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Katy Evans had me on the edge of my seat through the whole story. What a rare gift for an author to be able to actually wrap your arms around your readers and hold them. Katy Evans does just that. Let him tell you in his own words. The sexual tension was incredible.

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Renegade, with savagery, and unpredictable, such as one who deviates from the norm; example, a rogue cop. Or maybe even a rogue prince charming.

I pull out and grab a handful of bedsheets, toss them over to her, and she moans in protest over being without my dick anymore. The first to materialize in my door is Derek. What can I say? I jump into my jeans.

I spin them to face the door as I watch the rest of the men shuffle in. Seven of them, plus the two squirming in my hold. The nine-member squad composes the Underground enforcing committee led by my father—every man here with a different level of skills. None, not a single one of them, as skilled as I.

Eric is stern, silent, and dangerous. He taught me to survive. To take my circumstances and thrive. Because of him, I grew smarter, stronger, meaner. I learned whatever there was to learn, multiplied by the billionth power. The power of kill or be killed. Ever heard of insurances, boy? People who have insurances rarely use them. See that arrow? Use it.

See that knife? Wield it, fling it, learn how to use the least amount of effort to do the most amount of damage. My entire mind is a computer programmed to think the worst of a situation, all in less than a second. Right now, I know for a fact all these men are armed. Some of them carry two weapons, under their socks, at the small of their backs, or in the front flaps of their jackets. Eric watches my eyes scan each and every one of them, and he smiles, clearly proud of me.

He opens his jacket and looks down at the gun on his hip. Here you go, Grey. I let go of the two men in my grasp when I sense Wyatt is about two seconds from passing out. I pull them back, then with a shove send them smashing against the wall. Eric looks around my bedroom. My apartment is perfectly clean. I have a reputation and I like hearing a pin drop.

With that fucking face, you can get a goddess, Grey. Money I can give. Money and cock, both of which I have in abundance. I grab the dress on the floor and toss it to the whore. She makes a big show out of rolling them into her bra, and the men part to let her pass, some of them whistling while she flips them off. Eric comes closer to me and lowers his voice.

He needs to pass on the reins to his son.

No more killing. All the businesses are strictly financial now. The Underground is quite a successful enterprise, and he wants to officially pass it on to his son. My Glock, a Ka-Bar, two smaller knives, two silver stars.

No thanks. One of them cuts the center of his palm. Soon they all follow. Blood starts dripping on my floor. Eric ducks his head and slices his own palm. Morphine makes him delusional.

We need you back, Greyson. My mother. The only good I remember. Right in front of her, I lost my humanity and let my mother see that her son had turned into an animal. A laptop. More weapons. My father taught me to be crooked. Guess I learned from the best. The other men come over and shake hands with me. I search their eyes and make sure they meet my stare. But I do that too. I trust no one. My right hand does not trust my left. He and my friend C. Hamilton—but C. I trust him as far as I could ever trust a human being.

Which still means I interrogate the crap out of him every time he comes in. The Underground is our livelihood. A place where fighters square off against each other every season, two or three times a week.

We organize events, sell tickets, program the fights in warehouses, bars, parking lots—wherever we can get the people in and get a good deal. The tickets alone make us a fortune. But the gambling on the side makes us ten times more. Everything from the organizing, to the fights, to the gambling. I head down with Eric as the fights are under way, my eyes scanning the crowd, gauging the number of spectators, the location of security cameras, the exits.

We access a small dark hallway and then stop at the final door before Eric jerks it open.

Rogue (Real, #4) by Katy Evans

I check the room for the exits, windows, the number of people. One would think my mere presence offends you. Even weak and in a wheelchair, I will never underestimate the damage my father can do. I bet you still turn tires for fun and do a couple of cunts in your sleep. Hell, you know what I do if a single penny is stolen from me. I could smash your oxygen tank right now and take care of you nicely.

He glares at me for a quiet moment. I calmly slip my hand into my other leather glove. But I need your head and heart in this. I AM my job. We survey each other. I can see the respect in his eyes, even, maybe, a little fear. Not even the fighters know who you are. Zero trace. You do that, Greyson, and the Underground is yours.

Because I have zero identity, and leave zero traces. I run through cell phones like I run through socks. I am a nothing, a number, not even human.

And you want to see her. Now get changed, and work your way down the list. But I want to find my mother. If I have to kill to find her, I will. Expectation hums in the air as warm bodies jostle, my body straining in between the other dancers.

I can feel the fun around us spinning like whirlwinds at my sides, intoxicating me. The brush of damp fabric only causes my nipples to poke into the silk and draw several discerning male eyes in my direction. A guy approaches.

The guy wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me closer. Somewhere else? Do I want to dance with him? Not sexy, but cute. Sober, cute is no way, Jose. But drunk, cute is completely doable. I try to find the answer in my body. A tingle. Katy Evans - Real 04 - Rogue Dokument: pdf 1. A scorching debut. Evans for taking writing to a whole new level.

Rogue (Real #4) by Katy Evans

She makes you FEEL every single word you read. Katy Evans had me on the edge of my seat through the whole story. What a rare gift for an author to be able to actually wrap your arms around your readers and hold them. Katy Evans does just that. Let him tell you in his own words. The sexual tension was incredible. A scoundrel. Renegade, with sav- agery, and unpredictable, such as one who deviates from the norm; ex- ample, a rogue cop. Or maybe even a rogue prince charming. I pull out and grab a handful of bedsheets, toss them over to her, and she moans in protest over being without my dick anymore.

What can I say? I jump into my jeans. I spin them to face the door as I watch the rest of the men shuffle in. Seven of them, plus the two squirming in my hold. The nine-mem- ber squad composes the Underground enforcing committee led by my father—every man here with a different level of skills.

None, not a single one of them, as skilled as I. Eric is stern, silent, and dangerous. He taught me to survive. To take my circumstances and thrive. Because of him, I grew smarter, stronger, meaner.

I learned whatever there was to learn, multiplied by the billionth power. The power of kill or be killed. Ever heard of insurances, boy?

People who have insurances rarely use them. See that arrow? Use it. See that knife? My entire mind is a computer pro- grammed to think the worst of a situation, all in less than a second. Right now, I know for a fact all these men are armed. All the time Underground cut off his freedom to live and experience life, and being with Melanie makes him feel relaxed, free, and hopeful.

The likable characters are a bonus but there are still plot holes present, though not important enough to break the book flow. Usually I can overlook both facts if the story is good, but in this case, the story is pretty mediocre. Sadly, that was not the case here.

Using CAPS too many times for emphasis is just overkill and every time I saw a word or phrase, or an entire sentence all capitalized I wanted to tear my hair out. To me, this is bad and lazy storytelling.

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