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Blog Tour, Bonus Scene and Giveaway: Revved by Samantha Towle

Posted on 8 April, 2015 by in Blog Tours, Giveaways, Review, Samantha Towle / 11 comments

Blog Tour, Bonus Scene and Giveaway: Revved by Samantha Towle

Blog Tour, Bonus Scene and Giveaway: Revved by Samantha TowleRevved by Samantha Towle
on March 17, 2015
Pages: 410
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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…

Today is the last day of the REVVED tour – we hope that you have been enjoying what the blogs have been saying about this new Samantha Towle book which we loved! We have an extra special treat for you – a bonus scene in Carrick’s POV – the first day they meet! Samantha writes the male POV SO WELL. We hope you enjoy it! Share with your book friends who also loved this book!!!


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What can I say about Samantha Towle books? I have loved her since I picked up The Mighty Storm and with each book, her stories and writing just get better and better.

I LOVED Revved! Admittedly I have never read any books with Formula 1 car racing before so I found this aspect to be fun, exciting and fast paced. Similar to the relationship between Carrick and Andi (Andressa), car racing is turbulent, heart pounding and unforgettable. This book was angsty, sexy and simply delicious fun. Samantha knows how to write panty melting heat and characters to fall in love with.

As this post is long because of the bonus scene below, I will keep my review brief. Everything you need to know about the characters is in the blurb and I don’t want to ruin the story for you as you should experience it for yourself. But I will leave you with this….

I love the push and pull of angsty stories. It’s why I am drawn to them. The passion and tension that exudes from the pages gives me heart palpitations like no other. Andi is strong and independent and I absolutely loved how she put this cocky, always a winner Carrick in his place. But even more than that, I enjoyed watching this couple move from friend zone (which they were clearly anything but friends), to facing their fears and allowing love to come through. Yes sometimes frustrating, and emotional and painful. But this is what makes a good book  – it makes you feel.

Samantha has given us another racing hot, heartfelt romance story that you will enjoy and not want to put down. For those of you who have already met Carrick and for those who have not, enjoy the bonus scene from his POV below and see why many women have already fallen for this sexy and famous Formula 1 racer!


The Meet



Bedfordshire, England


My phone pings an alert. I pull it from my pocket, seeing yet another news story about me shagging Charlotte.

I let out a sigh. I royally fucked up there—not just because of the shitstorm I caused for Dad and the team, but also with the fallout with Rich.

Believe it or not, I actually liked the guy.

But when his girlfriend was down on her knees, asking to suck my cock, I wasn’t exactly going to say no.

Story of my fucking life.

Swiping the screen, I read the headline.

Nothing new. Just Charlotte trying to cash in as much as she can.

Guess I can’t blame her for that.

Shoving my phone back in my pocket, I push open the door to the garage. I breathe in the smell of home and hear David Guetta’s “Dangerous” playing on the radio. I just need to talk to Ben about—

Holy fucking shit.

There’s a girl—sorry, let me rephrase. There’s a tight arse and legs—long fucking legs that would look excellent wrapped around my waist—sticking out from under the hood of my car.

Why is there a hot chick bent over my car?

Wait, how do I know if she’s hot? She might not be hot. I can’t see her face from here.

Who am I kidding? You can’t have a bum and legs like hers and not be hot.

Who is she?

Maybe she’s here with one of the guys?

Nah, no way. This chick has the body of a supermodel. She’s no mechanic’s girlfriend.

I can only hope. I pray to fucking God she isn’t.

I have a pretty good image going on in my head right now of me standing behind her with my hands gripping those hips while I pump my cock in and out of her.

Fucking perfect.

And I have to have her—now.

Listen to me, I haven’t even seen this chick’s face, and I want to bang her.

She might not be pretty.

She has to be pretty.

Guess there’s only one way to find out. I’m going to go over there, and when she turns around, showing me that face of hers, I’ll charm those tight jeans right off of her.

