Tailspin
There was only one thing Terri Whalen loved more than stock car racing and even chocolate.
Her truck.
Growing up, the twenty-eight-year-old personal trainer had never been into girls' toys. Her first car had been a small used compact, and she'd saved until she could afford exactly what she wanted. Something big, brash and bold.
The pickup truck she currently drove was an admitted monster that made even the most testosterone-enhanced man green with envy.
First, the diesel-dual crew cab could tow just about anything, including a race car trailer. While most NASCAR Sprint Cup Series race shops hauled their stock cars and backups to the races using eighteen-wheeler transporters, for around town a smaller trailer sufficed and Terri's truck easily got the job done.
Second, the truck was totally tricked out with everything from a custom paint job to custom headers and custom exhaust. Not only could her beast tow, it could also go fast and leave a quarter-mile strip of rubber as it moved from zero to sixty.
Terri bit her lip. At the moment she was worried— and it wasn't about the trip down the church aisle she was about to take. When she'd arrived at the church, ... read full excerpt from: Tailspin ebook
