Meet Maverick “The Avenger” Cage in Legend, the newest
stand alone in the REAL series releasing February 9th!
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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 townand
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.
* LEGEND is the 6th and final installment of the REAL series, but it can also be
read as standalone or after the three Remington and Brooke books
At Tate’s corner, outside the ropes, his coach whistles. “You two get some
headgear on. Stat.”
Tate’s lips curl rebelliously, and he looks at me with challenge in his eyes.
I smile back, a feral curl of my lips.
We tap gloves.
I jab. He swings his arm, blocks the hit, leaps back, and I jab again, blocked
We space apart and jump in place, shaking our shoulders, loosening up. I
pull my gloves back up, narrow my eyes, and he asks, “You think you’re the shit
because you’re fast and strong? I got news for you. I’m faster, I’m stronger, and
I’m disciplined. Your coach isn’t doing you any favors.”
“He’s in my corner, and that’s enough for me.”
He swings, I duck fast and come up behind him. He straightens and faces me
again. “If you settle for that, then you should settle for second place.”
“What the fuck. You want me to win?”
“I want a good fight. I like keeping things real. Reminds me I’m a man.
“I want to be a legend. Legends never die. Even if they die alone.”
He swings again, and I duck, come up, and jab three times.
He blocks repeatedly, then hooks with his right; I deflect. He grins and jabs
again. I block, then I duck before he puts me up against the ropes, and I head back
to center. He follows.“To be a legend you need to fall seven times, get up eight,” he says.
I remember a final a few years ago when my father kicked Tate to a pulp.
“Or not fall at all.”
He backs up his arm and then smacks the smirk right off me. “Before you
stop falling, you need to embrace the fact that you’re going to hit the ground.”
I clean the blood from my mouth, glowering.
We take positions again, and he watches me as if waiting for my next move
as we start dancing around, jumping, waiting for the other to strike.
“Do you want the headgear now?”
I lunge and start hitting, and he blocks, deflects, blocks. “Fuck you,” I grit
“Getting angry doesn’t help. You control the anger, not let it control you.”
I want to prove him wrong; I loop out my arm and aim for his head.
He ducks and hooks, his knuckles cracking into my jaw. I spurt blood and
bounce against the ropes.
I shake my head, wipe the blood away, grit my teeth and straighten,
narrowing my eyes. “My turn,” I growl, and I swing. My fist connects: a kidney
He blocks my next hit, frowning in thought. “You’re cocky for someone
who just lost yesterday.”
I dive my upper body to the side, evading. “You got to play it to become it.”
“I’m the champion, not you.”
“You won’t live forever, champ.”
He jabs three times, then leaps back, flexes his arm and looks at it.
“Muscle memory. You hit enough times, you fight on instinct; part of your
brain works on your assault, the other is focused on the other’s assault. Let your
muscle memory work for you and consciously stay focused on your opponent’s
I laugh mockingly. “I don’t need your pointers.”
“Go back home to daddy, then.”
“When I’m finished with you.” I punch him, then raise my left hook and
connect hard enough to stun him.
He raises his head, shakes it to clear it, and wipes blood from his nose. I
catch my breath, satisfied I got some blood. At least I won’t be the only one with
an ice pack tonight.
He sees the blood on his arm and looks at me, impressed.
“TIME!” his coach yells out from the corner. “You two won’t have shit for
the fight if you keep up this nonsense.”
Tate grins at him, then turns back and glowers at me. “You get enough?”
“Barely warming up here.” I squint the blood out of one eye and raise my
gloves. “Come get it, Riptide,” I growl.
Well, Katy Evans certainly likes to give herself a challenge doesn’t she? Writing a character to rival Remy fucking Rate. First instincts were that she wouldn’t be able to do that. One, he is the best fighter ever written. Two, he’s the best fighter ever written.
Well I’ll be damned of she hasn’t managed to blow my previous thoughts clean out the water. Maverick Cage is one Alpha, fithly talking, right winning hero.
It’s impossible not to make comparisons with Remy. He features a fair bit in this book, but that same intensity is there. That same primal need to own Reece is there. Maverick knows he wants her and he has the best ways of showing it. God! Some of the things he said to Reece had me gasping out loud. I practically melted at one point!
Reece in comparison kind of lacklustre at times. I’m not a fan of indecisive females and that tended to be her default for about 70% of the book. Her reasons for being that way felt a tad flimsy at times. But in her defense she is just 19.
I loved every word of this book. The emotion. The intensity. The romance. All of it.
The ending has to be mentioned. How on earth was Katy ever going to write this in a way that would satisfy everyone? It certainly felt like the right ending for me. Others may not agree but that’s the risk she was obviously brave enough to take. A risk I feel paid off. Even if I did have to read it with one hand on the kindle and one hand over my poor heart.
If you loved Real, this will be the perfect end to and the series. As sad as I am to say goodbye to all of these characters I couldn’t have asked for a better ending.
5 stars simply does not begin to do this justice.
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