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Zero to Sixty

Zero to Sixty, February 2017
Body Shop Bad Boys #3
by Marie Harte

Sourcebooks Casablanca
352 pages
ISBN: 1492630322
EAN: 9781492630326
Kindle: B01KMISK1A
Paperback / e-Book
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"Fast paced, Passionate Read"

Fresh Fiction Review

Zero to Sixty
Marie Harte

Reviewed by Susan Gorman
Posted April 4, 2017

Romance Contemporary

Marie Harte's Zero to Sixty is the third book in her Body Shop Bad Boys series and once again she delivers a steamy, s sexy romance!

This novel features massage therapist Ivy Stephens and mechanic Sam Hamilton. The couple bond over a stray dog that Ivy has named Cookie. Sam's friends have been fostering the same dog, who is constantly running away. The dog slipped his collar and is loose, so Ivy and Sam team up to search for him. The couple finds Cookie and Sam asks if Ivy wants to adopt him. The couple agrees to meet the next night after work to talk about Cookie.

I read Marie Harte's novels because of their unique characters, clever dialogue and fast-paced plots. I was a bit surprised when the author paired career-oriented Ivy with Sam, the tattooed car mechanic. Their first date is a disaster. A few days later, Sam helps Ivy when she has car trouble. The couple bonds over Cookie, Sci-fi movies, tea and an unexpected kiss.

The author creates excellent secondary characters. Foley and the crew at the car shop are Sam's family and the intricate relationships add authenticity to the story. Ivy and Sam's conversations were honest and heart breaking at times. Through the talks with Sam and his best friend Foley, the reader learns about Sam's childhood and his relationship with his mother. Sam and Ivy are surprised by their intense and powerful attraction. Kudos to Marie Harte for Sam's insistence for Ivy's consent—and the importance of sexual consent—before they consummate their relationship.

The couple faces several challenges during the novel and the ending was perfect. I enjoyed the passion in Ivy and Sam's story and am looking forward to the next book in the series.

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After her last disaster of a relationship, Ivy Stephens is content being single. She has her job, her apartment-and the cute little puppy she's seen hanging around. When he escapes, she finds her search efforts aided by a big, burly, devastatingly handsome man. One who claims a prior claim on her dog.

Sam Hamilton is at loose ends since his best friend fell in love. He finds a sense of purpose in rescuing strays. The puppy who's stolen his heart just happens to run into blond, beautiful Ivy. And Sam can't help hoping she'll take in one more stray-him-for good.


Ivy sighed. Time to go puppy hunting again. She double- checked to make sure she’d locked the front door, then used the restroom. She left through the back hall and had just opened the backdoor to leave when a large man appeared from out of nowhere.

She gasped and jumped back.

He just stood there, looming like a giant, his hands tucked into his jean pockets. He had to stand well over six feet tall, and his frame looked massive. He wore a zipped up, padded black jacket that only enhanced his size. His short, dark-brown hair could use a cut, and his eyes remained shadowed despite the overhead patio light. She thought she saw a hint of ink along his neck but couldn’t tell because of the play of darkness over his features.

“Ah, hello,” he said in a deep voice. A shivery voice.

When he didn’t make any sudden movements, she started to relax. He backed up a step to give her more space, and she cleared her throat.

“Hello. Can I help you with something?”

“Sorry. I knocked on the front door, but no one answered. So I came around back, like the sign said to.”

A normal thing any client might do. But this man was no athlete or nine-to-fiver with tight rhomboids. This man screamed dangerous, in more ways than one. For some reason, when the light hit his mouth, she couldn’t look away, thinking how pretty his lips were in a face chiseled from granite.

“We’re closed. But if you’d like to schedule a massage, I can give you my card.”

“Um, okay.” He took another step back. “I can wait out here while you get it.”

She fished in her purse and found it, then took a leap of faith and left the office, locking the door behind her. Leaving her with this stranger, alone, in the confines of the small back patio outside the office. The one fenced in for privacy.

Ivy got a grip on her runaway imagination, sensing no real danger from the man, just overwhelmed by his presence. She held out her card. “Here you go.”

He took it, careful not to brush her fingers. But jeez, he had big hands. “Ivy Stephens, LMT.” Licensed Massage Therapist—since she’d put herself through school eight long years ago.

She nodded. “Bodyworks is closed now, but any of us here can help you. My number’s on the card.”

“Great. Thanks.” He shuffled his feet. “I’ve been thinking about getting some work done.”

“Yeah?” She walked cautiously around him and exited the side gate. She continued along the side of the building, back to the lit and populated main sidewalk. Ivy blew out a breath, trying not to feel so relieved.

“Yeah,” he said, walking next to her. “Name’s Sam.” He stopped on the side of the walk, out of the way of foot traffic, and held out a hand.

She stopped and took it, to be courteous. The heat in his humongous palm startled her. As did the calluses. She glanced down, and his sleeve rose up his arm, revealing tattoos. A look at his neck showed she’d been right earlier. He had what looked like inked vines and barbed wire creeping up his neck from under that jacket. Wow.

He let go of her hand slowly, his gaze narrowed on her face.

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