Book Review: Manwhore by Katy Evans

Manwhore

Manwhore, #1
by Katy Evans

Published:
March 24th, 2015

Publisher:
Gallery Books 

Source:
eARC from publisher for a honest review

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Synopsis:

Is it possible to expose Chicago’s hottest player—without getting played? 

This is the story I've been waiting for all my life, and its name is Malcolm Kyle Preston Logan Saint. Don’t be fooled by that last name though. There’s nothing holy about the man except the hell his parties raise. The hottest entrepreneur Chicago has ever known, he’s a man’s man with too much money to spend and too many women vying for his attention. 

Mysterious. Privileged. Legendary. His entire life he’s been surrounded by the press as they dig for tidbits to see if his fairytale life is for real or all mirrors and social media lies. Since he hit the scene, his secrets have been his and his alone to keep. And that’s where I come in. 

Assigned to investigate Saint and reveal his elusive personality, I’m determined to make him the story that will change my career. 

But I never imagined he would change my life. Bit by bit, I start to wonder if I'm the one discovering him...or if he's uncovering me. 

What happens when the man they call Saint, makes you want to sin? 

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Four is the Ticket Just Breathe

SIN was delicious, Katy Evans delivers another hit! The ending?! Wow talk about heart stopping. This was quite the enjoyable read steam factor super high as is the case with any Evans book. From the  first page to the last well, especially the last this will have you reeling. The characters are relatable and real get ready for the whole gambit of emotions. 

The Story, Manwhore takes place in Chicago and it follows tycoon Malcolm Saint and reporter Rachel Livingston. This playboy is someone everyone wants to know or at least be a part of in any way possible. Edge is not fairing well and the editor has major plans for its resurrection. As I mentioned before the characters felt real and had a lot of depth to them. From the brooding misunderstood play boy to the, star eyed reporter who wants to make a difference. Unveiling their layers was wonderful and watching them fall in love even better. We aren't sure Malcolm loves her yet but I'd bet my lunch money he has. 

The Characters, Mr. Saint not a saint at all but he has a presence that cannot be denied. Ms. Livingston wants to change the world but knows she is only limited to changing her own world. I enjoyed the banter and teasing these two shared it was absolutely endearing to watch. The side characters were an integral part into the physique of these two. From the playboys best friends to the innocent girl's strong support group these characters will capture a piece of your heart. There are a couple more characters that I look forward to reading about further along in this series. I can't wait to see if there is something more beneath all of the layers. I am most absolutely rooting for Rachel and Malcolm I can't wait to see more. 

The Ending, BOY OH BOY can you say HEART Stopping?! Yikes everything that Rachel has been working for and everything she is willing to sacrifice is for not. Rachel's whole world comes crashing down when certain revelations come out. Luckily she is able to open up and come clean about everything in her heart. I am crossing and double crossing my fingers that this is enough. I've come to care deeply for these characters and can't wait to see them happily together.   

 My Rating

4.5 Violence, Death, Father, Shirt, Story, Interview, Bug's, Driver, Mural, Dates, Elephant, Yacht, Kiss, Ensnared, Campout, Status, Vicky, Rights, Apology, Truth & Loyalty, A fierce and blinding love filled stars

Book Teaser:

Character Casting by the Author:

"Saint"

About the Author:

Hey! I’m Katy Evans and I love family, books, life, and love. I’m married with two children and three dogs and spend my time baking, walking, writing, reading, and taking care of my family. Thank you for spending your time with me and picking up my story. I hope you had an amazing time with it, like I did. If you’d like to know more about books in progress, look me up on the Internet, I’d love to hear from you! 

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Email: authorkatyevans@gmail.com

Book Spotlight: Manwhore (Manwhore #1) by Katy Evans

Manwhore

Manwhore, #1
by Katy Evans

Published:
March 24th, 2015

Publisher:
Gallery Books 

Source:
eARC from publisher for a honest review

Add to Goodreads

Synopsis:

Is it possible to expose Chicago’s hottest player—without getting played? 

