Published by Self-Published on March 17th 2015
Genres: Contemporary, Romance, sports
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Race car mechanic Andressa "Andi" Amaro has one rule—no dating drivers. With a good reason behind the rule, she has no plans on breaking it.
Carrick Ryan is the bad boy of Formula One. With a face and body that melts panties on sight, and an Irish lilt that leaves women on their knees, begging for more. He races hard and parties harder. The youngest driver to ever sign with F1, he’s still at the top of his game five years later, breaking hearts on and off the tracks.
When Andi is offered her dream job working in the glamorous world of F1, she leaves her home in Brazil, positive she can handle working for Carrick. But she’s not prepared for the off-the-chart sparks that fly the moment they meet.
Now, Andi has a crush on the one man she can’t have, and her resolve is about to be put to the test, because Carrick has decided he wants Andi, and he plans on testing her to the very limit…
Reviewed by Joanne
Over two years ago, on a cold Sunday in December, I picked up my kindle and started reading a book about a journalist and a rock star, I was so engrossed in it that I didn’t move from the couch until I was done hours later. That book was The Mighty Storm by Samantha Towle, and history repeated itself this Sunday when I picked up Revved!
I’ve never read a book set in the world of Formula One racing, I’ve never been interested in F1 at all. It’s always been that annoying noise in the background on a Sunday afternoon, but I was hooked from the explosive prologue, and couldn’t put it down until the book was finished. I loved that the setting was different to the usual books I’ve been reading, in that the hero Carrick was a Formula One race car driver, and our heroine Andi was a female mechanic in a very male dominated world.
I loved how confident Andi was, and the relationship she had with her ‘Uncle John’ who was a father figure to her. There were times when I just wanted to shake some sense into her though. Her reluctance to get involved with Carrick was understandable but I wanted her tell him her fears, so that he would understand instead of the poor guy feeling confused and hurt.
I laughed at how Andi quickly put Carrick in his place at their first meeting, but after that, they settled into a friendly relationship which was really quite sweet. The banter they had with each other was funny, but there was always the underlying attraction, smouldering away and I knew it was only a matter of time before they caved.
“I can’t do this anymore, Andressa. I thought I could handle just being your friend, but I can’t. I’m tired of pretending, pretending that I don’t feel what I feel for you. I want you, and it’s not going away. And I know you feel the same. I can see it in your eyes…feel it in your body.”
Now we get to the man himself…. O.M.G. Carrick Ryan! HOT DAMN! *fans self* He’s the star of Formula 1, the young Irish boy done good. He’s not used to women saying “No” to him so when Andi fails to succumb to his charms he’s bemused. He was so confident and cocky yet as the book went on you could see he has a vulnerable side, the side no one gets to see. He’s afraid of rejection so Andi blowing hot and cold with him has his emotions all over the place. I really felt for him when Andi would get cold feet and try to bail out, and I wondered how much more he would be able to take.
“From the moment I met you, Andressa, I thought you were strong, maybe the strongest person I’d ever met, and I admired that about you.” He lets out a staggered breath. “But I’ve come to realize something.” He leans in to me, his face close to mine. I suck in a breath at the absolute blackness in his eyes, feeling it closing in all around me. “You’re not strong. You’re a fucking coward. And I’m done.”
There are so many things I want to mention, but I don’t want to spoil the story. I’m going to throw some words out that will sound random now but once you read it, you’ll know what I mean….. Lightning McQueen, the stairwell, and the car auction are all words that stir up my emotions just thinking about the scenes that they refer to.
In a nutshell, this book had everything I like in a story. I cried, I laughed, I seethed, I cheered, and I nearly combusted! The chemistry between the two main characters was smoking hot, and I loved every minute of it! If you’re looking for a fast paced standalone story with a feisty heroine and a hot, cocky but sensitive hero then this is your book.
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.”