Published by Forever on August 23rd 2016
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Too fast, too furious-and way too hot to handle . . . Mackenzie Cox has a lot to prove. Daughter of a racing legend, she is eager to show the world that she has inherited her father's talent in the male-dominated sport of professional motorcycle racing. The last thing Kenzie needs is to be antagonized by her rival team's newest rider, Hayden Hayes. Plucked from the world of illegal street racing, Hayden immediately gets under Kenzie's skin. His insinuations that Kenzie is a spoiled princess who was handed her career fuels her desire to win, and much to her surprise, Kenzie soon learns she performs better when she's racing against" "Hayden. As Kenzie and Hayden push each other on the track, the electric energy between them "off" the track shifts into an intense--and strictly forbidden--attraction. The only rule between their two ultra-competitive teams is "zero" contact. Kenzie always does her best to play by the rules, but when her team slips into a financial crisis, she has no choice but to turn to Hayden for help. The tension simmers during their secret, late-night rendezvous, but Kenzie has too much to lose to give in to her desires. Especially when she begins to doubt that Hayden has completely left his street life behind...
The first in an emotion-fueled, New Adult series from the #1 bestselling author of the Thoughtless novels.
I was drawn to this because, yes it’s SC Stephens. But also because of the central setting – the world of super bike Motorcycle racing. It’s a sport I’ve followed (due to my husband I’ll admit) and I’ve walked the pits and witnessed too many crashes. But I love the sounds of a race (when the riders pass in a group it sounds like a swarm of bee’s) and there’s the smell of the high octane fuel. There’s so much testosterone and yes I’ve been at a few races where there were a female or two racing (which is empowering). In this alone, this was a fun read for me and Stephens does an amazing job creating this atmosphere on the page. As for the character element, and because it’s an SC Stephens book, there’s a good bit of angsty love-hate-love drama centering around Mackenzie Cox (Team Cox) and Hayden Hayes (Team Benneti).
The story line is set up with a VERY personal feud between the two racing teams that dictates much of the plot. Hayden is off limits to her for many reasons but mostly it’s because he’s on the “family feud” racing team. But Haydens’ past is murky which makes him a potential suspect in potentially dangerous race related antics. But, these two do sizzle and share an instant connection that early on feels like it exists at the molecular level. Stephens does an amazing job of writing that feeling and impressing this upon the reader. For his part, Hayden’s initial impact on Mackenzie is to push her to be a better racer.
“Just the thought of hopping on a bike and going full bore against him had my heart beating quicker and my mind spinning with need for a different kind of excitement”
It would be hard not to notice that Hayden is the star of many fantasies, both on and off her bike (or the track), and Kenzie has a very active imagination. She’s also saddled with expectations and responsibilities; her father being the team owner and her role as a female and rookie racer all play into her psyche leaving her challenged on so many levels. Their are a couple of slightly repetitive scenes but the story is fast paced with the sheer nature of the setting and Kenzies’ mixed emotions. She’s rightly torn-up by her sense of loyalty to her family even though her father is a bit of a disappointment and I’m not convinced he’s worthy.
There are a host of secondary characters that drive plot changes (Nikki, Myles) and a few that add an element of suspense and danger (Hook-Up). And then there’s this Felicia. A girl that is apparently Mackenzie’s look-alike. Stephens is great at dropping her name into the story line building up the suspense of who she is and what she meant to Hayden.
In the final chapters, my imagination went crazy with the story line possibilities. A lot happens and the stage is set for maximum angst. It’s the sign of a great read; when there’s not a cliffhanger per se, but there is definitely a setup for what COULD be coming. It seems premature to worry about a follow-up, but I’m hoping that Stephens is already hard at work writing what comes next for these ill-fated lovers. 4 stars and recommendation!
~Review by Cyndi
Filled with angst, emotions, and high-speed motorcycles Furious Rush was everything I hoped for. It drew me in from page one and I couldnÔÇÖt get enough, staying up all night reading this gem. S.C. Stephens was able to transport me into a world I had no knowledge about and keep me entertained with itÔÇÖs fascinating depiction.
Mackenzie Cox is the daughter of a motorcycle legend, carrying the responsibility of saving her fatherÔÇÖs racing business. Kenzie is probably one of the strongest, yet at the same time weakest, heroines I ever encounteredÔÇöand yes, this contradiction weirdly enough worked for me. Kenzie is independent and fierce, but cannot resist the temptation that is Hayden Hayes, even if it means losing everything she worked for all her life, as well as her family.
Hayden Hayes is the epitome of bad boy. Leaving his street racing career behind him in order to pursue his dream of becoming a legit racer, he doesnÔÇÖt count on Kenzie complicating his life and dream. Hayden is full of secrets he reveals gradually, yet, when it comes to his want and and feelings for Kenzie heÔÇÖs an open book from the start.
