Spotlight & Giveaway: Manwhore by Katy Evans

Posted March 24th, 2015 by in Blog, Spotlight / 65 comments

Today it is my pleasure to Welcome New York Times bestselling author Katy Evans to HJ!
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Hi Katy and welcome to HJ! We’re so excited to chat with you about your new release, Manwhore!

 

Please summarize the book for the readers here:

ManwhoreMANWHORE is a modern love story. The series has a cast of modern characters who are basically people like you and me. They work, have friends, family, interests, and are not necessarily looking for love, even though love finds them unexpectedly.

The first book in the series, MANWHORE, focuses on the same couple, Rachel, my heroine, who is assigned to gather some juicy tidbits about Chicago’s renowned billionaire player, Malcolm Saint. But what begins as an assignment slowly turns into something more, something neither of them were looking for. How do you make time for love in this day in age when we’re all so focused on our families and careers as well?
 

Please share the opening lines of this book:

I walked into Helen’s office this morning certain she was going to fire me. It wasn’t really my boss’s job to fire me. It was HR’s. But the HR department has been cut.

Please share a few Random facts about this book…

  • The first scene I wrote in this book was the Club scene (I’ve shared an excerpt below) but when I couldn’t write past that chapter, I realized I wasn’t starting at the beginning, so I had to go back and find my start.
  • I tried 3 different endings until I finally allowed the characters the ending that they seemed to need, the most organic one for the story.
  • My inspiration for Manwhore began on a trip to Chicago, where I saw an image of a very good-looking womanizer on TV. On the show, they were talking about his social media and the gazillion followers he had, and days later, I couldn’t stop thinking and wondering about him, what his story was. Well, in my mind, I’ve now come up with his story in Manwhore.

 

Please tell us a little about the characters in your book. As you wrote your protagonist was there anything about them that surprised you?

Yes. Definitely. When I started writing I, like my heroine, only knew my hero as the playboy rich guy he was supposed to be. I was stunned, delighted, in love, when I got to meet the real man behind the widespread legend that is Malcolm Saint. Saint is the kind of guy who is self-confident, knows who he is, what he wants, and isn’t afraid to go after it. He’s also pleasantly surprising in the ways that he allows himself to interact with my heroine.
 

What, in your mind, distinguishes this book from other books out there in the same genre?

I think that what really makes MANWHORE shine are the characters. Saint is to die for. He made me fall SO in love with him! Rachel, as a heroine, is very human, both strong and vulnerable, and very relatable. Their story is not just a story about a woman with an assignment to expose the city’s sexiest player, she’s a woman who has big aspirations and noble plans and she finds herself between a rock and a hard place the moment she starts falling for the toe-curlingly gorgeous man who was supposed to become her big “breakout” story. A man rumored to be a player, ruthless, relentless, and who ends up being so much more. Their story is modern, exciting, realistic, sizzling, and addictive, and I truly hope readers will pick it up and hopefully fall in love with the story and characters – and even secondary characters – the way I did.
 

Do you think there’s a common trait or a je ne sais quoi that your heroes must have?

Yes, I do think I have a linking for alphas, especially when they’re flawed but have plenty of redeeming qualities that I find attractive in a man. Those are the kinds of heroes I write.
 

Did any scene have you crying or laughing (or blushing) while writing it?

I did laugh a lot of times when the main characters were with their friends. This is one after Rachel has some alone time with our hero at a club.

“Okay I’m saying it,” begins Gina. “Saint is absolutely bad news. Workwise, heartwise, you could not pick a worse guy than Paul except for Saint…and his two friend creeps. Rachel, you don’t have to tell me what happened, I can already see he’s totally got you pinned against the wall, you’re blushing like a carrot.”
“What do you mean I’m blushing like a carrot? I’m orange?” My eyes wide, I’m freaking out.
“Rachel, you don’t know it yet but you don’t stand a chance! And dude Tahoe totally eye fucked me right now when I hunted you at Saint’s table.”
“I do not blush orange, Gina!”
“I swear Tahoe totally eye fucked me and my heart’s still not recovered.”
“Orange? It has to have been the tunnel lights! Please tell me you meant cherry. At least cherry is a prettier shade of blush than freaking orange?”
“You’re red! Okay? Relax, Saint won’t know your name in a few days when he wakes up with four naked floozies.”

 

If your book was optioned for a movie, what scene would you use for the audition of the main characters?

I would love for them to rehearse the club scene which I will share as a full excerpt below. The club is sultry and sexy and there’s a lot of things happening, under the surface. Especially when Rachel is summoned to the guy’s table and Saint’s friends start to make a move on her, and for the first time ever, Saint shows real interest in her. Blatantly so.

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

What do you want people to take away from reading this book?

In this modern day and age where life moves so damn fast and we’re so busy, how do you handle falling in love when you least expect it and with the most unattainable man?
 

What are you currently working on? What other releases do you have planned for 2015?

I’m currently finishing MANWHORE +1, the second book in the Manwhore series, which will release July 7th, 2015, and I can’t wait to share! I’ve also got plans for another release coming up in October, this one is book #6 from my Real series – and after that, it’s back to the Manwhore world.
 

Thanks for blogging at HJ!

