Italian Racing

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—...

**All right, my lovely readers, without looking into the second or third book of the series, I want you to leave a comment below and tell me which one of these men she ends up with in the end.** I’m a waitress by day and a street racer by night. This is my passion. This is what I live for. The speed, the heat, the rumble of the engine underneath me, and the adrenaline I get from it—I’m an 18-year-old who dreams of owning her own automotive shop. That is, until my father, the Italian Mafia boss, comes in and takes me away from my abusive mother. I’m stuck attending a pampered academy...