If this goes as I plan, which most things do when it comes to women, I’ll be fucking her within the next ten minutes.

My dick hardens at the thought.

Game on.

I walk over to her, my eyes glued to her arse the whole time. My cock grows harder the closer I get to her.

By the time I reach her, I’ve mentally undressed her and fucked her twice.

She’s going to be an alley cat in the sack. I just know it.

Stopping a few feet away, I watch her as she cutely pokes around my engine, trying to look like she knows what she’s doing.

“Please tell me that you’re my birthday present.”

That’s your opening line, Ryan? Really, well done.

I see her body stiffen at the sound of my voice.

Please be pretty.

She turns her head.

She’s not pretty.

She’s stunning.

Thank you, Jesus. And my imagination hits full throttle at the sight of those pouty full lips, and I picture me kissing them, fucking them.

As I lift my gaze, eyes the color of chocolate meet mine. I see something flicker to life in them, a look of shock, and whatever she’s feeling, I’m feeling it, too. It shocks through me like an electrical surge, but it’s not the usual hit of lust I feel when connecting with a woman I want to fuck for the first time. No, this is different…new. And it only reaffirms that I have to fuck her—now.

Moving out from under the hood, she stands to face me.

My eyes, of course, go to her tits, snug in her tight little T-shirt.


I can see they’re firm and perky.

And her nipples are hard. It’s definitely not cold in here, so I’m guessing she’s pleased to see me.

I’m pleased to see you, too, sugar.

Happy fucking birthday to me.

This chick is like every single one of my wet dreams come to life.

My cock is fighting to get out of my jeans and inside of her while my hands are itching to touch those perky tits.


I’m pretty sure she just said something, but I have no clue what.

Focus, Ryan.

I lift my eyes to hers to find a flirty smile on her face.

Oh, yeah, she wants me.

But then, don’t they all?

“It’s your birthday?” Her voice is sweet and sexy.

I can’t place her accent though. It sounds English with something else mixed in there. Spanish? Brazilian maybe?

She does have an exotic look about her.

Lifting my lips, I give her my best smile, the one that never fails to get me laid.

“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?”

She slowly walks toward me.

My heart starts to beat faster with the adrenaline rush I always get when I know I’m on my way to scoring with a hot chick—and this one is the hottest I’ve ever seen.

I keep my eyes on her face. Honestly, I never want to look away again. She’s a singular kind of beauty…rare. And I’m the hunter who’s won the game.

I can just imagine those eyes of hers growing wide, filled with lust, while I’m fucking her like no man ever has before.

Reaching me, she presses her fingers to my chest. My body jolts at the sensation shooting through me, surprising the hell out of me.

The way she smells…it’s like cars and the beach on a hot summer’s day. If my cock wasn’t already alive, he sure as hell is now. But it’s not just my cock. My whole body and my mind are thrumming with alertness.

Nothing matters right now but having her.

Who is she?

She leans in closer, and I’m fucking riveted.

“Well…” she whispers in that honey-soaked voice of hers. “If you ever call me sugar again, you won’t see your next birthday. That’s for sure.”

Humor ripples through me. I tilt my head back, staring into her eyes. “Feisty. I like it.”

She takes a step back, dropping her hand from my chest, and I instantly miss the contact. I want her hand back on me. Actually, I’d prefer all of her on me.

“There’s nothing here for you to like,” she says with surety.

I almost laugh out loud at that statement.

I run my gaze down her gorgeous body, lingering on those amazing legs of hers. I have seriously never seen legs like hers before, and thanks to my job, I have spent a fair bit of time around models. But her legs…are perfection.

Utter fucking perfection.

I can’t wait to see them naked.

“I see plenty to like. Jesus…your legs go on forever.”

Her arms go over her chest in a defensive manner, and I get the quick impression that she’s trying to strike me out.

I don’t think so, babe.

I’m not one for giving up easily when I want something. Usually, this kind of shit—bagging a woman—comes easily to me, but this one is giving me the distinct feeling that she’s going to be a challenge.

