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🏁Enemies to lovers
🏁Family Drama
🏁First Female Formula Driver
🏁A**hole redeemed
🏁Found Family
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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 choose: her hard-won seat, his crown, or a future together—if they dare cross the line.
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REVIEW: FORMULA DREAMS (RACE FEVER) BY SAWYER BENNETT
#Excerpt
“Bollocks, do you ever back off?”
I blink, feeling heat coloring my cheeks. “Excuse me?”
“You push hard,” he says, sitting up straighter now. “Asking. Analyzing. Like you’re going to crack me open and figure out what makes me tick. It’s intrusive.”
His defensiveness spikes equal parts frustration and hurt. “It’s called conversation, Barnes. Or are you so emotionally constipated that basic human interaction feels like an interrogation?”
He huffs out a breath. “You don’t know me.”
Everything about this tells me to back off but I refuse to retreat. “I’m trying to, but you throw up walls and act like you’re doing me a favor by keeping your distance.”
Bullseye. I’ve struck a nerve. I see it in the way his head snaps back to me, in the full turn of his body, shoulders squared like I’ve stepped right over a line. “Maybe I’ve got a good reason.”
I don’t flinch, don’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me back down. I answer, steady and quiet, but unyielding. “Perhaps. But maybe that reason is fear. Or guilt. Or pride. I don’t know. Because you won’t let anyone close enough to find out.”
My heart hammers, but I maintain eye contact, refusing to let him disappear behind those walls.
His eyes burn into mine. “You think you want to know me, Francesca. But trust me, you don’t.”
“Why not?” I ask, quieter now. “Because you’re afraid what I’ll see is ugly? Or worse—breakable?”
I see the tension in his face, his neck. His stare drops to my mouth for a second before flicking back up.
My pulse stutters.
Oh God.
He’s close.
Closer than he was a second ago.
And even though he’s angry—no, because he’s angry—it’s electric. The kind of pull deep in your chest and stomach, then lower, that absolutely refuses to listen to reason.
I should step back.
But I don’t.
Instead, I whisper, “You don’t scare me, Ronan.”
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