This is the story I've been waiting for all my life, and its name is Malcolm Kyle Preston Logan Saint. Don’t be fooled by that last name though. There’s nothing holy about the man except the hell his parties raise. The hottest entrepreneur Chicago has ever known, he’s a man’s man with too much money to spend and too many women vying for his attention. 

Mysterious. Privileged. Legendary. His entire life he’s been surrounded by the press as they dig for tidbits to see if his fairytale life is for real or all mirrors and social media lies. Since he hit the scene, his secrets have been his and his alone to keep. And that’s where I come in. 

Assigned to investigate Saint and reveal his elusive personality, I’m determined to make him the story that will change my career. 

But I never imagined he would change my life. Bit by bit, I start to wonder if I'm the one discovering him...or if he's uncovering me. 

What happens when the man they call Saint, makes you want to sin? 

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Lindy's Thoughts:

Katy Evans is in my top 5 favorite authors list.  I love every single book that she has written, and have come to expect nothing less from her.  I love to savor her stories, because there is nothing like a story written by Ms. Evans.  Each of her books should come with a warning label that notifies readers to read at their own risk, because they will be left with a massive book hangover.

In Manwhore, we get Rachel Livingston and my newest obsession, and addiction, sexy bad boy, Malcolm Saint's story.  Rachel is a young, ambitious, and career driven woman.  She works for "The Edge," a magazine that is on the brink of going out of business.  Rachel's boss, Helen, gives her the opportunity to do an investigative expose on the elusive billionaire trust fund playboy and successful venture capitalist, Malcolm Saint. What Rachel never counted on was falling in love with the subject of her expose.  Will Rachel choose her dream career or the man that she loves?  Unfortunately, life doesn't always go according to plan.

Manwhore was a decadent, visceral, and titillating treat for the senses.  Ms. Evans has a gift for building anticipation.  Every look, innocent touch, and breath felt like a sensual experience.  I'm talking that toe-curling, spine-tingling, butterflies fluttering experience that romance lovers cannot get enough of.  The intense passion and electric chemistry between Rachel and "Saint" was palpable.  The main characters took on a life of their own in this story.  We get to see their strengths and weaknesses, wishes and desires, as well as their vulnerabilities. Little by little Rachel and Saint open up to one another, and trust each other enough to show who they really are.

I loved Rachel's room mates and best friends, Gina and Wynn, as well as Saint's best friends, Callan and Tahoe.  I really hope that we eventually get each of their stories in upcoming books in this series.  I wish I had Manwhore +1 in my hands right now!  It's the continuation of Rachel and Saint's story, and I'm going through major "Saint Withdrawals" as we speak! 

My Rating:

I give, Manwhore, by Katy Evans, 5 Exhilarating, Primal, Sinfully Succulent, Exquisite Torture Filled Stars!  All of you romance addicts out there need to read this book!  It will ravish your senses and leave you begging for more Saint, the sinfully delicious bad boy, who is my newest obsession!    

Mikki's Review:

Hellooooooooo Mr. Saint! 

When I knew that Katy Evans was going to write another series I was super excited! She is one of my favorite authors and I could not wait to see what she had up her sleeve. I fell in love with her Real series from the moment I met Remy. My co-bloggers know that he owns the #1 place in my book boyfriend list. When I read the blurb of Manwhore, I knew I was in trouble. Holy Moly my friends!!!! Malcolm Saint is sure to end up on many lists this year. Prepare to meet your next sinful addiction! 

Rachel is determined to do whatever it takes to save the magazine she has written for and loved since she graduated from college. It’s hanging by a thread and it needs a major story to bring it back to the top. That story is Malcolm Kyle Preston Logan Saint. She needs to go undercover and find out who he really is. From the first time that she meets him, she knows she in for all kinds of trouble. There is something about him that just pulls you in. The more time they spend together, the more Rachel falls hard for Malcolm. Will she be able to do her work and walk away or will she risk it all for the one and only man that has owned her heart? 