I kind of like that. It’s refreshing.

My blood is pumping, my adrenaline surging, just like it does when I’m in my car on the track.

“I’m not your type,” she says in this haughty voice. She sounds like a strict schoolmistress.

I’d let her spank me any day.

I give her a confident smile. “Amazing arse. Great stems. Awesome rack. Beautiful face. Yep”—I nod—“you’re definitely my type.”

Her eyes darken, but a smile twitches on those pouty lips of hers. Those lips were made for sucking dick—my dick preferably.

“I would have thought stupid, gullible, and willing—of which, I’m none—would be more your style.”

I let out a laugh at that one, and I see her body react to it. She definitely wants me. She might be acting like she doesn’t, but she clearly does.

“We’ll see—on the willing part, that is.”

She sighs and turns from me before picking up her jacket from my car.

She’s leaving? “You’re leaving?”

“Looks like it.” She nonchalantly tosses the words at me like she doesn’t give a shit.

Well…that’s odd.

I’ve never had a woman react to me this way before. Women don’t willingly walk away from me—at least not before getting something from me. Namely, my cock.

And I like her reaction.

A lot.

“Give me your number.”



She must not know who I am. Maybe I should tell her. Women always want to fuck me once they know who I am. The name Carrick Ryan holds prestige.

But, for some weird reason, I actually don’t want my name to be the reason this girl has sex with me.

I want her to want me, not my name.

And I’m clearly losing my damn fucking mind over a hot body and beautiful face.

“At least tell me your name?” Now, I sound like a schoolboy.

Man the fuck up, Ryan.

She pauses and glances back at me. “Andressa.”


Beautiful. Just like her.


I see her smile. My persistence is charming her.

Maybe I should ask her to my birthday party tonight. Dates aren’t my usual thing, but I’d willingly change the rules this one time to get Andressa right where I want her. Specifically, I want her on her back with me inside of her.

I see Ben walking toward me. I flicker a quick glance in his direction and give him the eye, telling him to fuck off. I don’t need him interrupting right now.

“Ah, cool. You’ve met Andi,” he says to me as he passes by.


My eyes fly back to hers. “Andi?”


“But isn’t Andi my—”

“New mechanic? Yeah, that’s me.”

She’s Andi?

Holy fuck.

“You’re Andi…my new mechanic?” My mouth suddenly feels dry, but my cock is still very excited.

She tilts her head to the side and puts her hands on her hips. “I am.”

“Well, fuck me. I was expecting someone—”

“With a penis and a deep voice? Sorry to disappoint.”

Her words penetrate my dirty, dirty thoughts, and I can’t help the laughter that bursts from me.

Her face goes bright red, and it makes her look even more gorgeous.

God, the things I’m going to do to her.

Going in for the kill, I take a step closer.

Her breathing quickens, letting me know that I definitely affect her.

You affect me, too, babe.

I lower my voice as I say, “I’m far from disappointed. You’re beautiful, smart, feisty, and good with your hands. All my favorite things wrapped up in one hot package.”

And more.

She might be playing hard to get now, but I don’t have a doubt in my mind that I’ll be fucking her by the end of the day.

I mean, seriously, how long can a woman hold off on me?

I’m irresistible.

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About Samantha Towle

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.

11 Responses to “Blog Tour, Bonus Scene and Giveaway: Revved by Samantha Towle”

  1. Sue Fleming

    Awesome are we gonna get a book that’s all Carricks POV please please please.

  2. Betty

    This was AWESOME!!!! I agree with Sue. PLEASE give us a book that’s all Carrick’s POV!!

  3. Michele Welch

    Finished Revved this morning so was delighted with this little bonus bit.
    Absolutely loved the book. A perfect ending to a fabulous story. Samantha you certainly have a knack for writing about hot swoon worthy men.

  4. Pam Brooks

    Loved #Revved Loved #Carrick Loved #Andi Love you totally Samantha!! Another great book

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