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My Thoughts:
The first thing that jumped out to me in Speeding Hearts is that the
female character has what is usually man’s job. I loved it! I loved that from the beginning
Stella was not the helpless, looking for love, needing a man woman. She was a woman who went after what she
wanted, even taking a job at her dream place of a racetrack.
Dean and Stella are best friends. I love that men and women can be best
friends, yes in this case their hearts were falling for each other. But I liked that they were careful. They were aware that moving beyond friends
could have a negative effect on their friendships and had to decide if they
were willing to risk that.
I knew from the beginning how Speeding Hearts would play
out. I could feel the attraction and love
between Stella and Dean. The HEA was a
sure thing but it was fun seeing how it would all turn out.
The Blue Collar Romance series is a fun series. Each book is written by a different author
with the setting of Oak Bend as the common theme. The characters are sweet, the heat is
steamy, and the love is a sure thing.
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Excerpt
Copyright 2021 Claire Wilder
As it turned out, work kept me busy enough all day that I didn’t have time to think much about Dean at all. Or at least, not much. I still felt the littlest fluttering in my stomach when I thought about tonight—he was going to come by the motel at seven-thirty and take me on a little tour of his hometown. It almost felt like a date. Except that it was my buddy, Dean. But those thoughts only happened a few times that day. Most of the time, I concentrated on working my ass off. By the time the closing time rolled around, I was shocked at where the day had gone. John gave me a begrudging nod as he left. He’d nitpicked my work all day, but before clocking out, he actually said, “You’re better than the last kid by a mile,” which I took to be the highest compliment. Freddie showed me how to lock up, which I’d be doing on my own a couple days a week, and then, mercifully, I was on my own. Throughout the day, a couple of drivers had come by to practice on the oval, and each time, I’d looked up longingly at the sound of them but turned quickly back to whatever engine I was working on. It was imperative I showed Colin what I could do. Now, with the track silent, I stood next to one of the nicer cars parked outside in the lot. I looked around. The place was completely deserted, and I happened to have the keys Freddie had handed me. The keyring in my hand, I knew, contained the key for this particular car. I’d seen Freddie drive it around front earlier. Colin had said I wasn’t supposed to go anywhere near the oval. But he didn’t say anything about not test driving any of the cars. I knew I was interpreting his words more liberally than his intention, but I was a grown adult, damn it. And what harm would there be in taking it in a circle around the lot? Just slipping behind the wheel made adrenaline shoot through my stomach. When I turned it on, I was nearly sick. For a moment, the adrenaline running through me went cold and slick. What the hell was I doing? I’d never actually gotten this close to my dream of racing cars before. I’d driven nice cars in my career, sure. I’d topped the speed limit on the highway a hundred times over. But actually sitting in a street stock car with my hands wrapped around the wheel, my foot on the gas, the stick in neutral… I wondered for the first time if this dream of mine was really mine or something I’d cooked up to show everyone how tough I was. No. This was mine. It had to be. Checking to make sure the car was in neutral, I revved the engine. It roared under me, making me laugh with the thrill of it. I did it again. Man, this felt better than sex. Not quite, but in the moment, it felt close. Then I chickened out. I cut the engine and got out, slamming the car door behind me. Then I raised my fists in mock triumph, imagining the crowd screaming around me. I even made the sound I used to make as a kid playing with my brothers. Then someone clapped behind me. I couldn’t help it, I yelped. Whirling around, my ponytail hit me in the eye just like it had the last time I was caught out here. “Shit!” I swore, both at the sting in my eye and the mortification at getting caught by the boss playing make-believe. But when I blinked, I saw it wasn’t Colin. The figure before me was tall. Broad across the shoulders. Covered in tattoos. Looking at me with a grin that made my insides melt into taffy. Dean.![](https://indiepenpr.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/10/flat-lay-bloggers-1.jpg)
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