Review, Excerpt, Tour Wide Giveaway: Full Throttle by T. C. Archer

Genre: Contemporary, Romance, Suspense

Publisher: Etopia Press

Ebook

Words: 95,000

Book Description:

     Gail ‘Jimmy’ James is the first female NASCAR mechanic. As if competing in a man’s world isn’t tough enough, her bombshell looks belie her genius.

     Rising star NASCAR driver Rex Henderson is stunned to discover his new mechanic is smokin’ hot. Rex intends to own his own crew, but he must end the season number one if he’s to save his family and his dream. No female is getting in his way—especially his gorgeous new mechanic.

     Nothing Jimmy knew about Rex Henderson the driver prepared her for Rex Henderson the man. But Jimmy has no time to consider her feelings as Rex wins race after race, despite strange mechanical problems with his car. Whether sabotage or her inexperience, she must stay a step ahead of trouble if she’s to ensure future wins—and safeguard her heart against the handsome, Alabama race car driver.

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My Review:

5 stars

3 flames

     OMG what can I say?! A-MA-I-ZIN’!! There is action, suspense, and excitement in this book. As well as rushes of adrenaline for those NASCAR fans.

     Gail “Jimmy” James, being the best qualified mechanic Winston (team owner) could find after the dead of his head mechanic and a female at that, has a hard time being accepted by her team mates. Then strange things started to happened and her experience is called into question. But when a threatening note appears on her tool box that is when things go from “rookie mistake” to serious matters.

     Rex Henderson, driver of No. 14 and resident hunk, is attracted to Jimmy from the beginning but his racing comes first as his only desire is to owe his own team. But when problems start to come to the surface where they point to mechanical in nature he is put to the test on the faith he has for Gail. Also it comes to the light (at least to HIS light) how he truly feels for her.

     I really liked this book and that even when it was a romantic book not all was focused on the romance.

     The only thing I was disappointed on was that I guessed who was behind all fairly quick. But overall I loved the story. It was something new, different and refreshing.

Excerpt:

     “When do you expect the new mechanic?” he asked, eyes fixed on the photo. “I want to start testing the new Yates engine we bought for Daytona.”

     “We’ve already started.”

     Rex jerked his attention back to Duff. “You know I like to be around from day one. Emerson would have called.”

     “Rex, you need to know Jimmy is—”

     “I haven’t even met this guy and you’ve got him working on my car. Since when?”

     “Since Wednesday. Look, there’s something—”

     “Four days? I want to see what he’s done.” Rex tossed the photo onto Duff’s desk and turned.

     “Rex—” Duff jumped to his feet and started around the desk. The phone rang and he cursed. “Rex,” he called as he grabbed the phone. “Winston. Yeah, I got the pictures. In fact—”

     Rex took a left out the office door and strode past Emerson’s office, then past the office of the new accountant, Gary Blackeagle. The last office belonged to Brent Douglas, the guy who’d had Rex’s job for six years before he got caught with his pants down and a barely legal aged girl jammed between him and his locker.

     Rex pushed open the door to the garage and stepped onto freshly waxed concrete. Despite last year’s sting, his heart raced as it always did at the start of the season when he first laid eyes on the immaculate eight thousand square-foot garage.

     A dozen red, five-foot-tall toolboxes stood guard beside the uncluttered workbenches that lined the cinder block walls. No. 14 sat in the first assembly area on the right, awaiting paint and window netting. Rex slid his gaze along the trunk and over the top of the car. The new Chevy was his ticket to owning a crew next season.

     He started forward, then halted when a shapely figure in powder blue coveralls shifted into view. She bent over the engine like a real mechanic. What idiot had left his girlfriend to roam the garage alone? Rex dropped his gaze from the red ponytail to the feminine undercarriage on her fine frame and angled his head to get a better look. He couldn’t see her face, but judging by her body, her boyfriend had taste.

     She pressed against the fender and in closer to the engine, straddling the front tire like Daisy Duke at her finest. Ouch! The fabric of the coveralls stretched across the lovely curves of her buttocks, complete with bikini brief panty lines. Rex shook off an unexpected need to hook a finger under those panties.

     He crept to the car with panther-like stealth. She hadn’t emerged from the open hood when he leaned a hip against the fender beside her and drawled, “What fool left you alone in my garage, darlin’?” She stilled, and he ran his gaze the length of her five foot four body, then back to her taut rear end. He laughed softly. “You better come out before you get dirty.” Rex shifted his attention to the spark plug wire she gripped. He straightened in shocked anger. “What the hell are you doing to my car?”

