Nascar Romance Novels Novels & Stories

She'd already discovered that no one was due privacy in the Blackwood house. Neither was safety. --- Night – The Lounge The fire spat. The crystal decanter glowed like blood in the glass. Nathaniel sat across from Harrison, one foot bouncing on the knee, scotch unbroken in his hand. "You were right," he said. Harrison's eyes spat. "What?" "Her secrets." Interest sparked in Harrison's eyes. "Go on." Nathaniel didn't. Not yet. He leaned forward instead, his voice icy now. "She's not gold-digging."

When the son of the devil Raoul forced me into marriage, I turned out to be fucking mistress, and now I ended up being in another twisted situation. I could still remember what she looked like. She was painfully beautiful. I could still hear her voice in my head. I wished it was just a bad dream, and I wanted to wake up from it. But what I heard was real. Nate gently patted my back. I cried my heart out. I hate that Nate was always right. He even knew me more than I knew myself. The hard part was I couldn’t resist loving Luke despite everything. I wanted to get angry and call him names, but I couldn’t. He was still in my heart, loving him more even though it really hurt.

Or maybe he'd suddenly realised that accepting a marriage proposal from a stranger didn't exactly speak of a sane mind. But he'd started it first. Too late for regrets, buster. I stood up and offered my hand to him, smirking at his questioning gaze. “Come on now. Like all deals we need to shake hands. You're well enough to do that aren't you Roman?” I emphasized his first name challengingly. It sounded ironic coming from me, given how I'd refused his hand in my bedroom, but matters changed. Something flickered in his gaze that I couldn't understand, but then, his lips lifted into what I could only call a deep devastating smirk.

to Ratchet’s accomplishments. I pulled out a few more pieces of paper and one picture. I point to the picture. “ This is my race car, Frankenstein.” Then I point to the papers. “ I’m a national racing champion. I have been for years. Marcos is the best wrench man in the country.” I say. “ Oh, please. That isn’t a real job. You can’t make any real money.” Marissa scoffs. I look at her for a minute. Hank looks at her like she has lost her mind “ Have you never heard of NASCAR?” We all laugh. “ It is funny because I make a good living doing it. I have been for years. But since you are worried about money, as usual, let me tell you something. With my combined winnings, I make roughly two hundred

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult stuff, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4)Danika Williams 5)Mary Redferne PS this book is set up in the 1960s Mary Redferne I was in the car, tapping my foot restlessly as the driver drove inside the gates of a mansion of the guy I was about to marry in a few months. Yeah I know, crazy! I never thought that I’d settle for an arrange marriage

My rational mind screamed to run far away. When he opened the door, guiding me toward the plush leather seats, all resolve was demolished. Easing into the driver's seat, he tipped his head in my direction. "Where to, Sasha?" "Columbus Street." His only acknowledgment was a slight sensuous chuckle before starting and revving the engine, maneuvering the swanky vehicle out of the parking lot within two seconds. The roar of the powerful motor hummed between my legs, goosebumps licking along every inch of skin. My nipples continued to ache and filthy thoughts slithered into my mind, the bad girl longings described in romance novels.

I took a glass and suggested a toast, everyone raised their glasses. "Cheers!" We all said. I might not have Alexis but this is all i need. ** That's it! The final end of The Beautiful Nerd! I really hope you enjoyed the story of Alexis and Kyle! Thank you for reading through the plot holes and terrible grammar. There's a book two titled: The Wedding Planner, available on my profile! Thank you once again!

Too much chemistry, really. Nikki and Oliver had the volatile kind of chemistry. The kind that blows up and leaves the earth scorched. It had made for a passionate love life, but nothing comes without a price. And that price was usually paid in emotionally charged arguments. It hadn't been long before they mutually decided to end it and just maintain a business relationship.

The scent of the forest mixed with smoke,dried herbs and tobacco. Kane Rivers. Legendary bachelor, custodian of the Brim Pack, tall, broad, dangerous in every sense of the word. I’d met him before, sure. Exchanged nods, brief conversations. I knew who he was. I knew the stories. But seeing him tonight… seeing him in the firelight, eyes sharp, posture rigid, all control and intense — my chest started pounding for no reason I could explain. And then, somehow, our eyes met.

“You’re staring at each other again.” Noelle’s small voice cut through the thick silence. Sebastian stepped back immediately, releasing Nyra’s arm as if he’d been caught doing something forbidden. Nyra straightened, ignoring the sting in her grazed arm. “We’re not.” “You are,” Noelle insisted. “Like in the movies before they kiss.” Sebastian cleared his throat. “Enough.” Sirens wailed outside the lodge. Guests were being ushered away, security shouting instructions. The scent of gunpowder still hung in the air, mixing with pine and melted wax from fallen candles.