Deadly Race


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“Deadly Race” by Elke Feuer

Blurb:

Race car driver Remy Borden likes fast things: bikes, cars, and men. Her plans to become the first woman from the Cayman Islands to race internationally gets sidetracked when she’s injured and pulled from the final race because of a fiery confrontation with another driver.

Life goes from bad to worse when the racetrack owner is killed and she’s suspect number one because his death puts her back in the race. But racing again proves difficult when Dr. Jackson Wilson insists she stop racing until she heals, making her wonder if his ‘doctor’s orders’ don’t have ulterior motives-the racetrack owner was his friend.

She and Jackson search for the truth behind the murder when accidents start happening at the racetrack, and an adoring fan gets too close. Soon the simmering attraction between her and Jackson boils over, forcing her to admit Jackson makes her think of a life beyond racing.

Excerpt

Chapter 1

The sun’s reflection cast mini mirages across the crushed rock racetrack. Humid air floated off the surface like steam, creating an illusion the surrounding landscape was melting—the trees, control tower, and fans in the stands. A light breeze blew small whirlwinds of white dust across the track, but couldn’t cut through the thick heat and humidity of a sunny summer day in Grand Cayman.

Stock cars lined up in the distance, a staggered rainbow of colors. Their drivers made last-minute checks or chatted with friends who hung over the edges of the truck tire barricade. Remy Borden soaked up every detail playing out around her, letting it permeate through all her senses. She never grew tired of the sounds of the gurgling car engines, or the repeated conversations from the drivers and spectators.

Her family wasn’t in the crowd seated in the stands, but she didn’t care. They never watched her race—too scared she might get hurt. The kids she taught and their parents were in the stands, and that was good enough for her.

She bit back the urge to laugh, jump up and down, and wave her hands in the air wildly like a child who’d just found out they were getting the gift they’d nagged their parents for.

She stroked the hood of her burgundy and black Toyota. “Ready for this, honey?” she whispered. It was a ritual she’d performed since she raced motorbikes as a teenager, connecting her to the machines the way gardeners believe their plants grow better after being talked to.

Her fire-rated jumpsuit was hotter than hell, but she didn’t care. Tingles ran up her arm when she lifted the helmet off the passenger seat. She tucked windblown strands behind her ears before sliding it on.

Her chest tightened as she slid past the roll cage into the seat and secured her safety harness. Her glove-covered hands trembled as they skimmed across the steering wheel.

Her gaze moved over the bare console and checked the temperature gauge and oil pressure, making sure everything was as it should be. Perfect.

Excitement shot through her at the feel of the engine roaring beneath her legs when she started the ignition. The other drivers made their way to the starting line and took their position based on their timed race. She cruised toward them and took her assigned place.

On either side of her were veteran racers, battle-scar David and lightning Adam. Directly behind her was crash test dummy Jason, and in front of her was cocky Sam. Jackass Sam was a better name for him. She couldn’t wait to make him eat her dust. Again.

Dirk, the racetrack owner, stood behind the barricades watching them like hawks about to attack prey they shouldn’t.

The track marshals were in position with their flags. The starting flag rose.

The cars around her roared and adrenaline surged through her veins as she revved her engine.

The racetrack stretched out before her and the cars blurred to nothingness. Sounds became a dull buzz in the distance. The light turned yellow, and then green, and she pressed the gas pedal.

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