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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)

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Things heat up on and off the track when the first female driver in Formula International history goes head-to-head with one of the sport’s biggest names. Formula Dreams is a high-speed enemies-to-lovers standalone romance.

Francesca Accardi is rewriting the record books at Titans Racing. With the first female team owner in her corner and the weight of history on her shoulders, she knows the only way to silence doubters is to win. Every lap. Every race.

Ronan Barnes dominates on Sunday and dares the world to judge him on Monday. Arrogant, electric, relentless, he has no time for niceties—or for the rookie who refuses to yield. Forced together for press tours and charity laps, their sniping becomes a spark neither can shake. But rival teams don’t tolerate distractions, sponsors spook fast, and one misstep could cost Francesca her seat and Ronan his shot at the championship.

When Ronan’s private life—and his mother’s addiction—become an issue he can no longer avoid, Francesca is there as his emotional support. Compassion cracks his armor. He defends her in the paddock; she stands beside him when it matters. Enemies become allies. Allies become something no rule book can define.

With a title on the line, they must her hard-won seat, his crown, or a future together—if they dare cross the line

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CHAPTER 1

Francesca

Suzuka City is home to the Japanese Global Prix circuit and has often been called the holy grail of motorsport. The figure-eight track was built in the early sixties as a test track for the major Japanese automotive titans and is known to be a significant test of a driver’s skill.

It’s the kind of race that reveals the drivers who truly belong in Formula International.

There are three tiers in Formula International. FI3 is where you learn how to race professionally—still brutal, still competitive, but more forgiving. FI2 is the true proving ground with heavier, faster cars and tougher competition. You either stand out or you vanish. My entire life in this sport has been a battle and I’ve clawed my way to the top by winning in wet conditions, passing veterans who thought I didn’t belong, and learning to hone my mental fortitude.

Now I’m in the top tier and the first woman in Formula International. I’ve got more to prove than I ever have.

I’ve raced Suzuka before—both times at the FI2 level—but leveling up to FI means my car is faster and stronger. That means the track is more dangerous. In FI2, the car gave me room to breathe, a steppingstone to the big leagues. Engines maxing out at 620 horsepower and top speeds of 322 kilometers per hour made for decent grip and control as you slingshot yourself around the track. You could even afford a slight misjudgment here or there and come away relatively unscathed.

FI doesn’t give second chances. These machines are heavier and hit 370 kilometers per hour on the straights. They corner with twice the downforce and pull Gs hard enough to leave bruises on your body. A millisecond of hesitation and you’re in the wall.

So while I’ve raced this before and have done sims of this track more times than I can remember, it’s a completely different beast today. One that could devour me whole.

The reality of that comes in waves. Sometimes it feels like it might drown me—the high expectations of Titans Racing pressing onto my chest like a cinder block. But there are times it sharpens and clears my focus.

Today… I’m not sure which version of the pressure I’m holding. Probably both.

The scent in the trailer is doing weird things to my nose. It’s a combination of rubber, oil and the faint trace of citrus from a diffuser someone plugged in near the engineering bay. I’m not sure I like it.

The air is electrified with excitement but tempered with tension. Calling this building a trailer is probably an understatement. It’s a custom-built, climate-controlled paddock unit that was flown here to Japan in a cargo plane. It’s one of several the Titans’ team hauls from circuit to circuit and they are plush. Inside, everything is lined in deep purple, gray and white, and there’s framed art that hangs on the walls. The team’s branding is everywhere, from the telemetry screens to the stitched Titans’ logos on every chair back.

It’s all stacked together with different areas like the garage, the briefing room, data stations, private space to suit up, and a hospitality suite that provides breakfast, lunch and dinner. It takes upward of a hundred people for every race including engineers, mechanics, electricians, pit-stop crew, caterers, waiters, chefs and medical staff.

Oh, and two drivers—me and Nash Sinclair.

When Brienne Norcross bought the Titans racing team last year, the reported figure was close to eight hundred million. And that’s just the acquisition cost. Running it? Easily another two hundred and fifty million a season once you factor in car development, travel, personnel, engineering, simulator tech, and media. The engines alone are worth several million each. The cars—built from handlaid carbon fiber, titanium and leading-edge tech—cost more than private jets and crash way more often.

