I’m so excited to share the release of my new book SHE CAME FIRST.
My daughter gave me a tour of the Charlotte Speedway. I’ve always loved car racing and used to watch it with my dad, but I’d never been at a track before. We had a tour of all three tracks, drag racing, dirt, and Nascar. Then our tour guide, a lady who told us she came with the dirt, drove us around the Nascar track fast. Now we weren’t traveling as fast as the racing drivers, but with my vivid imagination I could pretend I was.
I was talking with a fellow Wild Rose Press author about the experience and she told me to write the story.
As head mechanic for her family’s stock car team, Tracy Hyland is making sure her car is ready for tomorrow’s race. If the car comes in first, she can claim her rightful place in the business. She can’t afford distractions, especially an ex high school sweetheart, one who broke her heart but still makes her engine purr.
Racecar driver Delaney P. Jones comes home to drive the Hyland’s car and to win back the girl he left behind. To break the iciness between them, he tempts his sexy mechanic into a smoldering dance of passion. His ultimate goal might prove more difficult—getting her across a private finish line.
Tracy Hyland slipped into the garage of the family motorsport business and smiled as she glanced at her 1989 Camaro. Her baby’s new blue and white paint glistened in the overhead light. Tomorrow was the car’s first race. Her hopes of standing in the number one spot on the podium depended on their performance.
She walked to the radio and cranked her music. Music and racing—pure heaven.
While the male mechanics would be at their favorite watering hole, hoping to hook up with pit bunnies for a night, she planned a quiet evening ensuring her car was tuned perfectly. Who was she kidding? She was just tinkering. Better here alone than in a noisy bar with strangers.
Tracy had become the head mechanic only after her dad died in a fiery crash. Women belonged in the office, not the track, or so he thought. She should go home and get a good night’s sleep—alone. She liked a good fuck. Actually, a great night in the sack helped her relax before a race, but she’d make do with a hot shower and Dilly the dildo to relieve her tension. What more could she want?
Tracy let the music take hold of her and boogied toward the car, twirling around and shimmying her breasts.
The side door opened, and she froze mid-step and turned.
Delaney P. Jones leaned against the jamb, filling the doorway. Her pulse quickened at the sight of her high school sweetheart.
Kayden Claremont’s Bio
Kayden’s sensuous writing style drives the characters in lustful romps. She loves reading stories of lust and love. When she is not crafting erotic romantic stories, she loves to make jewelry and travel.
Kayden is a member of Romance Writers of America, Toronto Romance Writers, and Sisters in Crime.
She hopes you enjoy her other books, Hell’s Bounty, Heaven’s Watcher, Timeless Passion, Red Hot, and Tartan Temptation, all published by The Wild Rose Press.
Author Media Links:
Amazon Author Page: amazon.com/author/kaydenclaremont