Blog Tour: Furious Rush by S.C. Stephens

Furious Rush
By: S.C Stephens

Release Date:
August 23, 2016

Publisher:
Forever 

Format:
Trade Paperback & eBook

Price:
$12.99 USD (TP)
$4.99 USD (eBook)

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Book Summary:

The first in an emotion-fueled, New Adult series from the #1 bestselling author of the Thoughtless novels! 

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... 

My Thoughts:

I love the Thoughtless Series by S.C. Stephens, and have been curious as well as anticipating what she would write next.  Furious Rush is a very different story.  There are no rockstars, or love triangles, but it's got a lot of romantic tension, a slow burn that pays off in spades, and a heart throb that will make your blood pump!

Mackenzie "Kenzie" Cox considers the race track her home.  Since she was a little girl, she's been riding motorcycles, and it's her passion in life.  Kenzie is ready for her first year racing for her father's team "Cox Racing Team."  Her father, Jordan Cox is an American Road Racing Legend, and it is a lot to live up to.  Unfortunately, Cox Racing is in financial straits, and her father never misses an opportunity to critique Kenzie and tell her how she can be a better motorcycle racer.  Her father is always in perfect control of his emotions, and he demands the same from his riders.  Instead of treating Kenzie like a daughter, he just treats her like the rest of the team.

One night, Kenzie gets a phone call from her good friend and team mechanic, Nikki.  Unfortunately, Nikki is in a predicament because she beat and lost on illegal street racing.  She needs Kenzie to bring her money.  When Kenzie arrives she is struck by the gorgeous and confident racer, Hayden Hays.  It irritates her when he calls her cliche nicknames, and they aren't off to the best start.

The next day, Kenzie is shocked when she see's Hayden on the racetrack that her father co-owns with a bitter enemy.  She learns that he has been hired on to race for Benneti  Motorsports.  There is a strict no fraternization policy between the two teams.  The consequences of being caught interacting with the enemy is termination from the riders respective racing teams.    

However, Hayden can't stay away from Kenzie.  She intrigues him, challenges him, and attracts him.  While Kenzie tries her best to avoid and dislike Hayden, he makes it impossible.  Little by little, he gets her to lower her walls, and pretty soon she finds herself in over her head!

Furious Rush was intoxicating, alluring, and downright butterflies-in-the-stomach inducing!  The dynamic between Kenzie and Hayden was so intense.  These two made each other feel alive, and complimented each other so perfectly.  I loved seeing Kenzie let go of her control and just feel when she was on the racetrack and in Hayden's arms.  I don't think that I would have been able to resist him for as long as she did!  Plus, I loved having a leading female character in a male dominated sport.  She was strong, ambitious, hardworking, and passionate.  

My heart broke for Kenzie's need for her father's acceptance.  She wanted him to be proud of her, and I think that is universal.  We all want out parents to accept and be proud of us.  My heart also hurt for Hayden.  He grew up in the foster care system, and for the most part was alone.  My heart melted when I saw how touched he was to have someone love him back.  Once you got Hayden's love, there wasn't anything he wouldn't do for you.  He was so selfless, and giving.        

My Rating:

I give, Furious Rush, by S.C. Stephens 4 Scintillating, Steamy, Igniting of the Senses, 'Race Me or Chase Me' Filled Stars!  I'm curious to see if Furious Rush will have a sequel.  The way it ended was a huge surprise, and I'd like to see what S.C. Stephens does with it.  Also, while it ended in a good place, there is still plenty of room for a very exciting plot, and questions that I still want answered.  I'm really not ready to say goodbye to Kenzie and Hayden!

Book Teasers:

Book Excerpt:

     “Do you have any idea who this guy is, and why the hell he’s on our track?” 

     Myles tilted his head as he thought. “Don’t know, but if he’s 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.” 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 couldn’t 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 Myles’s chuckle, I renewed my inspection of the racer. The new rider was fast, and ridiculously good—his 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 “triangle of daylight”—the space between his inside knee and the bike—was so beautiful that Dad would probably photograph it and hang it on his office wall. Considering the furious competition at the professional level—races were won or lost by mere seconds—and considering how much time, energy, and resources were spent on training new riders, I wasn’t 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 wouldn’t settle for anything less than amazing; he couldn’t afford to. Yet another reason I was feeling a profound pressure to perform. There was no free ride for Jordan Cox’s 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. “Not bad. He reminds me of you.” Frowning, I peeked up at him. His dark eyes sparkled with amusement. “No guts, no glory, balls-to-the-wall racing, like you have something to prove every time you go out there.” 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 who’d won the street race early this morning. What the hell was he doing here—on my turf—looking 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 went—as I’d witnessed last night by the swarm of groupies surrounding him while he’d 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 you—truly looking at you—nothing 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 couldn’t seriously be happening.

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About S.C. Stephens:

S. C. Stephens is a #1 bestselling author who spends her every free moment creating stories that are packed with emotion and heavy on romance. In addition to writing, she enjoys spending lazy afternoons in the sun reading, listening to music, watching movies, and spending time with her friends and family. She and her two children reside in the Pacific Northwest.

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