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Formula Freedom (Race Fever #3) Read Online Sawyer Bennett http://www.booksnovels.com/formula-freedom-race-fever-3-read-online-sawyer-bennett Sat, 30 Aug 2025 08:35:34 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/formula-freedom-race-fever-3-read-online-sawyer-bennett Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Sports Authors: Sawyer Bennett Series: Race Fever Series by Sawyer Bennett
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Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71396 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)

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The Race Fever series from New York Times Bestselling Author Sawyer Bennett continues as one of the hottest drivers to hit the Formula International circuit makes waves across the racing world in Formula Freedom, a forbidden romance standalone.

Reid Hemsworth is still a relatively new face in the racing world but hasn’t wasted any time making a name for himself. No stranger to standing on the podium, Reid’s success isn’t all champagne showers and post-race parties. He may be considered a rising star in the sport, but to his brother, Lance, Reid stole his chance at racing glory and that can never be forgiven.

Lara Candlish grew up with the Hemsworth brothers, the three of them wasting away the hours of their youth riding waves together in the Australian surf. But as they got older and Reid’s career started to take off, their trio splintered under the weight of Lance’s jealousy. In the end, one brother had the career and one got the girl, but they both wanted what the other had.

When Lara finds herself trapped in an increasingly volatile relationship, she turns to the one man she knows she can trust above anyone else—Reid. Harboring deep feelings for much of his life, Reid doesn’t hesitate to bring Lara into his inner circle to provide her with the safety that she needs, no matter how much that might infuriate his brother. Their forced proximity quickly uncovers feelings he thought he’d left behind and Reid is prepared to act on them. But when his brother finds out that Reid now has the career and the girl, the situation goes from bad to worse.

As the relationship between Reid and Lara intensifies, so does the danger, and one truth becomes abundantly clear. Reid will stop at nothing to protect the one thing he now knows he can never live without—Lara

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CHAPTER 1

Reid

Tonight, I’m standing in the middle of a private rooftop party in downtown Melbourne, surrounded by glittering city lights, champagne flutes and a crowd that reeks of wealth, ambition and the desperate need to be seen. I’m Australian—born and raised in Torquay—but Melbourne is my favorite city. It pulses with a kind of effortless cool that speaks to me. It’s my second full season on the FI circuit and the third race of the season is just three days away. The cars are faster in FI and so are the social events. This is a time for the drivers to mingle with the corporate sponsors and it’s not a part of the job I mind. I’m a natural extrovert and enjoy talking to people.

Of course, you have to balance that with keeping your focus sharp because truly… winning races is the best PR move anyway.

The city has come alive with Formula racing fever. Banners for the Melbourne Global Prix drape across every corner and the streets are filled with fans wearing their favorite team gear. We start practice rounds day after tomorrow and I’m already getting antsy, my nerves humming like a live wire. It’s a beautiful and terrible sensation all at once, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

The sponsor party is in full swing, and I’m scanning for my buddy Carlos Moreno. He races for Union Jack Motorsports based in London and is about the nicest guy you could ever hope to know. He’s also quick-witted and funny… the kind of guy everyone considers a brother. Since I moved up to FI last season, we’ve become pretty tight, and he’s the person I tend to hang with during our downtime.

“Reid Hemsworth. There you are.”

A hand covers my arm—an elegantly manicured one covered in gemstone rings. I turn slowly to find a woman in a slinky silver cocktail dress with a neckline that plunges almost to her navel. The material clings to her like it was sprayed on and leaves nothing to the imagination. Blond hair in waves over one shoulder. Stiletto heels that make her nearly my height. She’s undeniably gorgeous and I’d have to be dead not to notice that.

I give her a welcoming smile because I assume she’s the guest of some important VIP or an actual VIP herself. “Hello.”

She squeezes my arm and slides closer than necessary. I peg her accent as Scandinavian. “I’ve been looking for you,” she says, lips brushing dangerously close to my cheek. “We didn’t get a chance to finish our conversation in Monza last year.”

