Revved, by Samantha Towle


Grade: B

Doing it at: 39%

Catnip: Race Car Drivers, A Foreign Affair; Emotional Unavailability; Irish Brogue; Daddy Issues; Aftercare; Banging the Boss

Shame Scale: A little shame just because the cover makes it pretty obvious that it’s a doing it book.

Fantasy Cast: Adriana Lima; Max Irons

Book Description:

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… 

Mary: Raise your hand if you’re like me and bought this book because it has a great cover.

Cleone: The cover was the major selling point for me too, I had it bookmarked before I saw you pop it into the family library (thanks for that you stunning little sunflower).

M: The fact that it’s about an Irish race car driving manwhore was icing. Also: I used to date a guy with the last name Towle. I have googled Samantha Towle no less than three times to double check that she wasn’t a relative of his, because her name just seems really familiar to me (she does not appear to be).

The book starts out with a young Andressa (Andi) watching her Formula One race car driving dad die in a horrible explosion. I normally can’t stand books that do flashbacks in kid voice, but this one was not overly twee. Fast forward 14 years, and Andi is now a gifted mechanic, off to work on Carrick Ryan’s Formula One team with her uncle John. When she shows up, she realizes that Uncle John neglected to mention that she’s a woman, “because they wouldn’t have hired her if they knew.” Uhhh, John, even if it’s true, you’re not supposed to admit that out loud.

C: Well, its not because she’s a girl and they think girls can’t be mechanics, in Uncle John’s defense.

M: They wouldn’t have hired her, because Carrick Ryan, their golden boy and star race car driver, has gotten himself into lots of trouble lately for diddling the staff girls. Including bad press and a lawsuit. Andi is not only a woman, but she’s the half-Brazilian daughter of a supermodel, who looks just like her mother. Basically the kind of bait that no one wants to dangle around in front of Carrick.

C: Except for Uncle John, who is the closest thing Andi has to a dad now. He has no qualms putting the gorgeous lady in the path of the panty melting race car driver.

Carrick walks into the garage and sees Andi’s ass sticking up from the hood of his race car and drawls that he hopes she’s his birthday present. It sounds sleazy, but I found Carrick to be such a charming manwhore.

M: Carrick is ridiculously sexy. As he’s basically her boss and unabashedly checking her out, Andi tries to shut him down quickly, but Carrick is persistent.

“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.”


C: You know why she has great stems? Because she’s almost tall (5’9 isn’t officially tall), and can actually have legs that appear miles long. #BitterTallGirl

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M: Andi has a rule though – never get involved with a race car driver. Because they eventually DIE and leave you. Daddy issues, amiright?

After she turns down his offers to exchange bodily fluids repeatedly, Carrick seems to finally get the message and asks Andi if she’ll just be his best friend then. You know where this is going, right? Start the fuck countdown. They do all the cute things that friends would do – kart racing, drinking beers, romantic dinners in Singapore, snuggle up with bowls of ice cream and watch Pixar movies together… You don’t do those kinds of things with your friends?

C: I mean.. I kind of do these things with you…

Carrick tells her that he’s never had a girl be just his friend before and if they’re going to be friends they’re going to be best friends because he’s the best at everything. I should reiterate that I found him to be a very lovely book boyfriend. I kept googling videos of actors with Irish accents. For science you know.

M: It’s obvious to everyone including themselves that they want each other, and at this point in the book I was pretty much just waiting for Carrick to park the car in the garage.

When they hook up, she *almost* has a nipple orgasm 🙂

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M: That’s usually giggle worthy, but overall their hook-up was well above average hot, and more than made up for any exaggerated romance cliches.

C: After the very, very hot sex (SRSLY good work author who might be related to a guy Mary once made out with), Andi is all, “Thanks for the good time, that can never happen again.” Carrick is hurt because he’s never slept with someone he had feelings for before and they fight and it hurt my heart because this book was giving me major feels.

M: When Andi finally sees Carrick again, it’s with his new “girlfriend,” an awful bitch pop singer who looks coincidentally just like Andi. I had a huge problem with this. Big. HUGE. Especially since he freaks out at Andi for going to a party with another driver – at just the thought of her hooking up with someone else, when she’s just trying to avoid Carrick and his girlfriend. These kinds of double standards in romance novels are not cool. Men can drown their sorrows in pussy, but our heroines must stoically suffer alone.

C: The awful “girlfriend” is in a fake British pop girl group and I’m just assuming she was based on Victoria Beckham, sorry Posh, if you’d smile maybe you wouldn’t seem like such a villian-ness!

M: That’s who I was picturing too! Jinx. She just seems like the biggest crab in all the world.

I feel bad for Carrick though. It’s obvious that he’s crazy about Andi, and since she hides from him the whole reason she won’t give him a shot (her fear of getting attached to someone who might die), he’s left thinking it’s just him:

“The one girl that I want, and she doesn’t want me.”

C: I felt pretty much all the sympathy for Carrick, he keeps opening himself to Andi only to have her shut him out over and over. Her fears were understandable, but she never actually tells him her reasoning until very far into the book, and instead just lets him think she’s a stone cold bitch.

M: Poor Carrick, he pissed me off with Posh Spice, but he didn’t deserve Andi’s constant ups and downs.

C: The HEA in this one was saccharine in the best kind of way, it was like watching the very end of When Harry Met Sally where you’re so pleased that this couple got their shit together and are going to be in love forever and ever, so you’re all smiling and misty eyed.

M: I loved this book, enough tension to leave me guessing, a crazy hot hero, a likable heroine, and plenty of juicy parts.

But, there was one *tiny* detail towards the book that I got hung up on, when I was trying to picture Carrick as this hot Irish stud with a sexy brogue, but instead kept seeing NASCAR, and then he was described as wearing jean shorts at one point. Fucking JORTS.

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C: Mary is lucky that Carrick was a silver tongued devil and that there was #StairwellSex to get a girl over even the worst jean shorts horrors.

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