It's time for the Hump Day Hump! And since this book is finally out, I thought I'd showcase Saturday Night Special!
Saturday Night Special
Wendi Zwaduk
Contemporary, M/F, Racing, BDSM, Fem Dom, Toys, Spanking
Novella
From Turquoise Morning Press
Available here:
Smashwords: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/338439
She makes his motor run.
Blaine Haeferle drives fast and lives on the edge. He’s not afraid to risk it all for the win—unless his heart is in the mix. He loved once, but things ended in disaster. Can he accept the woman who holds his heart, despite all their jagged past?
Mallory Sweet never intended to leave Blaine without a word. But one night changed everything for her. Instead of facing her past, she ran. Is coming to terms with her past the key to winning the love of her life back?
Anything can happen on a Saturday night under the lights.
Blaine Haeferle drives fast and lives on the edge. He’s not afraid to risk it all for the win—unless his heart is in the mix. He loved once, but things ended in disaster. Can he accept the woman who holds his heart, despite all their jagged past?
Mallory Sweet never intended to leave Blaine without a word. But one night changed everything for her. Instead of facing her past, she ran. Is coming to terms with her past the key to winning the love of her life back?
Anything can happen on a Saturday night under the lights.
EXCERPT:
With Kellen on the back of the
machine, Blaine sped through the pits to the track. The surface seemed fine, if
not a little dry. He couldn’t concentrate. His mind kept wandering back to
Mallory.
“I don’t know, Kell—her being here
has me fucked up.” Blaine gripped the handlebars. “I can’t wrap my mind around
her coming back.”
“No shit,” Kellen replied. “If they
keep watering the surface, the track will get tacky but I’m pretty sure it’ll
be bone dry by lap twenty.”
“Yeah, the grip is up on the top
shelf.”
“Cool. I can adjust for that.”
Kellen gripped Blaine’s shoulders. “About your woman situation…you’re here to
do a job not tag a piece of ass. Don’t hit me and don’t throw me off the back
of this thing. She used to be a sweet girl and I can’t imagine what she’s been
through.”
“But?”
“But you’re here to race so we can
afford new parts for the Friday night car and buy a new front nose piece for
the Saturday car. The Saturday Night Special pays well and you know
it. Figure out things
with her afterward. She’ll be here. If I have to barricade the damn hauler and
enlist the badass twins, I’ll keep her there. Hell, I might even have them
escort Susie out while they’re at it. She’s not helping at all. I swear she’s
been screwing around.”
“I haven’t fucked her, so I have no
idea.”
“Good. Don’t. Let’s head back to the
pits. It appears they’re doing the fireworks now instead of after the race.
Gives me a little more time to adjust on the car and you time to work your shit
out.”
“You know you can be a real asshole
when you want to, but you’re right.”
“I aim to please or at least kick
your ass into winning. Head back to the pits, hot shoe.”
Blaine processed Kell’s words. If
the powers that be changed the order of the program, he’d have time to talk to
Mallory. Whatever she had to say, he’d be pissed. But they had a few minutes—plenty of time to make a sexy memory
before he found out exactly what she had to say. Blood rushed through his body
and centered in his cock. Yeah, he needed to make at least one more white-hot
memory with her. Blaine pulled to a stop behind the hauler. No Mallory.
Quint nodded to the hauler truck.
“She’s in there.”
“Thanks.” Blaine headed through the
side door and climbed the stairs to the cabin area of the hauler truck. Mallory
hugged herself and sat on the edge of the couch.
“Hey.” She didn’t move, just watched
him. “Blaine. I came back here because it was more private. I’m sorry if I
encroached.”
“Don’t want to talk.” Blaine locked the door and crossed the
short expanse to her. She shot out of her seat and opened her mouth to protest.
He smothered her answer with a kiss. Lust and desire slammed into his brain. As
much as he’d told himself he didn’t love her, he knew better. She flowed
through his soul. Mallory clutched at his shirt and pressed her body to his.
This, her soft body underneath him, this is what he needed. Craved. He angled
her to the couch and dropped down between her knees. He broke the kiss and
shoved her skirt up past her hips. She gasped and braced her feet. The heels of
her shoes clicked on the hardwood floor.
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