Book Review: Racer by Katy Evans

Racer Book Cover Racer
Standalone, Real #7
Katy Evans
Contemporary Romance
September 28, 2017

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.

My review

My review on Goodreads

I don’t know if I can be more in love…

“You going because you want to race, or you want the girl?”
“Both. I’m racing; and I want the girl.”

Confession: This will be a completely subjective review. My excitement with this book has no limits. I want to tell you that I rate books with the scale of my emotions and I am not ashamed of it. But let’s say it right away. And completely skipping my rating, it’s not perfect. Not at all.

Books from the Real series were one of my first. I love Remy more than anything and he will always be my number one book boyfriend. How with a sober head approach the story of his son? In every sense of the word it is prolonging of the life of your favorite heroes. For me, it’s not possible.

“You could say I’m the sort of guy who knows what he wants and isn’t afraid of anything, not the law, or the rules. I’m my father’s son. I like to go for what I want.”

Like I said already it is a story of Racer Tate, a son of Remy form the first Real books. He is a rebellious, very confident man who has inherited some of the issues from his father. To give vent to his emotions he races in illegal street races.

Lana and her family faced a difficult decision. Either they will find a new driver, or their F1 team can close the business. She goes on a search and meets him, Racer Tate. Despite the huge sexual tension between them, she offers him a deal that could fulfill his dreams and change his life forever.

“I don’t know if I should warn you again to stay away, but what’s the point? I’d only chase you.”

The beginning is absolutely incredible. I loved it from the first pages. Very fast paced action, which unfortunately at some point was too fast. As if it was necessary to fit his story in one book. I would like the situations to be more developed. Because it was this fast paced action that at some point began to disturb the enjoyment of the story.

But on the positive side. The real is saying “like father, like son”. Racer is so sweet, caring and possessive man. Just like his father. Many moments were his father reflection and I totally love that. He could easily compete with him for the title of my book-boyfriend number one.

“Come up on your toes and kiss me.”
“Why,” I breathe. A brief smile.
“Because I asked you to.”

I also liked amazing chemistry that Racer and Lana have together and it is super HOT. He had to be really patient with her, and although she was sometimes annoying, Lana come on girl, it is Racer Tate, they are a pair made in heaven. I love his determination and devotion. And I’m glad that she matched him in this.

One more thing. I am completely blind to F1 aspect. If I was not, it would destroy the story. It’s bull*cough cough*shit. Sorry but do not do it again. More research!

“He hasn’t touched me today. He hasn’t kissed me. He’s not even in the room with me. But he sure makes a lot of noise in my body.”

I would also recommend listening to the book soundtrack. This is something that I love. It always makes me more attached to story and thanks to that I get to know new songs that stay with me for a long time. My fav from this one is Battle Scars.

Also I really wish for a book about Iris, Remy daughter. So, dear Katy Evans if you see it, I beg you to write it! The song ‘Iris’ from Real books will be my wedding song soon! And I can thank you enough for that.


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.”

6997072About the Author

Katy Evans grew up with books and book-boyfriends until she found a real sexy boyfriend to love. They married and are now hard at work on their own happily ever after. Katy loves her family and friends, and she also loves reading, walking, baking, and being consumed by her characters until she reaches “The End.” Which is, hopefully, only the beginning…

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