I blink, any memory of her escaping me. Yes, she’s stunning in a way that most women couldn’t touch, but for the life of me, I can’t remember her. The Monza Global Prix was months ago.

She can tell I don’t recognize her, and she says, “My father owns Quantrex.”

Shit, right. One of the sponsors of Matterhorn FI, and I have a vague recollection of her being quite handsy when we met in Monza.

“Of course,” I say, offering a polite smile and stepping back just enough to break her hold. “Good to see you again.”

“You look delicious tonight.” Her eyes scan me openly, unapologetically. “Got plans after this? We could go to my suite for a drink.”

Normally, I’d flirt back. I’d have already ordered us both another round to see where the night might go. I mean, why would I pass up this offer? And why the hell did I pass it up in Monza? The best I can come up with is an attack of conscience—maybe it’s a conflict of interest. Her father is a sponsor for Matterhorn, and I’m one of two Matterhorn drivers.

Regardless, I’m not going there or anywhere. Not tonight. I’m too close to the race and I won’t let anything deter my focus.

I glance over her shoulder, scanning for a way out—and then spot exactly who I need.

“Gunner!” I call, loud enough over the music that he can hear me from where he’s standing at the bar.

My teammate, Gunner James, looks at me and then his gaze lands on the woman beside me. His eyes gleam and he makes his way over. He’s tall, broad-shouldered, and has that easygoing American charisma that makes people instantly like him. He’s been with Matterhorn FI a few years longer than me. He’s fast, disciplined, and still rides the line between cocky and humble better than most.

As he approaches, I turn to the woman. “Have you met Gunner James? He’s one of the sharpest drivers on the grid.”

Her eyes shift with interest. “Is that so?”

Gunner arrives just in time. “What’s up?” he asks, grinning like he already knows I’m trying to escape.

I clap him on the shoulder. “Just making introductions. Gunner, this is… sorry, your name is slipping me at the moment.”

“Brita,” she says, her tone flirty and aloof at the same time.

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Formula Chance (Race Fever #2) Read Online Sawyer Bennett http://www.booksnovels.com/formula-chance-race-fever-2-read-online-sawyer-bennett Mon, 10 Mar 2025 19:17:45 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/formula-chance-race-fever-2-read-online-sawyer-bennett Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, MC, Sports Authors: Sawyer Bennett Series: Race Fever Series by Sawyer Bennett
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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77816 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)

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In the second book of New York Times Bestselling Author Sawyer Bennett’s Race Fever series, she turns up the heat when a familiar name looks to shake up the world of formula racing. Buckle up for this heart stopping, second chance ride in Formula Chance.

Nash Sinclair abandoned the world of formula racing after a deadly crash left him injured and on a long road to recovery, both physically and mentally. Even prior to the crash Nash was healing in another way, putting together the pieces of a broken heart. They say time heals all wounds and when Brienne Norcross, owner of the newly acquired Titans Racing team approaches him about a job, he decides it might just be time to reclaim the life he once loved.

Bexley Toliver just joined the Titans’ team as their chief race strategy engineer. As a woman working in a male-centric sport, Bex is no stranger to a man’s eyes on her. Whether it’s in silent awe, not-so-silent disgust, or somewhere in between, Bexley has earned her way. But there is one set of eyes that Bex hasn’t seen in years and when Nash Sinclair walks into the conference room for a team meeting, old memories are hard to ignore. As the heat between them becomes all-consuming, they are unable to resist the temptation to fall once again.

Bex and Nash’s history is…complicated. Young love that turned into the promise of forever crashed and burned long before the race that ended Nash’s career. Years apart dulled the pain of their failed union but some things aren’t meant to be forgotten, no matter how hard one tries. When the same issues that broke them apart re-emerge and spin them full-speed toward a barricade, Bex and Nash need to make a decision—hit the brakes and walk away or race forward to their happily ever after

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CHAPTER 1

Nash

The roar of the engine still echoes in my head as I pull myself out of the race car, only to be replaced by the raucous cheers from over a quarter of a million fans. I’m soaked in sweat and gritty with grime but completely energized as I climb to the top of my car and hold up my arms in victory. I didn’t think it could get any louder but the chants of “Nash, Nash, Nash!” boom all around me.

