We recently discovered the incredible phenomenon of NASCAR-themed romance fiction, stories filled with passion and grease and beautiful people being driven swiftly to ecstasy and Victory Lane alike. What follows is a brief selection from one such tale.
From Force of Nature, by Kristina Cook:
Damon resisted the urge to lean across the table and inhale Shelly's sweet coconut scent. Thank God her mother had left right after the celebration in Victory Lane had ended. Shelly deserved to celebrate, not make more arrangements to keep her mother out of trouble. Without that added responsibility, she seemed as if a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders.
Her bare shoulders, he mentally added. Other than that one time in her motor home, she'd been wearing her racing uniform every time he'd seen her at the track. Seeing her now in a halter top and jeans was somehow disorienting, he realized, forcing his gaze away from the broad expanse of bare skin and up to her face, instead.
Her big blue eyes met his, and she smiled. "So," she said, oozing confidence, "let's talk about that sponsorship deal."
Be sure to tune in for the next steamy installment of Tailpipe — your smutty NASCAR romance story hour!