love with him all those years ago. 

“Almost thirty years together. My dad’s in his early fifties. Never looked at another woman after he met my mom.”

Racer may be tearing up the race track and blowing away the competition but he has a weakness. Lana may be the one he believes is the girl for him, but will she stay the course when life and secrets threaten to destroy what he is working so hard to build?

“No one can break your heart as hard as I’ll be able to break it. No one could possibly ruin your life the way I can.”

Racer has a tendency to be a little over the top with his alpha tendencies; he is truly his father’s son. 

“He wants what’s mine!” he growls. 

I have to admit, I wish he would tone done the cave man attitude a bit. But just like Brooke before her, Lana seems to thrive on it. Will Racer and Lana be able to capture lightning in a bottle like Brooke and Remy? 

I never thought something so perfect, so lovely, and so damned sweet could ever be mine. Could ever love me like she does, accept me as I am, want me back.


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.


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