Holeshot · A Motocrossed Romance

Owen

I can have any girl I want. Except her.

I'm good at exactly two things: motocross racing and casual sex. Or I was good at the second one until I met Lucy Salcido. She's a reporter for MotoRacer magazine, and she's been "embedded" with my team ever since I came out of nowhere to lead the championship series this year. Having her around all the time has definitely put a crimp in my style. It's tough to pick up a new girl after every race when Lucy's there, watching me. Judging me. And it doesn't help that she's the girl I really want: all sexy brown skin, big eyes, soft curves, and the kind of smart that should make a guy like me—who barely graduated high school—quake in his dirt bike boots but just makes me hot and hard.

But I don't do relationships. I can't. Not when I'm on the road all the time. Not when I've got no prospects for being anywhere else. A girl like Lucy doesn't want a guy like me. Or does she?

Lucy

He's everything I don't like in a guy. So why do I want him so hard?

When my editor assigned me to Owen Lenart's racing team, I knew I was going to dislike him before I even met him. Not only is he the kind of cocky bastard you'd expect a crazy dirt biker to be, he's also got a rep for loving and leaving them. Still, he's the hottest racer on the motocross circuit right now, in more ways than one. I am not going to deny that he's easy on the eyes and hard on the circulatory system. He does things to me without even touching me. Not that I think he's interested.

I don't want to be another one of Owen's conquests. Not a little bit. I want it a lot.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This book contains instalust, instalove, and on-the-page descriptions of very spicy Thai food. And also on-the-page descriptions of the other thing you were thinking of when you read the end of that sentence. If you like stories where two people fall for each other fast and hard, this book is for you. Best, M.A.