No tits in the pits!
You can grab my pole, Kacey!
If Kacey Snyder was a lady, she’d be at home!
I’d heard it all before–all the ways I didn’t belong–and it never stopped me. Until a well-deserved punch to a fellow driver banned me from NASCAR for the season. Now, my only chance to drive is at the Indianapolis 500–the most prestigious race in the country.
And I’m the only woman competing.
Unfortunately, my contract didn’t mention the suffocating publicity nor the abrasive mechanic building the car.
Garret Gallagher guards many secrets behind his callous attitude–how much he dislikes me isn’t one of them.
That’s fine with me. I can’t stand him either.
Especially the way his Irish brogue makes me melt
over words that chill me to the bone.
In my world, nothing matters except power and speed and proving myself.
Until him. Until us.
As obstacles unfold and secrets unravel,
suddenly I’m fighting for more than the finish line.
They say revolutions begin with a single spark.
One driver on the track. One desire that can’t be stopped.
But in a revolution driven by love,
What if he was the only prize worth winning?
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