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Dans le best-seller international REAL, tome 1 de la série Fight for Love, le si sexy bad boy de la ligue underground de boxe, Remington Tate rencontre enfin son âme sœur. Engagé pour s'occuper de sa condition physique, Brooke Dumas provoque en lui un désir intense et elle devient pour " Remy " aussi nécessaire que l'air qu'il respire. Il ne peut plus vivre sans elle.
Brooke n'avait jamais imaginé qu'elle ferait sa vie avec l'homme dont toutes les femmes rêvent. Malheureusement tous les rêves ne deviennent pas réalité et au moment où ils ont le plus besoin l'un de l'autre, Brooke doit s'éloigner du ring et donc de Remy. Entre eux la distance et la noirceur s'installent et la seule chose que Brooke puisse faire est de se battre pour l'amour de cet homme qu'elle surnomme " LE MIEN ".
337 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 5, 2013













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Nobody taught him how to love. He does it instinctively.There is something about Remington Tate. Remy fights hard but loves harder. He is protective, possessive, alpha male to the extreme. There is nothing I don’t love about Remy. He is sweet, considerate, sexy as hell, and yes, he is damaged. Everything with his family has messed him up. He goes into ‘black’ periods, but he tries his best to control them. Brooke wants to help him, but sometimes just being there for him is enough.
“You,” he says, his voice terse and commanding as he drags his wet thumb across my lips, “are going to love me until I die. I’m going to make you love me even if it hurts, and when it hurts, I’m going to make it better, Brooke. You’re going to fucking love me if it kills us.”
“I promise. I promise, you have my heart, and you have me. You will always have me.”
When everything’s meant to be broken I just want you to know who I am.





”You … are going to love me until I die. I’m going to make you love me even if it hurts, and when it hurts, I’m going to make it better, Brooke … You’re going to fucking love me if it kills us.”

YOU’RE EVERYTHING I NEVER KNEW I WANTED

I’m the realest fucking thing you’re ever going to have
You’re everything I never knew I wanted.
I adore you with every breath I take – in every ounce of me, I adore you
You are going to love me until I die. I’m going to make you love me even if it hurts, and when it hurts, I’m going to make it better, Brooke
Ripped, raw and so real. He’s all mine – or at least, that’s all I want in the world. For him to be mine.
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Here he is, ladies and gentlemen. Here. He. Is!
You all know who I’m talking about?”
“RIP-TIIIIIIIDE!”
Who?
“RIP-TIIIIIIDE!”
One more time, ’cause I can’t hear you!
“RIPTIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDE!”
“That’s right, ladies and gentlemen!"
The one, the only, Remingtoooon Tate, your RIPTIIIIIIIIIDE!!”


Holy freaking hell Remy got to me again!





I belong to him. He belongs to me. Our love is all-consuming, powerful,imperfect, and real...




I feel like he's a lazy lion, bathing me with his tongue, licking and nuzzling me... I'm getting addicted to this moment after the orgasm where I will be so relaxed and he will still have the energy to position me in a way where he can spoon me and hold me, and do all his manly, possessive lion-liked OCD things with me.





My fighter. He fights everything, even himself, but I love that he’s never fought loving me.
My playful boy, my protective man, my jealous boyfriend, my cocky fighter. My misunderstood little boy.


“You don’t have to understand me—just love the hell out of me. Can you do that? Can you?” His thumb drags with sensual roughness across my lower lip. “Do you?”
“You,” he says, his voice terse and commanding as he drags his wet thumb across my lips, “are going to love me until I die. I’m going to make you love me even if it hurts, and when it hurts, I’m going to make it better, Brooke.”

“I want you. I want you to touch me, to put your lips on mine—like before. I want you to love me. Stop fucking punishing me, Brooke. I love you.”
He’s a man who falls and gets up again and again. He pushes, plows, plunders, goes on.
“Didn’t you hear the songs!? They were all for you, Brooke. Didn’t you know I thought of you? Missed the hell out of you? If I haven’t showed you I love you, then tell me in what ways I’m fucking this up!”


“Baby, the way you need me can only barely cover half of the way I need you.”
“God, how I need you.” He props his forehead on mine and drags in a coarse breath. “How I go crazy thinking of you. The whole flight on my way here I listened to the song you’ve played to tell me you love me.”
“I love, adore, cherish, need, and want you like I never thought possible to love and adore and cherish and need and want another human being or anything in this world,”
“Like you said, I’ll love you if it kills us,” I whisper as I stroke his face. “We all die. I’d rather die loving the hell out of you.”
Black and blue, every inch of you, magnificent you, is mine. And I’m going to treasure and cherish you, always.
“Yes, Remy, it’s really all about you.”





"I want him more than any one of these screaming women wants
him. I want every fragmented part of him. I want his body. His mind.
His heart. His beautiful soul."









”Remington has been abandoned his whole life. Parents. Teachers. Friends. Even me. Nobody has ever stuck with him long enough to show him he’s worth it. What he did, just to get me to touch him and give him some love, makes me burn to drown him with my love until he never, ever has to ask for it.”
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