I’ve just won the first race of the season in the Open-Wheel Championship series, on the most famous motor speedway track in the world. Indianapolis hasn’t always been good to me, which means this first-place podium is extra sweet.

The team is already celebrating behind me—pit crew, engineers, strategists—their smiles wide and waiting for me to join them. The tension that locks up my body during the race eases, but the adrenaline is still peaking. This is what I live for.

After I jump down off the car, I’m handed a bottle of ice water and I take a long gulp, trying to catch my breath. Driving an open-wheel race car at more than two hundred miles an hour on average for almost two and a half hours will get anyone’s pulse pumping. But it’s not just speed and victory that has my heart hammering. I have to acknowledge it’s still the fear that resides deep in my belly, and I don’t think that will ever go away.

Regardless, I think I’ve proven that I belong here.

A reporter approaches, microphone in hand, eager to capture the moment.

“Nash, that was an incredible race,” he says, grinning at me. “After last season’s domination in the OWC series, you’ve picked up right where you left off. What’s it like to come back and show everyone you still have it?”

I wipe my brow, my eyes scanning the crowd before coming back to him. “Feels damn good, honestly. Last season was a real breakthrough for me, and I’ve put in the work to stay at that level. But every season’s different. Every race is a new challenge. Today was a great start, but I’m not letting up. I’m focused on the long game.”

“Your performance last year in the OWC was nearly flawless,” the reporter presses. “You ended up as the series champion, and you were a consistent threat at every race. With a new season, the pressure’s on. Can you keep up that kind of dominance again this year? What’s the mindset heading into these races?”

Scratching my chin, I give a slight shrug of humility. “I mean… I’m always going to aim for the top, but I know it will be a fight. The OWC gets more competitive every year. You can see it here in Indianapolis, the crowd sizes rivaling those in Formula International. There are plenty of guys coming up behind me who want to take my place. But that’s why I race. I’m not here to coast. I’m here to prove I can keep my spot, and that’s the mentality I’ll bring to every race this season.”

The reporter nods in agreement. “Nash… you’ve built a reputation as a consistent and aggressive driver. How do you keep your focus, especially with so much attention on you?”

I pause for a second, considering. “I’ve been racing my whole life, but the last few years, especially after the crash, I had to learn how to focus differently. It’s not just about the race anymore. It’s about my mindset. It’s about being present in every moment. I know what’s at stake and that drives me. But I’m also aware that anything can happen because racing is unpredictable. You have to keep your head on straight and adapt as you go.”

“Well, you’ve certainly made a statement today,” the reporter adds with a smile. “Is this the start of another championship-winning season?”

I smile, my confidence solid. “We’ll see. It’s one race down, but I’m not satisfied. There’s a long road ahead and I’m going to keep pushing every step of the way.”

The reporter nods, wrapping up the interview. “We’re excited to see what’s next. Best of luck for the rest of the season, Nash.”

“Thanks,” I say, giving him a nod and then I’m whisked away. I jump into my teams’ arms, give another interview, and then I’m on the podium, spraying champagne at the second- and third-place winners.

Then it’s off to the showers where I gratefully wash away the dirt, sweat and bubbly wine, slipping into comfortable jeans, a sweater and leather jacket.

My manager Greg Persons meets me outside my dressing room, a shit-eating grin on his face. “There’s someone here who wants to talk to you.”

I’m beyond exhausted, the last of the adrenaline having washed down the shower drain. “Can we not? I just want to get back to my hotel—”

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Formula Fling (Race Fever #1) Read Online Sawyer Bennett http://www.booksnovels.com/formula-fling-race-fever-1-read-online-sawyer-bennett Thu, 19 Dec 2024 11:44:32 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/formula-fling-race-fever-1-read-online-sawyer-bennett Genre: Alpha Male, Chick Lit, Contemporary, Sports Authors: Sawyer Bennett Series: Race Fever Series by Sawyer Bennett
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Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73568 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)

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Welcome to Formula International, where legends are born and speed is king. From New York Times Bestselling Author Sawyer Bennett comes the Race Fever series, set within the fast-paced and dangerous world of formula racing.

