Drive Me Crazy
Drive Me Crazy
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Publisher: The Wilder Rose Press
Length: Rosette (3,000 -12,500 words)
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Race track owner, Alyssa Palmer, has loved Newt Rodgers since they were in junior high, but being the local dirt-track race car driver, he has beautiful women standing in line to jumpstart his engine. An almost episode in the ladies room at Trudy’s bar only makes Alyssa that much more aware of him.
Newt can’t forget the night he had Alyssa Palmer–his best friend’s sister, for Pete’s sake–up against the stall wall…or the lacy red underwear he nearly got past before they were interrupted. Who knew the grease-stained tomboy he’d worked alongside in the pits would be hiding such treasures? But he was more than ready to find out what else was under her hood.
Newt’s chances to take the checkered flag with Alyssa are threatened when a corporate backer wearing high heels and a tight skirt offers to sponser him in the big time. He’d be a fool to turn down the opportunity, and Alyssa knows she can’t compete–not with the elegant beauty or her money. Can she stand by while he races toward his dreams of fame and fortune, or will she finally put the pedal to the metal and make a move of her own?
“I’m Alyssa Palmer. I run things around here.”
“Well, it’s nice to meet you,” Janie replied, a sunny smile plastered on her tanned face. Alyssa wondered if everyone in California seemed as fake as Janie Hayden did right now.
“I bet Newt’s in the pits. I’ll take you to him, but you’d best watch your step.” She pointed to the pit area, watching with satisfaction while Janie tried to hide her discomfort.
The pit area for Muddy Waters Speedway was in the center of the track. The high banking made a tumble quite possible; high heels wouldn’t help keep anyone upright. Alyssa wondered if Janie would argue against walking to the pits, forcing her to page Newt to come to the grandstand. If Newt was under the hood of his car–and Alyssa knew he would be this close to qualifying–he would ignore the pages, leaving her to baby-sit Janie while she tried to manage the facility.
“High heels weren’t the best fashion choice.”
Alyssa laughed. She couldn’t help it. “Have you ever been to a dirt track, Miss Hayden?” She began walking toward the pit area gate at a slow pace. Janie tiptoed behind her.
“Please, call me Janie, and no, I haven’t been to a dirt track before.”
“Well, have you ever seen a stock car race?”
“I’ve been to the NASCAR race at the California Speedway. That’s where I met Newt.”
Alyssa slipped a bit on the slick track, the banking primed and ready for the first qualifying heat. Newt and his buddies had gone to the West Coast in February; she hadn’t known he’d had a little fling while there or that the fling would show up in Summit Hill.
“Not much further,” she called to Janie over her shoulder as she climbed over the waist-high retaining wall without breaking stride.
She saw Newt, his face streacked with oil. Underneath all that grime, he smiled the most perfect smile. That had always been her weak point. All Newt had to do was smile at her, and she was gone.
His blue eyes sparkled the closer she got to him, and Alyssa’s heartbeat accelerated. If he would just stop smilin’ at me.
She turned to look at Janie and her heart sank to her stomach. Newt wasn’t smiling at her. He was smiling at Janie Hayden.
