Revved Up Read Online Olivia T. Turner

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Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
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We were supposed to go to the Cheesecake Factory.
I had my heart set on an Oreo Dream Extreme Cheesecake.
I should have known better when going out with my delinquent cousin.
Instead of the Cheesecake Factory, she takes me to an abandoned factory.
There’s an illegal street race going on outside and she drags me into the middle of it.
It’s not my scene. At all.
So, I’m as shocked as my cousin when they choose me to drop the flag.
I’m terrified standing in the headlights while several rumbling engines wait for me to start the race.
I yank the flag down and all the cars whizz by.
Except for one.
Dillon Sanders—street racer, alpha badass, extreme hottie—is still sitting there, staring at me in awe.
The connection is immediate.
The sudden longing is intense.
We were made for each other and I know it in that instant.
The other drivers are racing around the curves, trying to win the prize.
But Dillon looks ready for curves of another variety.
And he looks ready to claim a different prize.
Me.

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CHAPTER ONE

Lara

“We’re not going to the Cheesecake Factory,” my cousin Tina says as we pull out of my aunt’s driveway.

I glance back at the safe-looking house with the soft lights and the comfy porch swing and hold back a sigh. This can’t be good.

My cousin pretends like she’s a goodie-goodie straight-A student, but I know the truth. Those straight-A’s come from either cheating or by paying someone online to do her homework for her. And the goodie-goodie part? Total fabrication. Last time she took me out to the ‘library’ we ended up in some dive bar where this fifty-year-old man named Cliff wouldn’t leave me alone. The ashes from his cigarette kept landing on my thigh and it burnt a hole in my favorite jeans.

I don’t even want to know where we’re headed now.

“You’re going to love this,” she says as she turns the corner and pulls the car over to the curb.

Clothes start flying. Her sweater comes off, revealing a tight belly shirt that’s more of a bikini top than a shirt. She lifts her butt up and starts wiggling her pants down her hips as she gestures to the glove compartment.

“Open it up,” she says. “There’s an outfit in there for you.”

I gulp as I reach for it, already knowing that if the outfit can fit in her crowded glove compartment, it’s not for me. I like being covered up, not completely exposed. Tina always calls me a prude. I like to think of it as having ‘old-fashioned values.’

I know it’s not the coolest thing to say, especially these days with the hook-up culture of Tinder that my friends are so obsessed with, but I don’t know… I’m just not really interested in all of that. I want to be with the guy who’s meant for me. Not whichever horny alpha-bro the algorithm chooses to serve up when I’m scrolling through the app. I’ve never swiped left once even though I’ve had the app for two years now.

I sigh as I open the glove compartment. Tight leather shorts that would barely cover my ass. The shirt is even skimpier and sluttier than I thought it’d be. It’s just mesh. See-through sheer mesh.

“Ummmm,” I say as I take the shirt out with two fingers like it’s venomous or something. “Where’s the rest of it?”

“It looks great with a sexy bra underneath,” Tina says as she grabs a tight mini-skirt from the backseat and starts pulling it on. “Or nothing, if you’re feeling extra daring.”

I’m feeling extra queasy.

“I think I’m fine like this,” I say as I stuff it back into the glove compartment and close it up.

She frowns as she looks me up and down. “You’re dressed for the Cheesecake Factory with your grandparents. Not where we’re going.”

I’m wearing a cute floral summer dress and maybe it’s not revealing, but it’s not that bad. Is it? I want to defend my outfit, but there’s a more pressing matter at hand.

“Where are we going exactly?” I ask with my stomach in knots.

Tina sits back in the seat now that she’s ready for a night of debauchery and throws the car into drive.

I gulp as we roll down the road, further and further from the safety of my aunt’s house. I’m staying with them for the weekend while our house gets fumigated. My parents went to Vegas for the weekend and I got stuck with Aunt Mindy, Uncle Joe, and my crazy cousin Tina. I thought we’d have a fun weekend of Scrabble, movies, and baking fun treats. I should have known. What the heck was I thinking?

“You’re going to love this place,” Tina says as she blows through a stop sign. A car honks from somewhere, but she pays it no attention. “Well, it’s not exactly a place. It’s more of an event.”

“An event?”



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