 

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Read an Excerpt from Manwhore:

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 cock
Tahoe rammed me right here
Callan licks cunt 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.
And that’s when he leans his dark head over to me and murmurs, “Malcolm.” His voice is so deep and rumbling, I shiver.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.
“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?”
“Not happening, that’s not her scene,” Malcolm murmurs besides me.Excitement leaps in my chest when I realize it’s the key!
“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.

Excerpts. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.

Book Info:

Is it possible to expose Chicago’s hottest player—without getting played? The New York Times bestselling author of REAL brings you the first in a sexy new series.
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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Meet the Author:

Katy-EvansKaty Evans is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Real series.
The first book in her adult contemporary series, Manwhore, is to release in March 24 2015.
Readers can find me here:
Website: www.katyevans.net
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65 Responses to “Spotlight & Giveaway: Manwhore by Katy Evans”

  1. Lori Meehan

    Ian Mackenzie because of everything he went through and did to make himself a better man for his Beth and future children.

  2. Kristy dean

    Right now I have Neil from “the boss” by Abigail Benett. I love that he is older but acts like he is a lot younger. And I love his BDSM stuff. Total alpha.

  3. Jenny Rapp

    I have a lot of book boyfriends, so I can’t just single one out. They are all special!!

  4. glam009

    Currently my book boyfriend is Christian grey, re reading the books for a million time…. but also reading Archer …..

  5. Erika

    I have too many book boyfriends! Love Cam from Wait for You and Garrett from The Deal. Thanks!

  6. Janja

    Gabriel Emerson is and will be my no.1 book boyfriend..why?..i don’t know how to wrote down but he is smart,sexy,with a big heart but strong person who has demons ..i simply love and adore him!

  7. marcyshuler

    I usually fall for the hero in whatever book I’m reading at the time. But I recently really liked John Sheldon from Unwrapping Her Perfect Match by Kat Latham.

  8. carol L

    Jamie Fraser has always been #1.His sense of loyalty and protection for those he loves and is responsible for. He’s suffered terribly ans still has faith and loves to the depth of his soul. Then there is Roarke from JD Robb’s In Death series. That gorgeous Irishman & his sexy brogue. Another fierce protector of his loved ones.And now after reading only an excerpt I’m adding Saint. He’s obviously gorgeous. Self sufficient and confident. He lso has a redeeming quality in that he denys her because it’s not “her scene”. Love him already. :).
    Carol L
    Lucky4750 (at) aol (dot) com
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    Her scene.

  9. Teja K.

    Yes, I have him like a book boyfriend for almost 7 years now. His name is Zsadist and I just love him. <3

  10. Artemis

    Great post!
    I am currently reading DIvergent by Veronica Roth. I live Four very much. Because he speaks by his actions and not by words.

  11. Charlene E

    Mickey Donovan from Soaring by Kristen Ashley! He’s alpha while also being kind, caring, affectionate and loving. Perfect book boyfriend material!!!

  12. Lisa M

    not currently … I’ve enjoyed reading about some pretty hot men lately but haven’t fallen for a character in a while

  13. Jessica Alcazar

    My latest book boyfriend would have to be Saxon Gray from The Hellfire Riders MC by Kati Wilde. GAH, he was just so…everything! … protective, romantic, loyal, commanding, beyond alpha badass, sweet, tender …. you get the picture!

  14. BookLady

    Love paranormal romance and my book boyfriend is Acheron from the Dark Hunter series by Sherrilyn Kenyon.

  15. Robin the Book Nerd

    So hard to pick a top Book BF… That is the great thing about books I can have dozens of BFs and they never find out about each other. 🙂

  16. isisthe12th

    I love Henry DeTamble from The Time Traveler’s Wife because of the true love he has for his wife and daughter.

  17. Kathleen O

    Don’t have a current one right now.. But Jack Sheridan from Virgin River series comes to mind.. He is just such a great guy and I know we could be BFF’s.

  18. orchid7

    Nope- no current book boyfriend. I don’t really think of them that way. I just enjoy their stories, then release them for another.

  19. dutcheja

    Dillon Savich from Power Play by Catherine Coulter. He is so in love with his wife and very protective. I would love to have someone that cares about me like that.

  20. Jennifer Taylor

    Kellan Kyle from Thoughtless series and Teren Adams from Conversion By: S.C. Stephens.

  21. Kim

    Remy is still my top book boyfriend! I love how he uses music to show his feelings for Brooke and how protective he is of her!

  22. evejeann

    Right it is Romeo from #hashtag series by Cambria Hebert. I love how protective he is of Rimmel and love the opposites attract storyline

  23. Glenda S. Hefty

    I don’t know that I’d call anyone my book boyfriend but I do have favorites like Roarke in the In Death series by JD Robb and I like Ranger in the Stephanie Plum books which make me laugh.

  24. Betul E.

    Archer Hale (Archer’s Voice by Mia Sheridan) & Sebastian ‘Baz’ Stone (A Stone in the Sea by AL Jackson)

  25. Rakisha Kearns-White

    My current book boyfriend is Will from Christina Lauren’s Beautiful Player because he was smart, sweet, thoughtful, well dressed, and a great “sex” teacher to the heroine.

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