Racing The Alpha (Dirt Track Dogs #1) - Plot & Excerpts
His baby. His race car. She’d gotten him the win last night, somehow, even with the challenger so tight on his tracks he was nearly rubbing Blue’s tires. He had the boys checking, but he still didn’t know who drove red 57. Didn’t matter. A win was a win. That’s what he told himself anyway. Reaching into the pocket of his grease-stained t-shirt, he pulled out his sour apple Bubblicious and popped a new piece in his mouth. He was running out and could only find the damn stuff at one convenience store. And it was in the next town over. Drake listened carefully to the conversation happening on the other side of the swinging garage door. “What the hell do you mean there are no women? Racing isn’t just a man’s sport, you know.” Whoever she was, that deep, sassy voice sounded like sex on a stick to Drake. Every note and inflection danced along his too-sensitive skin begging for a reaction. “Drake!” Beast called for the second time. “No, seriously,” the woman continued.
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