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Everyone had dreams of making it big in Formula 1. Me? This is my F1 nightmare. He was the broken bad boy. He dropped panties with one sexy smirk, a beacon to every girl desperate to land an angsty fixer upper. My first love, my best friend--he stole my heart, my virginity, then obliterated my life when he moved to London to follow his race car driver dreams. I’ve avoided him like the plague, but now I’ve been thrust into his world again. He’s not the same boy I fell in love with. Now he’s all man--a millionaire celebrity athlete. And I’m not the same quiet, nerdy girl he left ...

They call him the Paddock Playboy--a disgraced Formula 1 World Champion. A tattooed bad boy with a reputation, he has a penchant for supermodels and supercars. An alpha race car driver earning more headlines in gossip magazines than trophies. I was hired to clean up the mess he made. I was his PR professional. He calls me his nanny. I have my own problems I left behind in New York. But I found all new ones on the race track.  He thinks his sexy, smart mouth and bad attitude will drive me to quit, send me home packing. He thought wrong. He messed with the wrong woman this time. Oh, and that...

We’re best friends. The original forbidden fruit. We have to stop this before it wrecks us both. Jo I moved away from my best friend when I was fifteen. It nearly killed me. A decade later, he disappeared after a devastating Formula 1 crash left him a shattered, broken, husk of a man. I had no choice. His demons control him. My wagon has always been hitched to Logan Kendrick, Australia’s sexy hero F1 driver, my boss, and best friend since we were kids. Whether he chooses to drag me up into heaven, or down into darkness, is entirely irrelevant, because that’s where you’ll find me. ...

A meaningless tryst with a younger man. A one night stand on the anniversary of a tragedy. That’s all he was supposed to be. I needed him to make me forget. He asked me to give him everything. I’m 38. He’s 26. That’s the least of our problems. The ruthless personal assistant of a top team on the grid, I’m as Type-A as they come. I make the world go ‘round for my athletes. Then I blow off steam dancing my ass off at London punk shows. There was no problem a fierce attitude and big, black boots couldn’t solve, until I met Brodie. Icelandic driver, Brodie Lusk, skated through ...

Time moves fast on the racetrack.  It moves even faster when you’re being chased. Kinsley It’s a transpacific flight, my fresh start thousands of miles away from the danger that’s imprisoned me. Producing a new Formula 1 docuseries is my way out. I’m done cowering, hiding, and being afraid of what lurks in the shadows. Nothing can touch me now. Except maybe him… Embedding with this Texas racing team just became a lot more attractive. The way he’s looking at me, with eyes so blue they should be illegal? I recognize a sexy smolder when I see one. Can sixteen hours on an airplane ...

First rule? Don’t sleep with your best friend’s little sister.  Second? Don’t sleep with your teammate’s sister. Danica He’s my big brother’s teammate and everything I am not. He’s a rich, arrogant, entitled snob. He lives in an Italian villa, for God’s sake. I live in a hole in Prague. People think he’s hilarious, charming—the smooth-talking, panty-dropping F1 race car driver. Always with a joke, a mischievous, sexy smirk.  But nothing about my life is funny, and I’m not here for the reasons my brother thinks I am. Dante If one were paying attention—and I am—...