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Zusatztext "A strong! intense! sexy young fighter with a chip on his shoulder lies at the center of Evans' latest. Smart! modern storytelling coupled with an engaging plot are the highlights. Reese and Maverick's compelling voices will draw readers in! along with their electrifying chemistry. Fans of Evans' REAL series will not be disappointed." Informationen zum Autor Katy Evans lives with her husband and their two children plus three lazy dogs in south Texas. Some of her favorite pastimes are hiking, reading, baking, and spending time with her friends and family. She is the New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of Manwhore, Manwhore +1, Ms. Manwhore, and The REAL series: REAL, MINE, REMY, ROGUE, RIPPED, and LEGEND. For more information on Katy Evans visit her website KatyEvans.net, and follow her on Facebook and Twitter, @AuthorKatyEvans. Klappentext Can love really conquer all? Book Six in Katy Evans's breakout New York Timesbestselling series that began with REAL. Leseprobe Legend ONE SEATTLE Reese My mother drops me off at the airport. I’m wearing my favorite pair of jeans and my favorite top. For luck, I guess. “You sure you’ll be all right?” “I’m sure.” “Reese.” She stops me before I can get out of the car, taking my hand. “I love you. . . .” “I love you too.” I smile at her. She leans over to hug me, and I close my eyes and cling for an extra beat. She smells of lemons. Like home, like everything I know. “Do you have your passport, ticket confirmation . . . ?” I nod, and hop out and get my suitcase. I turn and wave goodbye to her, a pang of homesickness already hitting me as I watch her drive away. Inhaling, I step into the airport on my own for the first time in my life. Between boarding and flight times, it takes over four hours for me to arrive in Seattle. The plane circled an extra half hour until the rain stopped and we were authorized to land. It’s wet and green. My cousin Brooke meets me outside the terminal. “Reese!” With a tall ponytail, skintight spandex running pants, and a killer body beneath, she looks like she could’ve stepped out of Sports Illustrated. “So glad to have you.” She hugs me tight before introducing me to a tall, curly-haired man standing next to her. “This is Pete.” “Nice to meet you, Reese,” he says as he reaches for my suitcase. “Welcome to the team.” “Thank you for having me.” If Brooke has any reservations about having me around for the whole summer, she doesn’t show it. She’s excited and talkative during our ride, answering all my questions on how I can help her with her three-year-old, Racer. At the tip of the cul-de-sac we reach their sprawling waterfront home in Lakehaven, with its stucco facade, sweeping rooftop, and manicured lawn. I’m speechless, taking in the interior of the house with wide eyes as she gives me a brief tour. Smart technology everywhere, five bedrooms, a kitchen fit for a restaurant. It’s got high windows and a lot of natural light, with views of Mount Rainier across a glistening stretch of water. Brooke leads me down the hall to the guest bedroom. The hall has framed pictures of famous athletes, and among them, there’s a picture labeled riptide and I try not to gape at it, because I know Riptide is her widely known husband, former boxer and now MMA fighter. Even people who’ve never heard about MMA fighting seem to know who he is. Mom says they call him RIP too, because he kills his opponents. Not literally kills. Well, I hope not. But he buries them in the ground. Online, the articles say that he’s a fighting machine, and the best there’s ever been. We finally reach my bedroom and I am tempted to ask Brooke if she’s ever lost...
