Racing Savannah (Hundred Oaks #4)They’re from two different worlds.
by Miranda Kenneally
Published: December 3, 2013
Publisher: Sourcebooks Fire
He lives in the estate house, and she spends most of her time in the stables helping her father train horses. In fact, Savannah has always been much more comfortable around horses than boys. Especially boys like Jack Goodwin—cocky, popular and completely out of her league. She knows the rules: no mixing between the staff and the Goodwin family. But Jack has no such boundaries.
With her dream of becoming a horse jockey, Savannah isn’t exactly one to follow the rules either. She’s not going to let someone tell her a girl isn’t tough enough to race. Sure, it’s dangerous. Then again, so is dating Jack…
My Thoughts: I've really enjoyed reading Miranda Kenneally's Hundred Oaks Series and have been looking forward to Racing Savannah. I have to say that Racing Savannah is probably my favorite so far, next to Catching Jordan. I loved the story itself, the setting was awesome, and the characters were great. I loved Savannah. She is tough, a bit insecure, yet still not afraid to go for what she wants, most of the time. She can can be a little judgmental at times, but she also finds herself being judged to. This is something that makes her seem less perfect and more like a real person to me though. She is very loyal, has an outstanding work ethic, and is willing to do whatever it takes to help her family. Jack Goodwin is a hottie, that's for sure, and he seems like a good guy, most of the time. He has his own demons to overcome, mostly related to his dad and what he perceives are his parent's "expectations" of him. He really ticked me off when it came to Savannah and how he treated her for a while because of who she was and who he was, but he redeemed himself before it was all over. I loved the horse racing aspect of the story and how Miranda Kenneally wove the romance in around that, while also addressing some really important social issues at the same time.
As far as the secondary characters. I absolutely loved Rory and Vanessa, and they stole the show more than once during the story. Rory is Will's younger brother and we get to see Will and Parker from Stealing Parker, which was great, as well as get glimpses of the characters from the previous books. If you remember Drew from Stealing Parker, you will get a kick out of what he is doing in this book. The romance aspect was pretty hot and the chemistry between Savannah and Jack was definitely plausible. Overall, Racing Savannah is a really enjoyable and entertaining story that is fast paced and interesting, and has great characters, some humor as well as some serious moments, and is a great asset to Miranda Kenneally's Hundred Oaks Series.
We were told to keep our distance from the Goodwins. Since I don't want to get fired on day three, I haven't spoken to the boy. Still, he's beautiful. I should start a GQ Cowboy, and he could be the cover model every month.
I can't think of a word to describe how this Brent guy makes me feel. Resentful? Flattered and angry? Flangry.
"You are really pretty..." He drags a hand through his blond hair. "But you're kind of like a great book...you know, you pick up a book at a bookstore because it has a beautiful cover...but it's what's inside that pulls you in."
I climb the fence and walk past cows and pigs and ducks and other animals up to Rory's farmhouse. I ring the doorbell, he lets me in, and we go to his room. His dog Ava is lounging on the rug, panting with her tongue hanging out. Old movie posters cover his walls. It seems all the posters in his room must feature one or all of the following:
1. An explosion
2. A woman's cleavage.
3. George Clooney
Rory flops down on the floor and resumes playing some crazy race-car game called Ho Down in Hoochieville where he drives around and picks up hookers. Pig.
You look good in the Goodwin colors," he says, scanning my black and green riding silks. "I look like a damned Slytherin." He laughs, looks around, a takes a step closer, wetting his lips. He gently pecks my cheek, sending a jolt up my lets and down my arms and between by thighs.
Read an excerpt here.
About the Author:
Growing up in Tennessee, Miranda Kenneally dreamed of becoming an Atlanta Brave, a country singer (cliché!), or a UN interpreter. Instead she writes, and works for the State Department in Washington, D.C., where George W. Bush once used her shoulder as an armrest. Miranda loves Twitter, Star Trek and her husband.