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by Sutton Fox
Description: Both of them are driven. Only one can win. Sprint car driver Morgan Blade will do whatever it takes to save her critically ill father. If it means joining the cast of a reality show, so be it. She'll do anything...except reveal the haunting secret surrounding her daughter's death. Tyler Dalton makes a living exposing secrets. He's been forced into producing the new racing reality show, and his bosses expect another hit. The lone female contestant kicks things off with a bang, capturing the hearts of viewers in record time. All they need now is a little controversy to push ratings over the top. He looks to Morgan for something he can use, only to find a woman committed to her family and every bit as driven as he is. The more he learns about her, the more he likes her, and that spells disaster for the show. For these two souls, love is a collision course and there's no turning back.
eBook Publisher: Lyrical Press, Inc., 2008 2008
eBookwise Release Date: January 2009
5 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [280 KB]
Reading time: 166-232 min.
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
Holy shit! It's only Thursday and my ass is on fire!
Morgan Blade had just brought the sprint car to a sliding stop, raised a blinding cloud of dust with the rear wheels, and hit the kill switch for the engine. She felt the icy cold splash of methanol soak through the back of her fire suit. The next moment it felt like someone had put a nest of hornets inside. A thousand simultaneous stings of heat against her skin had her waving her arms and screaming.
"I'm on fire! Oh shit, I'm on fire!" She jerked the catch on her safety harness, hoisted herself out of the car, and threw herself down on the ground away from the car. Panic seized her as she rolled from side to side in the dirt, arms and legs flailing, trying to put out the invisible fire.
"Get it out! I can't breathe," she gasped for air, clawed at her helmet, at the burning sensation on her back. "Oh God, I can't get hurt, not now, not like this." Intense heat between her shoulders made her roll over, squeeze her eyes shut and force herself harder into the dirt. Her arms thrashed wildly. Pain viciously bit her elbows to numbness. She pounded both fists and feet on the ground.
Strong hands gripped her, rolled her and sprayed her with a fire extinguisher. Fine halon particles seeped through the air ducts in her helmet. Fumes stopped her from rolling and made her cough. The hands no longer held her, so she opened her eyes.
Wait. Reason diluted the dark haze of fear. Her throat burned, but her back didn't feel as hot as it had a moment ago. The fire was out. Relief swamped her and made every muscle weak. Covered shoulder-to-foot in the dry, hot Kansas summer dust, she lay on her stomach and tried to catch her breath.