Happy Release Day to Samantha Towle
and her new standalone, REVVED!
You will LOVE Carrick Ryan!!!
#BreakTheRules #ToTheLimit
Title: Revved
Author: Samantha Towle
Release Date: March 24, 2015
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…
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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.
Oh. Wow.
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.
Fuck.
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.
Typical man.
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.”
New York Times, USA Today, Wall Street Journal and international bestselling author Samantha Towle began her first novel in 2008 while on maternity leave. She completed the manuscript five months later and hasn't stopped writing since.
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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