I loved both Kenzie and Hayden. Their attraction was explosive, and even though they are all wrong for one another they canÔÇÖt stay away. Both full of contradictions, the only time their life makes sense is if when theyÔÇÖre together. But life, family, and circumstances try to keep them apart.
Furious Rush was a tale of letting go of obligations put on oneself by others, taking a chance, and fighting for what you want and believe in. It was so well-written, with complex and engaging characters, I felt bereft when it was overÔÇöonly because I wanted more. ItÔÇÖs filled with mysteries, questions, hot steamy sex, and love so profound you canÔÇÖt stay away from but will sacrifice everything for. While the ending left me hanging in the best way possible, IÔÇÖm hoping and praying weÔÇÖll get another book to satisfy my need for more.
~Review by Anja
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ÔÇ£Do you have any idea who this guy is, and why the hell heÔÇÖs on our track?ÔÇØ
Myles tilted his head as he thought. ÔÇ£DonÔÇÖt know, but if heÔÇÖs on the track before noon, your dad must have hired him. The Bennetis know not to break that rule. Not after what happened last time.ÔÇØ
The last time a Benneti stepped foot on our track before they were allowed to, that Benneti had found himself duct-taped to the flagpole in the middle of the track. Naked. Of course, the Benneti team had gotten us back by breaking all the windows in the garage doors. They were still boarded over, since we couldnÔÇÖt afford to fix them yet. For the sake of our bank account, Dad had ordered every Cox racer not to continue the paybacks, no matter how warranted they were.
Ignoring MylesÔÇÖs chuckle, I renewed my inspection of the racer. The new rider was fast, and ridiculously goodÔÇöhis setup on the corners was perfectly timed, and he kept his body low, hanging off the bike so that nothing was over the center line but his outside arm and leg; his ÔÇ£triangle of daylightÔÇØÔÇöthe space between his inside knee and the bikeÔÇöwas so beautiful that Dad would probably photograph it and hang it on his office wall. Considering the furious competition at the professional levelÔÇöraces were won or lost by mere secondsÔÇöand considering how much time, energy, and resources were spent on training new riders, I wasnÔÇÖt too surprised this guy was top-notch. With the upcoming racing season so close, any person Dad brought onto our team would be impressive. Dad wouldnÔÇÖt settle for anything less than amazing; he couldnÔÇÖt afford to. Yet another reason I was feeling a profound pressure to perform. There was no free ride for Jordan CoxÔÇÖs daughter; I had to earn my place, same as everyone else.
When number 43 finally finished his set and slowed to exit the track, Myles let out a low whistle. ÔÇ£Not bad. He reminds me of you.ÔÇØ Frowning, I peeked up at him. His dark eyes sparkled with amusement. ÔÇ£No guts, no glory, balls-to-the-wall racing, like you have something to prove every time you go out there.ÔÇØ He raised a dark eyebrow at me, but I remained silent. Having to prove myself was a daily occurrence, and Myles knew that.
The rider exited the track at the same place where we were standing with our bikes. He slowed to a stop directly in front of us, shut off his motorcycle, and removed his helmet. My jaw dropped to my chest, and my eyes bugged out of my skull. No. It was not possible. But the long-dulled desires starting to tingle back to life at just the sight of him told me it was possible. The man who was proudly wearing the number 43 was the same drop-dead-gorgeous man whoÔÇÖd won the street race early this morning. What the hell was he doing hereÔÇöon my turfÔÇölooking for all the world like he belonged?
In the bright sunshine, I could see that his eyes were actually a light shade of green. There was a devious glint in them that silently promised that every day with him would be even more intriguing than the last. Add that to his dirty-blond hair, rugged jawline, perfect bone structure, athletic build, and perfectly full lips that hinted at a treasure trove of untold pleasures, and you got a man who attracted a lot of attention everywhere he wentÔÇöas IÔÇÖd witnessed last night by the swarm of groupies surrounding him while heÔÇÖd been illegally racing.
No way. There was no way Dad had hired this guy!
Hopping off his bike, the stranger ran a hand through his sweat-soaked hair. The shaggy strands were sticking up every which way now, and the chaotic hairstyle was too damn appealing. A small groan slipped from me in my shock. Get it together, Kenzie.
His emerald eyes swung my way, taking me in, and I held my breath and stood a little straighter. Did he recognize me like I recognized him? Did I want him to? Damn it . . . what was his name again? And why the hell did he have to have such incredible eyes? Green with flecks of gold, penetrating and intense, like when he was looking at youÔÇötruly looking at youÔÇönothing else around him mattered. I could easily picture him studying the track with that unrelenting gaze. I could also picture him studying my curves with that superheated stare. Goddammit, no. This couldnÔÇÖt seriously be happening.
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