Revved by Samantha Towle
Standalone Contemporary Romance
I LOVE The Mighty Storm Series by Samantha Towle. So when I saw she had a race car driver book coming out, I couldn’t wait to read it. Once again, Samantha’s writing did not disappoint.
I enjoyed the angst filled story, I loved the characters, and I loved the writing. My problem? I basically knew the story from the first chapter. But I must say, that didn’t really detract from my enjoyment of the book. At first, maybe a little. But as I got to know the characters, I fell in love despite the predictable storyline. The amount of quotes I highlighted for this review was just a waste, because there were just so many awesome ones, I can’t even choose!
Andi Amaro is a female mechanic who looks like a model. When an opportunity arises to work on the #1 Formula One race team, Andi jumps at the chance. Carrick Ryan is the sexy manwhore driver on the team. He’s a major player, the bad boy of racing, and got involved with two other females on his staff recently, causing them to lose their jobs. Andi knows to stay far, far away. Especially because with good reason, she doesn’t date drivers. Ever.
The chemistry between them is instant. Even though she has rules, it doesn’t stop her from lusting from afar.
Not seeing him for two weeks while trying to dull my memory of him has only made seeing him now fresher, like I’m seeing him for the first time, and my crush comes back with a loud bang. I feel that bang in all my girl parts. Crap.”
“I swoon. I actually fucking swoon. I’m so pathetic.”
Carrick is a player, but as soon as he sees Andi, he wants her badly. She is unlike any woman he has ever met, I mean she knows cars and she’s hot!
But Andi will not break her cardinal rule. So Carrick has to settle on friendship. They become very good friends, but there is always a ton of underlying sexual tension.
When they finally give in, it’s explosive.
And I have to have him. Now.
Nothing but having Carrick inside me matters right now. The world could end, and I wouldn’t give a shit as long as I got to have sex with him first.”
But in the light of day, things start to look different. Andi is an idiot, and Carrick’s reaction is even worse….and so the angst fest and push and pull begins.
- Great story flow, I couldn’t put it down.
- Loved the characters.
- Long and juicy.
- Very hot sex scenes.
- Dirty talker.
- Very predictable.
- A little too much angst.
- A few too many British words I didn’t know.
- Cookie cutter romance characters (cocky, gorgeous manwhore race car driver and model looking mechanic)
Rating: 4-4.25 stars, 4.5 heat
The Down and Dirty:
Fuck…” he breathes. “You look…” He slowly shakes his head. “Actually, there aren’t any words to describe how you look right now.”
“So is that a good fuck or a bad fuck?” I fidget nervously, smoothing a hand down my dress.
“Every fuck is a good fuck Andressa–at least with me it is.”
I run my fingertips over the blue-and-silver paintwork as I walk toward the back end. Bending over, I start poking around, taking a look at the engine.
“Please tell me that you’re my birthday present.”
The Irish drawl has the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end.
I turn my head to find Carrick Ryan standing behind me.
He’s definitely better looking in the flesh than on television. I knew he was attractive. But blonds aren’t usually my thing. I’m more of a dark-hair-and-dark-eyes kind of girl.
But his dirty-blond hair, blue eyes laced with sin, and full lips—the kind of lips you spend hours sucking on—and that chiseled jaw decorated with stubble…yep, it all seems to be working for me. Well, my body anyway. Definitely not my head. Man-sluts are not my thing.
My eyes meet with his as he lifts them from blatantly staring at my arse. The look in them hits me straight in the gut, surprising the hell out of me. His eyes are profoundly blue and filled with heat. My skin starts to prickle as his intense stare burns me up.
I’ve never had such an instant visual reaction to a man before.
Take it easy, Andi. This isn’t a problem. You’ve met good-looking men before. You can turn this off. Drivers are a no-go area, especially ones you work for.
My job is too important to lose over a man.
Straightening, I turn to face him.
“Hello,” I say in my most confident and formal voice.
I get nothing back, and that’s because he hasn’t heard me. He’s too busy staring at my breasts.
I have the sudden urge to punch him in his handsome face.
But I won’t because I’m a professional. I’ll handle this in the best way I know when it comes to dealing with pervy dickheads like him.
“It’s your birthday?” I say sweetly, my smile a little on the flirtatious side.
He grins. “It sure is, and it’s definitely looking up now that you’re here. Are you going to make it extra special for me, sugar?”
He thinks he’s about to get lucky.
Far from it. Smarmy twat.
I tilt my head to the side, keeping the flirty smile on my face, as I walk up to him until there’s very little space between us. I press my fingers to his chest. God, that’s firm. I can feel the ridge of his muscles underneath my fingertips.
He’s tall, too, a good few inches higher than my five-nine. I’d say he’s six-one, which is tall for a driver, but he’s lean. He needs to be to fit into those cars. I bet, under those clothes of his, there’s nothing but toned muscle. Drivers have to be seriously fit, and Carrick Ryan certainly ticks that box on both counts.
Now, I’m imagining him naked. Great. Just fucking great.
I force my focus back to the now. “Well…” I lean in closer to him, hearing him suck in a sharp breath. I lower my voice as I whisper, “If you ever call me sugar again, you won’t see your next birthday. That’s for sure.”
He tilts his head back in amusement. “Feisty. I like it.”
I take a step back, dropping my hand from his chest. “There’s nothing here for you to like.”
His eyes run the length of me, lingering on my legs, the lusty look firing in them again. “I see plenty to like. Jesus…your legs go on forever.”
I wish I had something to hide my legs behind. Instead, I fold my arms to bring his focus up. “I’m not your type.”
Lifting his eyes back to mine, he gives me a confident smile. “Amazing arse. Great stems. Awesome rack. Beautiful face. Yep”—he nods—“you’re definitely my type.”
She has written contemporary romances, THE MIGHTY STORM, WETHERING THE STORM, TAMING THE STORM and TROUBLE.
She has also written paranormal romances, THE BRINGER and the ALEXANDRA JONES SERIES, all penned to tunes of The Killers, Kings of Leon, Adele, The Doors, Oasis, Fleetwood Mac, and more of her favourite musicians.
A native of Hull and a graduate of Salford University, she lives with her husband, Craig, in East Yorkshire with their son and daughter.
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