Fast, Furious and Forbidden

Fast, Furious and Forbidden
Alison Kent

Trey is determined to get down and dirty with Cardin. However, he is one of her car-racing family’s bitter rivals.Could pretending to be her charming Southern fiancé win his old enemies round – and could he lose his heart into the bargain?

Fast, Furious and Forbidden

By Alison Kent

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

Alison Kent is the author of several steamy books for Mills & Boon, as well as a handful of fun and sassy stories for other imprints. She is also the author of The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Writing Erotic Romance. Alison lives in a Houston, Texas, suburb with her own romance hero.

To Lori, Julie and Jennifer for making sure a good time was had by all of us in Dahlia.

And for Jennifer especially, for knowing Outlaw 10.5 racing and understanding insanity.

Table of Contents

Cover Page (#uc38078e9-4f6a-5fe3-a327-67a23805bc06)

Title Page (#u89617e41-41ef-5937-9abd-0839bb2790ce)

About the Author (#uecde9246-3b3d-5608-bdc1-33fd8e251090)

Dedication (#ud0cbd2f5-fbf9-5446-aa99-9d62ed82fdae)

Chapter One (#u5f6e64ec-e600-50ff-9ca0-8ae91c505653)

Chapter Two (#u92ca8231-5e6d-5990-ab7a-e952500f432f)

Chapter Three (#u45da1e67-39bc-5c1f-8958-28e00202c9ab)

Chapter Four (#u0bec94d6-aeef-57fe-ac90-7183902909bf)

Chapter Five (#u975950d6-0a44-5ce2-aba0-163b5b7e8120)

Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seventeen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eighteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nineteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-One (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-Two (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-Three (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-Four (#litres_trial_promo)

Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 1

Thursday a.m.

“WHIP! I GOTTA HAVE THAT torque wrench or I ain’t never gonna get this done.”

“Take a look in the far chest, Sunshine. The second drawer. I got it out of there earlier.”

“Well, it ain’t in there now. It ain’t in any of ‘em. Drawers or chests. I done looked.”

Hunkered down outside the Corley Motors rig, the tractor-trailer used to haul “Bad Dog” Butch Corley’s dragster to National Hot Rod Association events, Trey “Whip” Davis straightened from where he’d been securing an extension cord against the movable race pit flooring, and mentally retraced the day’s steps.

He’d had the torque wrench with him when he’d grabbed for his BlackBerry to call Butch—the driver had been enjoying a late breakfast with his wife and son—only to realize he’d left the PDA on a shelf in the hauler’s workshop. He’d obviously set down the tool when he’d picked up the phone, but—crap on a cracker.

What was wrong with his head?

This wasn’t like him, being off kilter, disorganized, careless. He was making stupid mistakes. It had to stop. And it had to stop now. He headed for the racing trailer’s open door. “Take a break, guy. Grab a corndog. Get a cup of coffee. I’ll rustle it up.”

Sunshine got to his feet, twisted and stretched his stocky five-foot-seven frame, and gave Trey his trademark sunny smile—one that reddened his already ruddy complexion, which in turn made his blond eyebrows appear to have been bleached within an inch of their life. “Can’t turn down that million-dollar offer. See ya in a bit, Boss.”

Trey watched his assistant crew chief make his way toward the concession stands, zigzagging through the haulers, popups and motor homes turning the Dahlia Speedway pits into a virtual campground.

The late morning sun shone off the reds and greens, and the blues and yellows of hundreds of logos decorating everything from trucks and T-shirts to ball caps and tattoos. Behind him, Trey knew, the snarling Corley bulldog, with its spiked silver collar, would be gleaming bright white against the backdrop of the team’s black trailer.