Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Review: Speed Demon by Dakota Rebel

Review:Speed Demon
by Dakota Rebel
Resplendence Publishing
Novella length

It has been months since Erik and Bella have broken up, but neither one of them has been able
to forget each other. When Erik pulls Bella over for speeding is this going to be just a one night
reunion or will this be forever?

Fans of second chance themes will love SPEED DEMON as much as Bella loves to drive fast. SPEED DEMON is a fun, sexy hot read.  Good novellas are ones that tell the story from beginning to end without leaving the reader hanging at the end wondering. SPEED DEMON is a good example
of that kind of a novella.

If you are rained in or snowed in or just feel like reading something that will make you forget what
is happening outside then get SPEED DEMON by Dakota Rebel.

“If you don’t slow down I’m going to throw up,” Julia whined as I whipped my Challenger between two SUVs on the highway.

“Shut up,” I said, smirking at my best friend. “I’m barely doing ninety.”

We’d just left the local pool hall, and I was taking her back to her house for the night. She hates the way I drive, but she’d decided to have about three daiquiris too many, so she was stuck with me behind the wheel.

I like to drive fast, and since I’d just picked up my lease two days ago, I wanted to see what my new baby could do. There wasn’t too much traffic on the highway so I figured it was a perfect chance to test the speed and handling.

“I think that guy is following us,” Julia said as she turned to look out the rear window.

Pressing more firmly on the gas, I twitched the wheel to the left and passed a Corvette and two Mustangs before gliding back into the center lane. With an eye in the rearview, I saw that there was indeed a car behind us trying to keep up.

I careened around a pickup truck and watched as the shiny black car followed me a short distance behind. If he was trying to be inconspicuous, he was failing miserably.

“Do you think it’s a cop?” Julia asked, her tone tinged with worry. “I don’t want to get pulled over again.”

“Will you chill?” I asked, easing the car up over ninety-five miles per hour and getting back in the passing lane again. “Cops don’t drive Mercedes. We’re fine. Besides, I already gave you a key. If I get arrested, you’ll just have to suck it up and drive yourself home.”

“Bella, I’m drunk.”

“Then call a cab,” I snapped. “You can grab my wallet before I go to jail.”

She clicked her tongue and leaned back in her seat, closing her eyes. I really hoped she didn’t throw up in my brand new car.

The sign for my exit said one mile so I wrenched the wheel to get across three lanes of traffic and cut off a semi-truck that blew its horn at me. I waved at him in fake apology as I pulled onto the ramp, glancing in my mirror again to see the Mercedes fly behind the truck and get off on the exit, too.

After pausing briefly at the stop sign at the bottom of the ramp, I peeled my tires and took a hard right, laughing at the grunt that escaped Julia as the seatbelt locked and she jerked into it.

“You’re a bitch,” she said thickly. “I don’t even know why I hang out with you.”

“Because I’m fun, and you love me,” I said with a shrug.

I turned onto her street and a groan hit my lips as a familiar red flashing light filled the car. With a sigh, I pulled into Julia’s driveway and carefully avoided the “I told you so” glare I felt emanating from her side of the car.

“How can you even afford to pay all these tickets?” she asked. “And your insurance must be outrageous.”

“Hey, I get out of most of them. And besides, I just figure I’m paying to drive how I want. I know what I’m doing, and I’m not really endangering anyone.”

“Three days at a police defensive driving course does not make you an expert on—”

She was cut off by the knocking of a flashlight on my window. I put on my best flirty smile and rolled down the window.

“What can I help you with officer?” I asked, batting my eyelashes at the jean-clad crotch that was at face level.

“Do you know how fast you were going?”

The familiar voice made my stomach flip and clench at the same time. Fuck. I’d rather get a ticket than have to deal with this tonight.

Erik, my sexy-as-hell ex-boyfriend bent down to look in the car at me and Julia. The smell of his cologne wafted over me, and I realized that it was the Polo Sport I’d bought him for Christmas last year.

“Hi Erik,” Julia said brightly. I could tell she was relieved it wasn’t just any cop pulling me over. But I’d have taken a State Trooper over Detective Erik Kidman any day.

“Hi, Jules,” he said with a nod. “You want to head inside?”

“That would be great,” she said as she stumbled out of the car. “Hey Bel, if you go to jail tonight, don’t call me, okay? I spent my last ten dollars on a margarita.”

“Sure thing, Jules,” I said with a sigh. “Have a nice night.”

She tripped her way clumsily up her driveway, turning back to wave at us before entering the house and turning off the porch light.

Erik opened my car door, and I stepped out with an annoyed sigh. I leaned against the back window with my arms crossed glaring at him.

Even in the dim light from the street lamps, I could see he looked good, and that just irritated me more.

“You’re going to hurt someone driving like that,” he said, his tone less angry than I’d thought it would be.

“Have I ever been in an accident?” I shot back. “No, no, I have not. You know better than anyone that I am a perfectly safe driver. You’re the one who took me to that driving class. If you didn’t want me to use it, you should have saved your money.”

“You’re a speed demon.” He laughed, shaking his head. “I should arrest you. Keep the streets safe for tonight.”

“Oh please,” I said huskily as I held my hands out in front of me, wrists together. “I haven’t been handcuffed in months.”

He glared at me, and I dropped my hands back to my sides. Maybe, he wasn’t feeling so playful tonight. But damn, he was so fucking sexy.

His dark hair had been cut shorter since the last time I’d seen him, and he’d begun to actually style it apparently. The top was sort of mussed in that “I spent twenty minutes making myself look like I just rolled out of bed” way that men seemed to favor nowadays. He obviously hadn’t shaved in a few days either. His jaw was covered in a thick stubble that begged to be touched. His broad shoulders and muscular forearms were about bursting out of his white T-shirt that was looking red in the light that still rotated atop his car.

We’d parted on amicable terms, both of us just wanting different things but promising to stay friends. Of course, that had been six months ago, and we hadn’t spoken since. I’d meant it when I’d told him I wanted to keep in touch, but neither of us had bothered to pick up the phone. Now that I was standing in front of him, I couldn’t remember exactly what it was that made me think I didn’t want to be with him.

It wasn’t just his looks, though God knew he was a perfect specimen of man. He was often placed undercover so he had to maintain a great body so he could out run or out fight bad guys depending on the circumstances. He was all hard angles and smooth muscle. I had to put my hands behind my ass against the car to keep from reaching out and touching him.

“Earth to Bella,” he teased, moving closer to me and placing his fingers on the roof so he leaned over me. “You look like you’re going to eat me.”

“That could be arranged,” I murmured, staring into his dark brown eyes.

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