Hi, everyone! Welcome to the 2nd NA Crush Tourney hosted here at NA Alley!

Be aware there maybe spoilers in some of the advocate posts that support the new adult heroes. We’ve allowed the advocates to use excepts from their assigned NA Crushes’ books as well as other teasers, so just be mindful of that when you read the posts.

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(Real by Katy Evans)

Hello, lovelies! I'm Jessica from Just a Booklover, and this year I have the honor of advocating for Remy from the REAL series by Katy Evans. I know some people have read this series while others haven't, but mostly we're here to talk about how kickass Remy is. So I think I should just get to that, yeah?

Let's start with his personality:
He's very alpha, very protective, and when he wants something, he gets it. He's REAL. He's a good guy--a gentle giant would be a great way to describe him. He's determined and works his ass off to reach his dreams. And he'll do anything--ANYTHING--for his Brooke. His girl. His real.

But since my words will never be enough, here are some quotes from the books:
"You're mine and you need me, and I want you to please come the fuck upstairs with me."

In fact, he's so proud and driven that he's relentlessly taught his body to embrace it. He constantly pushes it to the limits, and I think his threshold for pain might be higher than that of any other athlete I've ever met...

He brushes my hair back and strokes my earlobe. "But if I'd known you existed, I'd have hunted you, I'd have caught you, and I'd have taken you."
"But isn't that what you did?" I ask, smiling.
"Exactly"--he bumps my nose with his, his blue eyes laughing--"what I did."

"I'm getting fat because of yo!" I laughingly squeak.
With a low, sexy chuckle, he lists me up as if I were just the pillow, then tosses the pillow aside, only keeping me to kiss. "You're beautiful."

He laughs in that deep, throaty way of his that makes my skin come alive and all the little hairs on my arms rise, then he kisses my lips in that boyfriend way of his where the kiss isn't meant to arouse us--but just to express some sort of connection--then he surveys me with those adorable black eyes that are now shining very, very much in entertainment.

And now, I think we should get some input from the woman who knows him best. Here's what Brooke has to say about Remy and his beautiful personality:

Remy, Remy, Remy, what can I say about the man who stole my heart the moment he leapt out of the ring to chase me? I knew he would sweep me away, I just never knew how deep and endlessly I’d fall for him. I’ve never, ever, met someone as passionate, as dedicated, and as fierce and untamed as Remington Tate. He’s the one man you know will fight for you, and the one man who inspires me to fight for him with teeth and nail, through thick and thin, blue and black, good and bad. I love his gentle heart, his fierce spirit, his relentlessness and the unexpected purity hiding behind his gruff manners. He’s a beast, a lion, a fighter, a father, my love, and the realest thing I’ve ever fought for.

Next up is looks. I'm going to be frank here, y'all. Remy is prime baby-making material. I mean, come ON. Look at him.

He's sexy as hell. Dear goodness. My own words can't even do justice for our blue-eyed lion, so I'm just going to move on to quotes:
My blue-eyed lion.
His black hair stands up devilishly. The inky Celtic bands across his muscled arms flex as he slowly sips on an electrolyte drink. I see his lorious tanned torso. Those sweatpants riding low on his narrow hips and revealing just the tip of his star tattoo. His bare feet. He looks hot, strong, and cuddlable, and the pulsing energy that seems to radiate from his very being feels like a magnet to me.

I admire his torso and his long, strong legs, his sculptured arms, his narrow waist and broad shoulders. Every muscle in his perfect body is so defined that you would know exactly where one structure ends and the next begins if you trailed your fingers along his magnificent form.
And as he turns even more, I see the washboard abs with eight squares--eight! Yes, it is impossible, but he's got them...and his face.
Oh god, I can't even take it.
The scruffy jaw. The brilliant blue eyes. The sexy smirk. The dimples. He's got a smile on his face; his expression, one that tells you he's got a whole lot of trouble planned for the evening and you don't want to miss it, is playful and boyish.

All that was quotes from Brooke, but maybe she has a little final thought on Remy's looks? Brooke?

Remington? I don’t think there will ever be a day when I look at him and not feel weak in the knees. He’s a god in every way and, judging by the female attention he gets, I’m sure he very well knows it! Everything from the glimmering lights in his eyes, to his cocky dimples, to the raspy scruff on his hard jaw, the tan, rippling muscles on his body, his perfect mouth; sometimes I catch myself staring at him unawares, letting myself enjoy his masculine perfection. I could just eat, drink, and breathe Remy Tate and never want anything else, he thrills me, he fills me, and best of all, he loves me.

Remy's a great guy. He loves hard, he fights hard, and he's 100% REAL. To give you more of a taste for our man, check out this video:

That's him. Our Remy. Protective. Strong. Fierce. Loving. REAL.

I cling to Remington, and he tightens his arms around me and slowly rocks me, his entire body shaking almost like my own as he speaks into my ear. "I got you, little firecracker, I got you right here in my arms."

Blow him a kiss, and he'll catch it.

Overcome with the impulse, I blow him a kiss.
He catches it and smashes it to his mouth.

Give him your hand and he'll give it a kiss.

Remington seems to take pity on her and seizes her hand. He buzzes his lips across her knuckles, and she begins to scream hysterically.

Give him your love and he'll love you back.

It hits me like adrenaline, like a shot of tequila that flies straight to your head, the way his fans love him. The way he loves them back. The way he loves me.

He's Remington Tate, people. Our Riptide. He may not be perfect, but he sure as heck is absolutely real.

So vote for Remy! And if you need a little more motivation, here are some final words from Brooke:

RIPTIDE! All the way! Remington not only the best book boyfriend, he makes the most perfect husband. I’m wearing my ‘Riptide’ colors right now. What will you guys be wearing on fight day?

