Start Your Engines
by Jim Cangany
Published by: Crimson Romance
Publication date: August 7, 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary,
Synopsis:
Buckle up for a race for the championship and the prize of a lifetime in this heartfelt reunion romance.
When racing team director Brad Thomas needs a new driver, his boss insists there’s only one answer: Gabrielle Marquez. The Indycar ace has newly returned to the United States after becoming one of the European circuit’s top drivers. But ten years ago, Gabrielle caused a crash that ended Brad’s racing career and killed their mutual best friend, along with the burgeoning crush they were exploring.
Gabby’s ready to put the past behind her, even though she knows making amends and regaining Brad’s trust won’t be easy. Rebuilding their professional relationship paves the way for healing, and old feelings soon rekindle, but a rival’s dangerous game of sabotage may threaten their team’s chance at the title.
Then an irresistible offers lands on Gabby’s windshield, forcing her to choose between her heart and her hard-fought career. Will achieving her professional dreams mean personal sacrifice?
Sensuality Level: Behind Closed Doors
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AUTHOR BIO:
A lifelong resident of the State of Indiana, Jim Cangany is proud to call himself a Hoosier. The youngest of eight children, he grew up in a household full of books and people. Thanks to the influence of his older siblings, Jim gravitated toward fantasy and sci-fi when looking for something to read. He wrote his first story at age fourteen. A school project, The Magic Coin was a fantasy that involved a king, some bad guys, and, not surprisingly, a magical token.
These days, Jim writes romance on the sweet end. If you ask him what is a guy like him is doing writing romance, he'll reply, "Those are the stories in my head." A believer that the world has enough doom and gloom, he likes stories with a happy ending, regardless of genre.
He lives in Indianapolis with his wonderful wife Nancy, sons, Seamus and Aidan, and kitty-cat Maria.
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Excerpt:
The AES machine flashed across
the finish line as the starter waved the green flag, the prismatic
paint job displaying every color of the spectrum.
“God, she’s beautiful.” The
moment Brad had uttered the words, he realized he wasn’t sure if he
was referring to the car or its driver. He was happy he didn’t have
his microphone on, though.
A video feed of Gabrielle’s
progress was in a corner of his computer screen. As she barreled down
the long backstretch, which was five-eighths of a mile in length all
by itself, he checked her speed. She was zooming at over two hundred
miles per hour.
At Gabrielle’s request, the
team had disconnected her speedometer. Brad was to report her speed
when she finished the first lap and again when she completed the
attempt. He was to say nothing else.
Brad held his breath as she flew
down the front straight, the song of the turbocharged engine sweeter
than an opera singer, and completed lap one. Her speed flashed on the
screen. It was all Brad could do to keep from shouting.
“Two hundred point thirteen.
Everything looks great.”
The first lap was pole-winning
speed.
Down the backstretch and into
turn three, the line Gabrielle took was as smooth as soft-serve ice
cream. Exiting turn four, she drifted up so close to the white
concrete retaining wall, Brad flinched and closed one eye for a
moment.
The close call didn’t slow her
down, though. She took the checkered flag, completing the run with a
two-lap average of 200.2 miles per hour.
“Congrats, Gabrielle, you just
set a Continental Series track record.”
“Yes!” Her shout almost burst
Brad’s eardrums.
Scott gave Brad a thumbs-up but
pointed at the scoring pylon. There were two cars left to make their
qualifying attempts. One of them was Chas.
By the time Gabrielle was out of
the car and had her helmet off, the number seventy-seven had the
first lap in the books at just under 199 miles per hour. He was no
threat. The team gathered around her to wait for Chas to make his
attempt.
Brad gave Gabrielle a fist bump,
but nothing more. He didn’t want to jinx anything.
The Thornton Industries machine
looked fast as it took the green flag. Brad reached out and took
Gabrielle’s hand. A pleasant tingling sensation went up his arm
when they touched. She didn’t pull away. Rather, she held on. It
was a perfect fit.
Nobody said anything as Chas came
into view coming out of turn four. Brad kept his focus on the scoring
pylon as their rival completed lap one.
199.96.
Gabrielle loosened her grip a
touch as the group let out a collective sigh of relief. Chas wasn’t
far off Gabrielle’s time, but catching her could be a tall order.
It was an order he couldn’t deliver. His second lap was a tick over
two hundred miles per hour.
Gabrielle was on the pole.
For the most important race of
the season.
At the most historic racing venue
on Earth.
Amid a cacophony of whoops and
shouts of elation, Brad took Gabrielle by the shoulders.
“You did it.” At that moment,
someone bumped him into Gabrielle, which brought his lips to hers.
The moment they made contact, fireworks went off. Brad wasn’t sure
if they were real or imagined, but he didn’t care. Kissing the
woman in his arms was electrifying.
Her lips were soft, with a hint
of blueberry from her lip balm. His thumb stroked her cheek and wiped
away a tear. All too soon, she pulled back. He opened his eyes to
find her red-cheeked but smiling from ear to ear. He recovered his
senses enough to take her wrist and raise her arm.
“Presenting
your pole winner for the Memorial One Hundred, Gabrielle Marquez.”
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