Posey Evans is looking to take her career as a romance author to the next level, shifting from historical love stories to writing about the high stakes world of formula racing. Wanting to immerse herself in the sport, Posey manages to secure full access to the Crown Velocity Racing team by faking credentials as a journalist. When she’s granted unlimited face-to-face time with one of the teams’ best drivers, Posey is equal parts elated and terrified because while she’s getting exactly what she wants, she can’t afford to have her secret exposed.

Lex Hamilton lives for the thrill of being one of the fastest and most decorated race car drivers in the sport. When he’s behind the wheel, he’s focused on one thing and one thing only—earning top spot on the podium. But off the track? Let’s just say his extracurricular activities have put him on a very short leash with the team management at Crown Velocity. He’s cocky, handsome, dripping with swagger, and not super happy to have what he considers a babysitter following his every move. Lex’s unwillingness to help doesn’t deter Posey but when he uncovers her secret, they strike a deal—he won’t reveal her truth if she helps him stay out of trouble and keep his job.

While many women would swoon at his feet, Posey isn’t interested in anything more than Lex’s racing knowledge. Mostly. As the season inches closer and passions ignite, time at the track leads to time in the bed. Having agreed there is an expiration date on their arrangement, what started as an assignment has the potential to go the distance as their physical relationship builds into something deeper. But when her secret is revealed, will Lex and Posey’s relationship hit a wall, or will this fling find its way to the checkered flag?

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CHAPTER 1

Lex

It sounds like a fire alarm is going off, the shrill ring pulling me into consciousness. My head’s banging like a drum and for a moment, I’m completely disoriented. Groaning, I roll over in bed as the noise continues and I blink against the blinding morning light pouring in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The room’s spinning and my mouth tastes like I licked a dog’s arse.

Somehow, it filters in that it’s my phone ringing on the bedside table. I grab it, answering with a croaking “Yeah?”

“You’ve really cocked it up this time.” The sharp, distinctive Scouse accent from Liverpool has me groaning as I recognize Rosalind Pierce. She’s the executive secretary for Crown Velocity Motorsports, and she’s all business and no warmth. “Ms. Patrick would like to see you in one hour.”

I squeeze my eyes shut and rub at my temple. Harley Patrick is the team principal, the person who hired me and the person who can force me out of formula racing all together. “Mind telling me why?”

“Clearly you haven’t seen the tabloid headlines this morning, have you?” Tabloids? Bollocks. “You’ve made a right bloody mess of things again, Lex. I suggest you make haste because I believe she said something to the effect if you were one minute late, you’re fired.”

“Fuck,” I mutter and don’t bother with a goodbye, merely disconnect the call. Rosalind wouldn’t expect niceties from me anyway.

A groan emits from beside me on the bed and I lift my head, frowning at the dark hair sprawled across the pillow, a naked body tangled in the sheets.

Who the bloody hell is she? I don’t remember much of anything last night other than starting at a pub, going to another pub, and then inviting perhaps five, maybe fifty, people back to my flat to continue the party.

Just brilliant.

I sit up—wincing at the pain in my noggin—and run a hand through my hair before looking at the woman again. I nudge her shoulder. “Hey.”

She tries to burrow under the pillow.

“Hey,” I say again, pulling the pillow away. Her head lifts and she stares at me with bleary eyes rimmed with smudged dark mascara. Red tint is smeared across the side of her face and chin, the remnants of lipstick that I’m betting are also on my dick. “You got to shove off.”

“What time is it?” she asks grouchily, flopping over with a huff.

“Time for you to go,” I answer, rolling out of bed and striding naked to my bathroom for a quick shower.

By the time I’m done and pulling on a fresh T-shirt, jeans and trainers, the woman’s gone. My flat’s an absolute tip—bottles everywhere, a cracked glass table, clothes flung around like we had a rave in here. A chair’s knocked over near the balcony. Yeah, must’ve been a belter of a night.

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