"ZERO TO SIXTY is a blast and a half, and a sweet and spicy romance!"
Reviewed by Miranda Owen
Posted April 4, 2017
ZERO TO SIXTY is book three in Marie Harte's Body Shop Bad
Boys series. Sam Hamilton, like the rest of the guys
working at Webster's Garage and just about any other big
guy with tattoos, often gets dirty looks and pegged as a
potential troublemaker. The reality is that, although he
likes to let loose on occasion, he is a guy who cherishes
his adopted family and has a huge soft spot when it comes
to animals. It's difficult to not fall for Sam as you
read ZERO TO SIXTY, just as the heroine does. Massage
therapist Ivy Stephens has niggling self-doubts just as
Sam does, but she's smart enough to realize how lucky she
is to have found Sam.
Like any good romantic comedy, it's a cute dog named
Cookie that brings Sam and Ivy together. When Sam and Ivy
embark on a romantic relationship, they are taking a
chance because each is vastly different than what the
other person is used to. I love how organically the
relationship develops over the course of ZERO TO SIXTY.
Marie Harte brings together a hero and heroine who are
adorable together and yet smoking hot at the same time.
Ivy is extremely easy to relate to and like, and Sam's
internal monologue and the way he cherishes Ivy make this
book so much fun to read.
Foley's biological mother is the villain in this piece
and dark cloud on the horizon, but thankfully she doesn't
really make her presence felt until near the end, and
she's not around for long. ZERO TO SIXTY showcases the
strong relationships that Sam has with Foley and his mom
Eileen, as well as with the rest of the guys at the shop.
These healthy and supportive relationships act as a nice
contrast between that of Sam's relationship with his
biological mom. Some parts of ZERO TO SIXTY will have you
reaching for a tissue, while others will bring a smile to
ZERO TO SIXTY is a blast and a half, and a sweet and
spicy romance. Sam and Ivy's unexpected romance makes
great therapy for Ivy and Sam as they get over the bad
memories caused by her ex and his mother. I am crazy
about this Body Shop Bad Boys series and can't
the next one!
BAD BOY SAM + GOOD GIRL IVY =
LEARNING TO LOVE AGAIN
After her last disaster of a relationship, Ivy Stephens
content being single. She has her job, her apartment-and
cute little puppy she's seen hanging around. When he
escapes, she finds her search efforts aided by a big,
devastatingly handsome man. One who claims a prior claim
Sam Hamilton is at loose ends since his best friend fell
love. He finds a sense of purpose in rescuing strays. The
puppy who's stolen his heart just happens to run into
beautiful Ivy. And Sam can't help hoping she'll take in
more stray-him-for good.
ExcerptIvy 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
“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
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