Holy shit balls! I JUST finished reading Real and am in that place between the euphoria of finding a great book and the purgatory of never being able to read it again for the first time.
Brooke Dumas is a wounded former Olympic hopeful forging a new life for herself. Remington Tate (how sexy is that name?) is a boxer who fights in the underground circuit. From the moment he sees Brooke watching in the crowd he knows he has to have her. Coming face-to-face with the much adored boxer is almost more than Brooke can handle. She has never known anyone like him and from the first meeting she wants him. The way a woman wants a man. Bad! Remy hires Brooke to travel with them as his preventative rehab therapist. Sparks fly and Brooke quickly realizes that there is more to Remy than his looks. Something dark. She falls hard and when she finds out Remy's secret she must decide if she is willing to fight to keep him.
While this book is filled with all the things we love: a hot sexy troubled male, a beautiful desired female, an obstacle to overcome, and a tumultuous relationship path it is not pretty. It is rough and gritty and tackles serious subject matter. It's not a fairytale. This is real!
Great news! The sequel to Real called Mine should be arriving sometime this year. I can't wait to read more about Remy & Brooke.