OMG!! This was such an amazing reading escape! From the first page to the last, Rachel and Malcolm will captivate you and make your heart race. Their connection is powerful and their sexual chemistry is smokin’ hot! I loved how Rachel kept her foot down and did not give into temptation right away. It made it that more intense when they shared that first kiss. It was a constant battle for her to stay away from Malcolm. Rachel was an interesting heroine that had me cheering for her since the beginning of this journey. I loved her determination and how she got under Malcolm’s skin. My heart broke for her and for what she had to do to save the magazine she works for. 

Oh my squee! Where do I start with Malcolm Saint?? I was scared at the beginning that this was going to be another billionaire story. I read many and I always feel like something is missing. In Manwhore, the characters made this story come alive. They felt so real and I could not get enough of them! Malcolm is a man of few words, but when he speaks he makes it count! He goes straight to the point and with one look or touch he can make your knees go weak! That man is a dirty talking hero I want to know more of! The more time he spent with Rachel, the more we saw the man behind the manwhore. 

Katy Evans’ writing style is PHENOMENAL. She makes you feel all kinds of emotions and she never disappoints! I had high expectations for this new series and it started with a BANG! I can’t wait to read Manwhore+1. This book leaves you with a cliffhanger that makes you want to scream Nooooooooo!!!!! Don’t do this to me!!! You can’t stop their journey there!!!! I am anxiously waiting for the next installment to release and I am crossing my fingers that Rachel and Malcolm’s best friends will each get their story. I love them to pieces! 

My Rating:

I give, Manwhore, by Katy Evans, 4.5 deliciously erotic, page-turning, fantastic, Malcolm-Saint-has-a-new-fan-club stars!

Book Teaser:

Character Casting by the Author:

"Saint"

About the Author:

Hey! I’m Katy Evans and I love family, books, life, and love. I’m married with two children and three dogs and spend my time baking, walking, writing, reading, and taking care of my family. Thank you for spending your time with me and picking up my story. I hope you had an amazing time with it, like I did. If you’d like to know more about books in progress, look me up on the Internet, I’d love to hear from you! 

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Email: authorkatyevans@gmail.com

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Excerpt Reveal : Manwhore (Manwhore, #1) by Katy Evans

Manwhore

Manwhore, #1
by Katy Evans

Release Date:
March 24th, 2015

Publisher:
Gallery Books 

Genre:
Contemporary 
Romance 

Add to Goodreads

Synopsis:

Is it possible to expose Chicago’s hottest player—without getting played? 

This is the story I've been waiting for all my life, and its name is Malcolm Kyle Preston Logan Saint. Don’t be fooled by that last name though. There’s nothing holy about the man except the hell his parties raise. The hottest entrepreneur Chicago has ever known, he’s a man’s man with too much money to spend and too many women vying for his attention. 

Mysterious. Privileged. Legendary. His entire life he’s been surrounded by the press as they dig for tidbits to see if his fairytale life is for real or all mirrors and social media lies. Since he hit the scene, his secrets have been his and his alone to keep. And that’s where I come in. 

Assigned to investigate Saint and reveal his elusive personality, I’m determined to make him the story that will change my career. 

But I never imagined he would change my life. Bit by bit, I start to wonder if I'm the one discovering him...or if he's uncovering me. 

What happens when the man they call Saint, makes you want to sin? 

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Excerpt:

I look very different than the girl Saint met in his office. But I don’t feel any different. My nerves are frayed to the edges as I give my name to a bouncer at the entrance and I’m allowed into the club, every part of me snug and tight in my dress as my black heels hit the floor. 

Whereas M4 was all museum-like, the Ice Box is pure dark decadence. Ice sculptures sit on pedestals around the room. Cages with body-painted dancers hang from the ceiling. A bar with white and blue lights stretches from one wall to another. 

