LEGEND
(Real Series #6)
by
Katy Evans
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| Release Date: February 9, 2016 Can love really conquer all? – Book 6 in Katy Evan’s breakout New York Times bestselling series that began with REAL. |
~ Synopsis ~
Maverick “the Avenger” Cage wants to rise to the top and
become a legend in the ring. Though he keeps his identity well-guarded, he's
known on the fighting circuit as the new kid with a chip on his shoulder and a
tattoo on his back that marks him as trouble. He's got a personal score to
settle with the Underground's one and only Remington "Riptide" Tate.
As Mav trains, he meets a young girl—the only other new
person in the town--and sparks fly. When things get heated between them,
he finds out she's none other than Reese Dumas, the cousin of Remington Tate’s
wife. A girl who's supposed to root against him and a girl he's supposed to
stay away from.
But Maverick fights for the woman in his heart, and
the monsters in his blood. The world’s eyes are on them and the victor
will go down in history as the ultimate fighting champion; the ultimate
LEGEND.
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~ Excerpt ~
SEATTLE
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SEATTLE
Maverick
‘Not in a million
years, kid.’
‘NOT INTERESTED.’
‘Get the fuck out of
my face!’
Four
cities in two days, and more doors slammed in my face than I can count. I sling
my backpack over my shoulder and scratch another name from my list.
Hopping
on to a bus and hopping off thirty minutes later, I scan the mix of both
commercial and apartment numbers down the block, then knock on my last door.
“Coach
Hennesy?”
He’s
a tall man, his hair like pepper, clad in sweats, with a yellow timer hanging
from his neck. He gives me a questioning look.
“I’m
your next champion.”
He
laughs, but then he must see something on my face. In my stance. Thirst,
resoluteness, guts. Maybe I’m wearing my balls in my eyes. He falls sober and
swings the door wide-open. “Come on in.”
He doesn’t ask for my name.
I guess with one look, he knows he’ll
find my name in the dictionary, right next to “determined.”
He
leads me to his garage. “Where’d you train before?” he asks.
“Self-taught.
I watch videos.”
He
scoffs, then shrugs. “Okay, let’s see what you’ve got.”
I
eye the equipment across the room. The heavy bag hangs from the ceiling, the
leather worn from other fighters before me. There’s a boxing dummy at the
corner. Speed bag. Weights. A whole private gym set up here. I drop both my
bags, then zip open my backpack and start to put on the gloves without
bothering to remove my hoodie.
“Take
that off; I need to know what you’ve got. Need to see your form,” Hennesy says.
I
clench my jaw. Slowly unzip my hoodie. Take it off and glance past my shoulder,
shifting to keep my back from the coach’s view. The guy is clearing the
fighting area. Good. We can get down to business. He walks to me when I face
him.
“Give
it over.” I hand him my hoodie and he tosses it aside, then crosses his arms
and looks at me. “Speedball first.”
I
inhale, position myself before the speedball, and hit. Wham.
I
keep on hitting, lightning fast, my fists making the bag fly.
I
would have warmed up first, but I’ve been doing this for days, and I won’t stop
until I’ve got myself a coach—and not even then.
I’ve
got momentum now, and I pick up speed, my arms moving back and forth, working
the speed bag until it’s moving so fast you can’t even see it.
I’m
starting to sweat; it’s stuffy in here, but I can’t stop. I need him to take me
on. I need one yes to get me in the ring. Just one yes and I’ll do the rest.
“Time.”
Hennesy stops me. He signals to the boxing dummy and the heavy bag. “Let’s see
you pound the bag.”
I
swing out and slam my knuckles on the bag, putting everything into my fists. Thack, thump, thud.
Hennesy’s
composure starts to crumble with excitement. “Holy shit, boy!”
I’m
getting in to it. I’m in the zone—where it’s just me, the leather brown bag, my
fists, and nothing else but slamming the spot I’m looking at.
“I’ve
seen enough.” He stops the bag from swinging. His eyes glassy. “Fill this out.”
I
pull off my right glove and grab a pen as he slaps a paper onto a desk at the
corner. I bend down to fill out my name and contact information and realize,
too late, that I exposed the tattoo on my back.
“You’re
his boy.”
I
freeze midsignature.
A
second ticks by. Then two.
I
slowly set the pen down and take one last look at the paper. I might not get to
fill it out after all. I turn.
His
face has paled.
I
wait it out for a few beats. Maybe he’s different. Maybe he can deal with it.
He
tosses my jacket at me. “Get out. Nobody wants to see you fight.”
I
frown fiercely as I catch my jacket in my fist and edge forward, equally mad
now. “That’s too damn bad. ’Cause I’m fighting anyway.”
I keep my eyes on him as I pull off my
left glove, shove my arms into my hoodie, and zip up.
I
walk out and the door slams behind me. I clench my jaw, and I shove my gloves
into my bag and spot the old, black gloves inside too. I push them down into
the bottom of the duffel bag and zip it up.
The
season starts in a week and a half. No coach? No fight. I can’t even get into a
gym.
But
I won’t let anyone or anything keep me from the ring.
I
pick up a penny from the ground.
And
I spot a girl in workout clothes across the street, tying her shoelaces. She’s
a step away from the gym door. I straighten, pull my hoodie over my head, and
cross the street, following after her like I belong.
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~ About 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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