Need even MORE motivation? Heck, even if you don't. Remy himself would like to say a little something:


(Archer's Voice by Mia Sheridan)

Hi there, our names are Donna and Willow and we are from The Romance Cover. We are truly honoured to be chosen as the advocates for our perfect silent boy Archer Hale from Archer’s Voice by Mia Sheridan. Our blog has been running now for 14 months, although we have been friends for a lot longer, we actually met on an Amazon Chat Forum page where we daily conversed about our mutual love of books. We are both avid readers and bloggers and love what we do.
How could you not vote for Archer… just take a look at his bio:
Name:                                    Archer Hale 
Eye Colour:                         Deep Whiskey Brown 
 Hair Colour:                        Wavy brown 
Build:                                     Lean, muscular and toned
Height:                                   6ft 2in 
Distinguishing Features:  Scar across his throat

Archer has some amazing attributes, he really is PERFECT…
Ardent – he is extremely passionate and fiercely protective, loves completely, a wounded healer.
Respectful – he sees the good in everybody, even if there is none to be found, he is humble, he has made the best of a bad hand.
Chivalrous – he is courageous, he is considerate, he is courteous and he is extremely loyal. He overcomes so much and really has to fight against adversity.
Honourable – he is honest, he has morals and principles, he is trust worthy and he has integrity, the world has not managed to sully our silent boy.
Empathetic – he is compassionate, he is extremely sensitive, wears his heart on his sleeve and there is a lot of heart there.
Romantic – this one speaks for its self, having no experience he just did what came naturally, bouquets of chocolates and sitting on a porch in a thunderstorm to protect his love are just two things that he did because he wanted to, because it felt right. He radiates romance, he gives completely, he really is that perfect.
He has many other fine attributes:- • A hard worker • He is pure • Intelligent • Protective • Selfless • He is the epitome of perfect, there is not one bad bone in his body, they broke the mould when they made Archer Hale.

Archer may be silent 
But actions speak louder than words 
His actions could move mountains 
But his voice will never be heard 

Archer may be silent 
But he communicates through sign, through love and through his eyes 
His heart is pure, his soul divine 
Excels in all he tries

 Archer may be silent 
Forgotten, ignored, avoided, shunned, no-one ever tried 
To communicate to befriend to love 
 He was left to his own devices, to be alone, unloved to hide 

Archer may be silent 
But Bree took that leap of faith and uncovered what was hidden
Archer Hale, the man, the friend, the lover, our perfect silent boy 
She nurtured, befriended, communicated even though it was forbidden 
Archer Hale, the man, the friend, the lover…enjoy  

If you need convincing further, here is one of our favourite scenes…
“Archer was leaned back, looking at me as I stared at him. My heart started pounding as I took in his drenched form, his jeans and white t-shirt plastered to his body. Oh God , he must have walked here in the downpour. I only hesitated for a second before I hurried to the door and flung it open to the sound of the rain pounding the ground in front of my porch. A loud clap of thunder shook the cottage and I jumped slightly, causing Archer to take a step toward me. What are you doing here? I asked. You don't like thunderstorms, he answered. I tilted my head, confused. You walked a mile in the rain because I don't like thunderstorms? He hesitated for a second, looking away, frowning slightly. Then he looked back at me and said simply, yes. He paused, his expression pained. I know I'm probably the last person you want to see right now, but I just thought if I sat on your porch, you wouldn't be scared. You wouldn't be alone. Oh God. I couldn't help it, my face crumpled and I started to cry…for those few minutes, it was only me and him, and nothing else.”
Still not sure…
“I walked her to the front door and slid my flip flops on, noting that I needed to throw the rotting roses sitting on the table by my entry, into the garbage. When I opened the door, I immediately saw something sitting on the mat on my porch. Confused, I bent down and picked it up. I sucked in a breath and then started grinning. It was a "bouquet" of Almond Joy candy bars held together in the middle with a little piece of string, tied neatly in a bow. I turned it around in my hands, grinning stupidly, happiness blooming in my chest. I guessed this was an apology? Or… a gesture of friendship? What exactly did it mean? I groaned . This man! I laughed out loud, hugging the candy bars to me and then standing there grinning like a fool some more. Awkward boy. Sweet, silent Archer Hale.”
Surely you don’t need any further convincing…
“Not only did he know how to make me wild with desire with his hands and his tongue and his impressive male parts, but he knew that when he scratched the backs of my knees with his short fingernails, I would purr like a cat, and that it relaxed me entirely when he ran his fingers through my hair. It was as if my body was his instrument and he learned to play it so perfectly that the melody vibrated within my very soul. Not only because of the pleasure he brought, but because he cared so much to know every little thing about me. One day, he put a bowl of potato chips out while I was preparing us lunch and as I snacked on them, I noticed that they were all the folded ones that I loved , but usually had to hunt for. I looked down at the chips and then up at Archer, confused . "All these chips… they're all folded," I said, thinking I sounded crazy. Aren't those the ones you like? I nodded slowly, realizing that he had gone through several bags of chips to collect the ones I liked the best. And realizing that he had noticed that small fact about me at all, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. But that was just Archer. He wanted to please me, and he'd do anything in that effort.”
And finally…
“I'm here for you. I'm here because of you . I'm here because you saw me, not just with your eyes, but with your heart. I'm here because you wanted to know what I had to say and because you were right… everyone does need friends...and he raised his hands and signed, I Bree you, and I laughed and signed, I Archer you. God, I Archer you so much.”
Finally…acceptance…now please speak up for our silent boy…vote with your fingers. Vote for Archer Hale, he is so deserving, so pure, so perfect, the ideal NA Crush, the one man you wouldn’t be ashamed of taking home to meet the parents.



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