Love in the Fast Lane
Chapter One
T. S. "Scotty" Templeton was too focused on pushing the Porsche toward two hundred miles per hour to notice exactly when or where he picked up an unexpected passenger. It wasn't your typical race-day casualty, not a bird crammed into the grille or a bug vaporized on the windshield. No, this guy had all appendages intact—two arms, two legs—and was still moving.
"Who the hell—?"
Scott wasn't known for finesse on the best of days, and while racing at night?—forget about it.
The interloper in the passenger seat puffed up with pride and announced, "Larry Cooper, but everyone calls me Speed. Pleased to meetcha."
As if Scott gave a flying fig. It was midnight, with little light bouncing off the moon. If he didn't pay full attention to the road ... read full excerpt from Love in the Fast Lane ebook