Rating: 1.25 stars.
Oof. Where do I even begin? I can't believe that this book is written by the same author that wrote one of my favorite romance book series and I'm literally flabbergasted.
This book gave me absolutely nothing. And somehow, even nothing feels generous. I kept asking myself, “What in the actual F1 world is this?” because none of it made sense, not emotionally, not narratively, not structurally. I was bored from start to finish. Constant eye-rolling, constant waiting for something, anything, to happen. And when things did happen? Completely predictable. Every beat, every reaction, every so-called twist felt like I’d seen it a hundred times before.
It read like a standard romance template with a Formula 1 sticker slapped on top. Same character archetypes. Same recycled relationship dynamics. Same storyline. The only supposed novelty was the racing setting, but even that felt hollow, more aesthetic than substance. What’s the point of writing an F1 romance if the F1 element adds nothing? It felt blank. Flavorless. Forgettable.
Honest verdict: not for me, and not something I’d revisit.
Another thing that completely threw me off was how unrealistic the Formula 1 aspect felt. I was so distracted by the story that I kept stopping to question what was even happening. Why do random people have so much involvement in a driver’s personal and professional life? Why are boundaries nonexistent? It all felt strangely off.
I know it’s fiction, but when a book is marketed as contemporary, there’s an expectation of grounding in reality, or at least in something believable. This crossed that line so often that it pulled me out of the story instead of pulling me in.
But honestly? I can’t say I’m surprised. Once I realized how little effort went into making the F1 setting feel authentic, everything else made sense. The story wasn’t trying to be realistic, it was just using the sport as decoration.
And unfortunately, decoration alone isn’t enough to carry a book.
You might say I’m overreacting, but trust me, I don’t give my time freely, and that’s the price. If I’m investing hours into a book, I expect it to earn my attention. When it doesn’t, I’m allowed to say so.
Reading is a commitment. My time is valuable. And if a story can’t respect that, it doesn’t deserve softer criticism.
Simple as that.
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Starting with the characters, I genuinely disliked both of them. There was no depth, no transparency, nothing that made me feel connected to who they were beyond their surface traits. They each had their own special way of being annoying, and instead of balancing each other out, it just doubled the frustration. I kept waiting for growth, self-awareness, or even a moment of vulnerability that would make them feel real. But it never came. They stayed flat, repetitive, and exhausting to follow.
And when you don’t care about the characters in a romance? Everything else collapses with it.
Maya:
Alright, let’s start with my favorite character before everything went downhill. Because honestly? I genuinely liked her before Noah entered the picture. She had her own life. She was peaceful, independent, minding her business, living freely. No chaos. No unnecessary drama. Just her, traveling the world, existing on her own terms. That version of her? I respected.
And then, boom. Noah appears. Suddenly she’s all flustered, emotionally unstable, overwhelmed by mixed reactions. Girl, breathe. He’s just a man. A man. I truly wanted to see the story where she continued her life without him, where her journey stayed focused on herself. Even the mother–daughter tension she carried was manageable, subtle, something that added realism without consuming her identity.
But the moment she saw him? Her entire personality shifted. Gone was the composed, self-sufficient woman. In her place stood someone impulsive, overly reactive, and frustratingly immature. Yes, he’s a “hot F1 driver.” We get it. But at least pretend to have a backbone.
The number of times I wanted to reach through the page and shake her into sense is unbelievable. Her character had potential, real potential, and watching it dissolve the second romance entered the equation was painful.
Truly painful.
Noah:
I was actually curious going into this book, but the moment he appeared, I knew peace was over. The title of “man I loathe with every fiber of my being” has officially been awarded to Noah, and honestly, a big shoutout to him for achieving that level of irritation.
I’m also deeply sorry that this man is supposedly an F1 driver. As someone who respects the sport, I feel secondhand embarrassment. The name, the car, the so-called reputation, all wasted on him.
Now let’s address the biggest offense: a thirty-year-old man with unresolved mommy and daddy issues so severe they control his entire personality. I understand family relationships matter. But at some point, you are a grown adult. Stand up. Speak up. Take responsibility. Instead, we get emotional paralysis packaged as depth. And apparently, Maya, the spiritual savior, is the magical solution to all of it. Of course she is.
And then there’s the most ridiculous transformation I’ve ever witnessed: a lifelong playboy turning into a devoted, gentle, hopelessly adoring man… for a girl he met two seconds ago. Two. Seconds. I was not swooning, I was yelling at the page.
Nothing about his arc felt earned. It felt forced, exaggerated, and completely detached from reality. And that made every scene with him a test of patience.
In conclusion: rage was achieved. Mission accomplished.
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And the relationship between them? Something I genuinely hope never to experience, witness, or read about again. It was built on the weakest foundation possible. She liked him because he was attractive and an F1 driver. He fell for her because she was “not like other girls.” That alone made my blood boil.
There was no meaningful connection, no emotional depth, no gradual bond forming through shared experiences or genuine understanding. Just instant attraction disguised as destiny. It felt shallow, cliché, and painfully outdated.
Romance should make you believe in something , in chemistry, in growth, in vulnerability. This did the opposite. It made me question how such a relationship could be written with complete seriousness.
At no point did I root for them. I only waited for it to end.
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And of course, a huge, heartfelt thanks to my sweet Lina for buddy-reading this book with me. I genuinely don’t think I would’ve survived the ups, the downs, the endless rants, and the dramatic reactions without you. Sharing every scream, every swoon, every “did that just happen?!” moment together made this experience ten times more fun. I’m so grateful we got to obsess over this chaotic ride side by side, truly, it wouldn’t have been the same without you.
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₊♡₊˚ 🍒₊✧ Okay, I’ve been wanting to read an F1 romance for so long, and this one is literally screaming my name. Forbidden attraction? Rivals? Sneaking around between races?? Yeah… I’m already obsessed, and I haven’t even opened the book yet. Noah already sounds like the kind of man who will ruin my expectations for real life, and Maya? I can already see myself giggling, kicking my feet, and wanting to protect her at all costs.
And the best part? I’m buddy reading this with the lovely bestie Lina, which means the chaos, the screaming, and the live reactions are going to be elite. So let’s see if this book delivers the fire I’m expecting… because if it does, I already know I’m not sleeping tonight.<𝟑 .ᐟ