Jude Demorest Race Novels & Stories

Celeste defended others. It had to be admitted that Damon's appearance was impressive. With his full gear on, his face was not visible. But with his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and tall stature, no one could take their eyes off him. "I didn't say who's who, which shows that you got some bias," the socialite retorted. Celeste was about to speak when cheers erupted from the crowd. In just 2 minutes and 52 seconds, Damon completed the 1.24 miles race in less than 3 minutes!

“Today I’ve got a racing event, Esther, want to come?” Judy said, then added quickly, “It’s women’s racing, so you two men have no chance — don’t follow!” “Your skills? Racing? Aren’t you afraid of being laughed at?” James peeled an egg for her, not forgetting to jab, “Go play golf, do yoga, dance, isn’t that better? Why do something dangerous?” No sooner had James finished speaking than Esther’s phone rang. Seeing the caller ID — Luna Carter — she answered without hesitation. On the other end came a warm and gentle voice:

Riley grinned as she got out and accepted the well wishes and congratulations. "You little bitch!" Roadkill, who had pulled up behind her, lunged for her. Riley screamed as he grabbed her by the waist, tossed her in the air and mock body slammed against the side of her car. "I had that fucking race before you nearly went suicide over that cliff. And what the fuck was that little love tap you gave me? Thought this was a no contact race? You owe me a new light, Reaper." Riley laughed and punched him in the arm. The blond Australian was her biggest competition in these races. It was usually a toss up between them. Four others had been racing with them, but they hadn't even come close to touchin

Kristin stood beside Andy Grant, watching the cars zip around the Darlington Raceway. She knew Josh had been exceptionally nervous about this race because it was where his career had come to a crashing halt a year ago. But so far so good. And last night, he had told her he finally had his mojo back, so his head was in a very good place. They had three laps to go, and he was currently in third place. She'd brought a small camera but was too nervous to do anything but watch.

After nearly twenty minutes of searching, I finally spotted him near the front of the spectator area, bouncing on his toes with excitement. "York!" I called, touching his shoulder. He spun around, eyes widening. "Freya? What are you doing here?" I explained Maria's concerns about his racing activities, and he immediately raised his hand as if swearing an oath. "It's not like that at all!" he protested. "Today my idol, Eos, the number one female racer in North America, is competing for the first time since coming back to the country. I couldn't miss it!" His eyes sparkled with admiration. "I promise, after I watch the race, I'll go straight home. I won't do anything reckless. So don't worry,

Blue like the summer sky, clear and pure like the waters of the Caribbean, endless like his love for her that coursed through his system. Race remembered the first time he looked into those eyes. He’d been in Denver at a promotional conference for his sponsor and had to stay at this cheesy, out-of-date ski resort during a Spring Break week. Not in a very good mood because he took a fall in his last race, resulting in damage to his bike and failure to cross the finish line, and he was forced to make nice with a bunch of college kids who only wanted to get drunk and get laid, so he commandeered a stool at the resort’s bar and ordered a double scotch. That’s when he heard a crash -- a sound

“My brother’s an asshole, I know. I’m so sorry. You should totally avoid him. He’s never gonna commit to a relationship. All he does is screw around and break girls’ hearts. But I can tell that you are different. You are not gonna let him use you, right?” I nodded immediately. Whatever we have going on, this thing between us, was over. Arrogant Aston would never see between my thighs ever again. I am not going to become one of his sluts!!! “Come on, we need to prep for the race.” **** Giselle parked close to the tracks. I stepped out of the car, and landed into the Pine Creek racing world. Engines roared. Smoke curled into the air. The indistinct smell of burning rubber as tires screeched on

My gut tells me not to trust these two individuals, who seem to be in a race to see who can improve the performance of machines in their respective vehicles the most. Later, as Jasper’s motorbike whizzed by, I let out a scream and almost fell; however, I was able to grab one of Jasper’s bodies in time. I have no idea what these two gentlemen are up to, but I know they are not acquainted, and I doubt that Damon is either. Because it’s likely that if he had met me, he wouldn’t have competed with Jasper in the race. ‘What have I done wrong, and why does this day seem cursed?’

"Yamaha YZF-R3, the winner of the race." "What!?" Jace's jaws slacked. "What do you mean by the winner? This race doesn't allow any females." "She tricked others and participated as a male participant," the young man chuckled. "She is kinda interesting. As far as I saw, I think she wasn't even interested in the race. I want to know each and every detail about her."

Lexus went to us. “You’re just lucky woman. I encountered a problem with my wheel earlier.” He commented. “Oh really?” I asked mockingly. “This isn’t the last Jada, see you next week.” Lexus shot back before vanishing from my sight. He can’t accept defeat, isn’t he? “So you have to join the race next week.” Martini made me back to my senses. “I have nothing to prove on him Martini, the only reason I’ll go to that race was because of the foreign racers,” I mentioned.