Strobe lights flash across the space as I get jostled by the crowd. The bass thumps as the song “Waves” by Mr. Probz plays for the dancing crowd. Drinks are flowing on shiny silver trays, and the drinks are so adorned—by fruits, olives, salt glitter or colorful liquid swirls—they’re like artworks. This isn’t a normal swanky club. It’s the rich boys’ club and everywhere you look are beautiful people wearing beautiful things. 

“I met him! God! When he said hi I thought I’d faint…!” 

My nerves eat at me as I hear that, because I know for sure they’re talking about him. Trying to breathe, I wind deeper into the club, wishing for Gina so bad I ache. The room is packed with women, some clearly on the hunt, others already paired with someone, a few hanging out with their friends. I breathe slowly, in and out, telling myself I can do this. It’s just a club. I can have some fun. It’s been a while since I’ve gone out to a club, and never a club like this, but it doesn’t matter. I can interview people, and if I’m lucky, I can do more than that. 

After scanning the area and trying to find the best spy-spots, I go to the top level and that’s when I get the best look at what’s happening downstairs at the most crowded corner. 

And speak of the devil. My heart stops a beat when I see that dark head of his, and that loathed, burning knot in my stomach squeezes with a vengeance. I swear no one in my life has ever made me this nervous. 

He sits with his arms stretched out behind him, a wine glass and two women vying for his attention as he chats with his friends. His masculine face is illuminated in certain angles when the lights flash—his beauty unprecedented. 

Okay. Breathing. Do I want him to know I’m here or not? A watery sensation seems to spread down my limbs as I force myself to go downstairs. I wind a path to the ladies’ room and worm myself through the throng of bodies toward a wide mirror above a set of modernist floating sinks. A group of women preen at themselves while I look our reflections. To my right, a woman pouts her red lips, and to my left, her friend pouts her pink ones. Me? I’m still me, but I look extravagant, like I was born here. I look very different than the young girl in coveralls he met. Will he even recognize me like this? 

“You going to the after-party?” Red Lips asks Pink Lips as they retouch their lipsticks. 

“No key yet.” 

“Lookie lookie.” Red Lips waves a keycard in the air. There’s squealing in the room and she tucks the key into her bra. “Mine!” 

“So there’s an after-party?” I ask them.

“At Saint’s penthouse,” one says, nodding.

“How do you get invited to this party?” 

“A hundred keys are distributed during the evening.” 

A sudden thought of stealing the very key she’s just tucked into her bra flickers through my mind. I mean, it’s just a key. It couldn’t possibly be a felony. 

“Babe,” she tells me, “stop giving my key the eye! I’ve been waiting three years to get a key like this. Go and work your ass out there if you want one. Only the finest asses make it.” 

“Thanks,” I say, turning to look at my ass in the mirror questioningly. Gina says I’ve got a great ass. It’s perky and the perfect handful, some would say. But would Saint say that? I sigh and lean against the wall, then I spot all the little writings on an open stall door. I narrow my eyes, forcing my focus. 

Malcolm for my baby-daddy 

I sucked Saint’s c*ck 

Tahoe rammed me right here 

Callan licks c*nt like a caveman 

I head back into the noise and try to find a good spot for spying when I see him again. The two women won’t leave his side and now my stomach for some reason feels jumpy, annoying me. One of the blondes takes a shot from the waiter, licks the rim, and then adds salt. Saint edges back and watches her with an expression of casual boredom, but his lips are curled, as if he’s having some fun. 

I’m so engrossed watching—a little too fascinated and a little bit disgusted—I don’t realize a guard has walked up to me until he’s right in my face. He signals to the back of the room—to where Saint’s best friends are now watching me. Saint isn’t even looking my way. Oh no, he’s too busy being entertained, still wearing that almost-bored smile. Maybe they need to take their tops off to get him excited? 