     He seized her arm as she started to straighten and yanked her from under the hood. Her head struck the hood with a thunk. She gasped and Rex released her.

     “Ouch!” Her hand flew to the top of her head and vigorously massaged the spot. “Why did you do that?”

     “No one screws with my—”

     She jerked her head around and Rex’s mouth went dry when his gaze met gorgeous brown eyes tinged with fury.

     “That hurt!” She shoved back a lock of hair that had fallen loose from her ponytail and glared at him.

     Those were the eyes a cowboy found only in a dream—and in midnight encounters in front of a wood-burning fire.

     The sprinkling of pale freckles across her cheeks scrunched up when she wrinkled her nose. Her eyes narrowed. “Here, hot-shot.” She shoved the spark plug wire into his chest. “You put the plug wires on. You know the firing order of your Chevy V-8?”

     Rex raised a brow. “As a matter of fact—”

     “Let me get you started,” she snapped as she gave her head another vigorous rub, “one, five, two, eight…”

     “Look,” Rex retorted, “no one touches—” A hand clamped down on his shoulder and he whirled to find Duff standing behind him.

     “I see you’ve met Jimmy James, our new mechanic,” Duff said.

     Rex stared at the buxom figure, then faced Duff. “Mechanic? What the hell were you thinking? Even in those coveralls she doesn’t look like a mechanic. She looks like a…like a…hell, like she belongs on Sex in the City.”

     “Hey!” she exclaimed.

     “Her qualifications are top notch,” Duff interrupted.

     “Why didn’t you just paint her on the hood hugging the damn Cozy fabric softener rabbit?” Rex shot back. “That’d get Cozy to renew their sponsorship for the next ten years.” He pictured her, sheet thrown across breasts and hips, one leg sprawled over the rabbit’s belly. “We’ll get nothing done with her around,” he added tightly.

     “Winston doesn’t concur.” Duff turned Rex to face Jimmy. “Jimmy, this is your driver, Rex Henderson.”

     “I know who he is.” The lock of hair had fallen across her eye again. She jammed it behind an ear. “You ought to keep him in his cage.”

     Duff chuckled. Rex gave him a thin-lipped scowl, then leaned against the car and crossed his arms over his chest. Jimmy flicked him a withering glare. His groin pulsed.

     He ran his gaze down her body before meeting her fiery brown eyes again. “Only if you’ll be my cage-mate.”

     She drew a sharp breath and a camera flash lit the garage behind Rex. He whirled in time to catch a second flash in the eyes. Spots raced across his vision, but he made out the figure straightening from a crouch behind a workbench near the side door. The man lifted the camera to his eye and Rex jammed his eyes shut an instant before the flash penetrated his eyelids.

     Rex snapped open his eyes and started for the paparazzo. “I’m going to kick your ass!”

     The man pivoted toward the side door.

     Rex accelerated to a sprint with Duff close behind.

     The photographer bolted through the door. “Sex in the City!” He laughed, adding before the door banged shut behind him, “Cage-mates.”

     Rex slammed into the door a second later and flung it open as the photographer dove into the passenger seat of a beat up blue Subaru. Rex hit the asphalt at a sprint as the car leaped into gear, passenger door ajar. Rex picked up speed. The Subaru slowed at the end of the building and Rex thought he had him, but the car rounded the corner and accelerated toward the open gate at the entrance.

     Dammit. During the off-season, no guard manned the front gate. Rex cursed again and picked up speed. The paparazzo had probably followed him onto the property. He should have closed the security gate after he entered.

     The car leaped over the parking lot speed bump and hit the street, tires squealing as it hung a right and zoomed away. Rex slowed and stopped at the curb. The blue compact had reached the end of the block and took a hard left toward the freeway. Damn. He didn’t get the license number.

     Duff halted next to him, breathing hard.

     Rex glared at him. “What do you say now, Duff?”

     Duff’s gaze locked on the direction the car had taken. “I say all of Dallas will know what Howard Motors has up its sleeve by tomorrow morning, the rest of the world by supper time.”

     Inside the garage, an engine starter whined. Rex turned toward the garage and stared as the engine caught, followed by the roar of exhaust when Jimmy pumped the accelerator in short, quick stabs.

About the Author:

     T. C. Archer is comprised of award winning authors Evan Trevane and Shawn M. Casey. They live in the Northeast.

     Evan puts his Ph .D. to good use by writing about alternate realities, and Shawn channels the mythology and philosophy she studied during her wasted youth into writing about exotic places and times.

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