Review – Joy Ride by Lauren Blakely 

Joy Ride by Lauren Blakely

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I have a HUGE GRIN on my face because I went on one hella good Joy Ride: fast, fierce, and flowing with feels!!! There is nothing that gets my motor running like a feisty frenemies-to-lovers tale. Alluring and adrenaline-charged, Joy Ride is DESIRE ON FIRE!

This heart-racing ride marked me from page one…my sweet ADDICTION! Joy Ride gripped me hard, holding me in its clutches. The playful banter that blazed and burned between the hero and heroine was energizing and enticing…PURE JOY to read!!! This story was the match and I was the flame. Joy Ride lit a fire under me where I felt pumped with energy…ALIVE!

She’s far too dangerous, even though a part of me likes playing with fire.

Max and Henley are SMOKIN’ together!!! The banter blazes with heat and a bit of hate that fuels their pent-up passion.

“You think you’re the only game in town, don’t you?”

“No. But I’d like to know what kind of game you’re playing.”

The delicious push and pull of these combustible characters was my furious FIX!!!

“The rod is always ready.”

“Then lubrication won’t be a problem at all.”

DEAD!!! The humor infused with heat is a lust-filled and lethal combo that ignited me EVERYWHERE…fireworks ready to go BOOM!!!
Max and Henley’s connection and chemistry are COMBUSTIBLE!!!

I kiss her as if I’ve suffered without kissing her. She kisses me back the same way. We aren’t gentle. We aren’t slow. We touch with fire and anger.

That KISS is power and pent-up passion, a little hate meets a lot of heat. That kiss changes the game. GAME. ON!!!

My heart soars as if it’s rising in a hot air balloon.

Move over, Chase, because big brother, Max, owns me now!!! Max is one hot and heart-melting hero! I LOVED this ALL-ALPHA of a tall, inked, and gorgeous god. This tough guy has a heart of gold and I loved seeing Max’s story unfold.

Henley and Max together are downright ELECTRIC!!! While their connection is palpable and passionate, these rivals may get burned if they continue to play with fire.

I can’t keep playing with fire.

I have a serious addiction and her name is Lauren Blakely! This Rom-Com Queen rules the rom-com realm with romances that are fresh, fire-hot, and fun! Lauren Blakely is a rom-com beast!!! There is something special and comforting knowing that this author always brings her best…CONSISTENTLY CREATING ROMANCE GOLD!

Fierce and fabulous, Lauren Blakely bangs out male POV like a boss! This amazing author nails the all-male POV so hard that you’ll swear Joy Ride is written by a man…INCREDIBLE!!! With each smoldering and soul-soaring story Lauren Blakely writes, you’re GUARANTEED a TRIP to ROMANCE HEAVEN!

A book that BUZZES with energy and emotion, Joy Ride is romance with a fuel-filled boost. This book is the best buzz, a fast-car feeling of a high!!! My motor ran at full speed with my heart racing around the track! My heart raced, my belly was filled with butterflies, and my soul soared to the skies in this heated and heartfelt delight! Joy Ride revved up my engine, shooting sparks through me in a story that is UNSTOPPABLE!

Joy Ride is pulse-pounding, heart-hitting, and sweet-sighing goodness…ALL THAT and MORE!!! I LOVED every minute of this INTOXICATING tale that ignites and entertains every step of the way!!! Joy Ride unequivocally POSSESSED ME!!! 

Joy Ride is a ride every romance reader MUST take!!! This is a MUST-READ romance!!! Joy Ride is a GUARANTEED GOOD TIME!!! I’m still fueled by this romance, a fire that may burn forever.

🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 fresh and fire-hot stars

*** I received an ARC from the author in exchange for an honest review. ***

From the #1 New York Times Bestselling author of FULL PACKAGE and BIG ROCK, comes a hot & hilarious new standalone romantic comedy…

Let’s be honest, ladies. A good man is a lot like the perfect car. You want a hot body, an engine that purrs, and superior performance under the hood…for the best joy ride of your life.

I’m at your service. Ready to go all night long.

But then a wildly sexy brunette appears in my life and throws a wrench in all my plans. She’s fiery, she’s talented, she’s gorgeous, and I’d really like to know what makes her engine hum.

Henley also happens to be my biggest rival, and now we’re forced to work together every day on the most important custom car build of my career. The trouble is I can’t quite figure out if she wants to kick me in the lug nuts or beg me to give her a good, hard fuel injection. Until one night that question is answered on the hood of a sports car when she calls out my name three times. And we can’t seem to put on the brakes.
If sleeping with the enemy is a bad idea, how much more dangerous would it be to fall in love with her?

Henley Rose and a hot car go together like peaches and cream, like fine Scotch and a long, dirty night. Which means working with her was like walking into the Garden of Eden every single day. It was a test of willpower because the woman could craft a car as if it were an erotic dance.

Not a striptease.

Not an in-your-face pelvis thrust.

But a beautiful fucking ballet of a woman seducing machine. Those hands, the way she wielded tools, the intensity in her focus—it was sensual, and it was sinful, and it was this man’s fantasy made flesh.

Imagine what it was like working with her for one, hard-on year. 

I mean, hard year.

I survived the challenge because she had talent to spare. And I never treated her differently because she was a woman, or because I thought about her naked an obscene amount of the time. I treated her like anyone else—specifically, all the people I work with who I never ever imagine in anything less than full-on Siberian winter garb, complete with the thermals and Michelin Man coat.

“Black heart still intact.” I tap my sternum. “Same model as before.”

“I’d have thought you’d get an upgrade by now. Faulty parts and all.”

“No recall needed on the ticker. It works just fine in this cruel bastard.” I say, reminding her of the words she’d uttered the day she stormed out.

She arches a brow. “Shame. You should have let me replace it. I’m good at making all sorts of clunkers run better.”

Jesus Christ. She still takes no prisoners. “I’ve no doubt you have all the tools to fix anything, and if you couldn’t find the right one, you’d use a blowtorch.”

She adopts an expression of indignation. “There’s nothing wrong with using a blowtorch,” she says, taking extra time on the first syllable.

How the hell did I ever last with this woman? Before I can even fashion a comeback, she taps her toe against the tire on Wagner’s car. “I see you still like to make your cars with big, manly wheels.” 

I roll my eyes then make a give it to me now motion with my hands. “All right, Henley. Deliver the punchline.”

She bats her lashes. “What punchline?”

“Big? Manly? You’re going to say it’s some sort of compensation thing going on. That’s what you always said about the guys who wanted the biggest cars with the biggest wheels.”

She smirks. “Was I wrong in my assessment?”

I laugh. “I don’t know. I didn’t check to see how that added up for them.”

“Nor did I. My focus was always on the work.”

“As well it should have been.”

“That’s what you taught me.”

“I’m glad you learned that lesson.”

“I learned so many lessons from you.”

You can find this sexy standalone romantic comedy available across all retailers now!

✦Amazon US ➜

✦Amazon UK ➜

✦Amazon CA ➜

✦Amazon AU ➜

✦iBooks ➜

✦B&N ➜

✦Kobo ➜

✦Google Play➜

✦Amazon Paperback➜

A #1 New York Times Bestselling author, Lauren Blakely is known for her contemporary romance style that’s hot, sweet and sexy. She lives in California with her family and has plotted entire novels while walking her dogs. With fourteen New York Times bestsellers, her titles have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestseller Lists more than seventy-five times, and she’s sold more than 1.5 million books. In May she’ll release JOY RIDE, a standalone romantic comedy. To receive an email when Lauren releases a new book, sign up for her newsletter!



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