All three men fit in perfectly with the lavish surroundings, but I can’t look at the other two. Only at Malcolm. Malcolm’s dark good looks blend with the shadows like Hades in his own little corner of hell. 

Suddenly he laughs over something one of the blondes does and he turns a little, his eyes landing straight on me—and stopping there. 

I feel his stare like a hit of adrenaline. I want to look away, but I can’t, I feel trapped. I don’t know if I made this up but I could’ve sworn his chest jerked as if he sucked in a breath. 

Does he recognize me? 

Do I want him to?

Suddenly the atmosphere is so heavy I can’t breathe. My lungs feel like rocks and I really can’t breathe. As he rakes me in one fast, complete sweep of his eyes that makes my stomach grip nervously, he takes in my pumps up to my long blonde hair, and I become aware of my dress hugging the top of my thighs, my hips, my abdomen, my breasts and even my ass. Oh god. I force myself to follow the guard in his direction, every step accelerating my heartbeat. In that black suit and without a tie, the top button of his shirt open and his hair a bit rumpled, Saint is the embodiment of luxurious and decadent and sin. He is Sin Itself and I feel like an absolute…virgin. 

He stretches his long legs out before him, his stare fixed on mine without any seeming inclination to move away. 

“Mr. Saint,” the guard clears his throat. “The gentlemen had me summon her.” 

Although his smile doesn’t waver, the look on his face is completely remote and unreadable. “Here she is, gentlemen,” the guard then tells the other two—the blond and the copper-haired men looking at me like lunch. 

“Tahoe,” the blonde says. 

“Callan,” the copper-haired says. 

Saint merely pats the blondes on the butt and sends them on her way, then he reaches out to take my elbow somehow in an instinctive gesture that brings me a strange sense of comfort. I don’t know anybody else here, so when he tugs me to his side, I go down and sit next to him on the edge of the long booth. 

And that’s when he leans his dark head over to me and murmurs, “Malcolm.” His voice is so deep and rumbling, I shiver. 

“Rachel,” I lamely offer. 

He raises his eyebrow and stares at me. What are you doing here, Rachel? he seems to ask. I’m wondering what to say, when Tahoe lifts his drink and drains it. “You’re up past your bedtime.” The Texan oil baby. Oozing charm, drawling out the words. 

I don’t know why but I’m acutely aware of the position of Saint’s body in relation to mine. He just straightened fully in the booth and somehow shifted so his arm is very noticeably stretched out behind me. 

“Like they say, no rest for the wicked,” I answer Tahoe with an extra-wide smile, my heart pounding over Saint’s nearness. 

Suddenly I can smell him. Just him. Among all the mingled scents in the room, it’s Saint somehow in my lungs, in every breath. He radiates a vitality that draws me like a magnet. It unnerves me but something in his presence, so close to me, soothes me too. 

“Apparently there’s a dress code—Saint had to drop his tail and horns at the door,” Callan jokes as a waiter sets a drink before me. 

“Oh yes.” I tug the hem of my skirt self-consciously, “I had to drop half my dress.” 

“Did you now?” Tahoe asks. 

“T.” 

One word, one letter, from Malcolm. 

“Yeah, Saint?” Tahoe returns, lifting his eyebrows. 

“Dibs.” 

I almost spit out the drink. I cough and slam my hand to my chest, and Saint calmly reaches out to take my drink from my hand and sets it aside. “Okay?” he asks, ducking his head and peering into my face. 

I give one last cough and squeeze my eyes shut and nod, and when I open my eyes, Saint is the only thing I see. I find him staring at me in such a penetrating way I can feel the stare in my bones. 

“Did you just get to the party, Rachel?” he asks. 

As he waits for my reply, he reaches for my cocktail and extends the glass out to me. His wrist is thick and looks so strong, so golden, his skin smooth, his arm dusted with a little bit of hair as I cautiously take it from him, our fingers brushing. 

Tahoe reaches for his coat pocket and waves whatever he extracted in the air. “Saint! May I?” 

Excitement leaps in my chest when I realize it’s the key! 

“Not happening, that’s not her scene,” Malcolm murmurs besides me. “Aw! Come on, let me give her a key. She’s a dime, man,” Tahoe drawls. 

I’m so disbelieving, I’m not even breathing as Malcolm slowly stands. I follow him up, staring up into his face in confusion. 

“What do you mean it’s not my scene?” I demand. I feel like there’s no gravity when he stands so close to me. I’m dizzy. Confused. And unexpectedly hurt. 

For the first time since we met, he looks at me like he’s actually losing his temper…with me. He leans closer and puts his lips close to my ear. “Trust me when I tell you, it’s not your scene. Go home,” he whispers. He sends me a look laden with warning and walks away, blending into the crowd. 

Tahoe and Callan stare at me, speechless. “That’s a first,” Tahoe mumbles and heads away. 

I feel myself burn in humiliation and confusion. Worse is that, when I go outside, the same man who drove us around the day before walks over to me. 

“Miss Livingston, a pleasure to drive you,” he says, hanging up his phone as if Saint just called him. He is a huge man, with a bald head, an earpiece, and no expression. A second later, he’s opening the car door of the Rolls for me. 

Seriously? 

Did Saint call him just now and ask him to escort me home? 

Aware of people staring and seeing me being led to Saint’s car, I climb into the back of the car and I murmur my thanks simply because it’s not this man’s fault. 

The car smells new and expensive and, like him. A bottle of wine and water bottles ride with me. There’s music in the background and the temperature is just right. The perfect luxury of it all tempts me to run my hands down my dress and look down at myself in confusion. What is wrong with me? 

I feel as if he pulled the rug from under me and reminded me what I’m up against. The top of the species. Somebody ruthless. 

I can’t take the heat in the back of my ears and on my cheeks. I sag on the backseat and set my forehead on the window. Focus, Livingston! Exhaling, I grab my phone and try to write down all the details about what I saw, but I can’t right now. I just can’t do anything but ride here, in his car, wondering why I feel so vulnerable. 

About the Author:

Hey! I’m Katy Evans and I love family, books, life, and love. I’m married with two children and three dogs and spend my time baking, walking, writing, reading, and taking care of my family. Thank you for spending your time with me and picking up my story. I hope you had an amazing time with it, like I did. If you’d like to know more about books in progress, look me up on the Internet, I’d love to hear from you! 

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Email: authorkatyevans@gmail.com

Cover Reveal : Manwhore (Manwhore, #1) by Katy Evans

Manwhore

Manwhore, #1
by Katy Evans

Release Date:
March 24th, 2015

Publisher:
Gallery Books

Genre:
Contemporary 
Romance

Add to Goodreads

Synopsis:

Is it possible to expose Chicago’s hottest player—without getting played? 

This is the story I've been waiting for all my life, and its name is Malcolm Kyle Preston Logan Saint. Don’t be fooled by that last name though. There’s nothing holy about the man except the hell his parties raise. The hottest entrepreneur Chicago has ever known, he’s a man’s man with too much money to spend and too many women vying for his attention. 

Mysterious. Privileged. Legendary. His entire life he’s been surrounded by the press as they dig for tidbits to see if his fairytale life is for real or all mirrors and social media lies. Since he hit the scene, his secrets have been his and his alone to keep. And that’s where I come in. 

Assigned to investigate Saint and reveal his elusive personality, I’m determined to make him the story that will change my career. 

But I never imagined he would change my life. Bit by bit, I start to wonder if I'm the one discovering him...or if he's uncovering me. 

What happens when the man they call Saint, makes you want to sin? 

Pre-order links for Manwhore:

Amazon|Amazon Print|B&N|B&N Print

iTunes|BAM|IndieBound|S&S 

Cover Reveal Hosted by:

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