Published Date: May 19th, 2014
Description:
Everyone’s fueled by something…
Cassidy Miller is living her dreams as an EMS helicopter pilot saving lives in Arizona. When her helicopter crashes in bad weather and a member of her crew is killed, her life, as she knows it, is over. Suspended from her job and desperate to escape memories of that night, she jets to Europe and is swept along on a whirlwind world tour of Formula One racing courtesy of her father, an executive sponsor of a team.
Sexy, daredevil British driver Ronan Hawes has no room in his life for anything but winning. Strategy meetings, press conferences, practices, sponsor events and racing consume him. Half way through the season, he’s on track to win the Formula One World Drivers Championship--a title that has eluded him for years--and no emotionally damaged woman, felon father, rookie rival or rumor mill are going to run him off course.
From Brussels to Abu Dhabi, Texas to Germany, their relationship speeds across the globe, navigating the dangerous turns of life, love and racing.
Inspiration for the book
It’s not easy to write the perfect heroine for a Formula One racecar driver. These drivers are revered the world over. They have buckets of money and prestige and arguably the best job in the world: driving the fastest cars on the planet.
The heroine in High Octane: Ignited, Cassidy Miller is a helicopter pilot. Not just any helicopter pilot, an emergency medical services (EMS) pilot.
Flying EMS carries a certain prestige in the aviation world—in part due to the inherent danger of the job. EMS pilots land on highways and other unfamiliar terrain, night and day. Those factors and the impact of inclement weather make the job of EMS helicopter pilot one of the riskiest occupations around. Along with a crew of a nurse and a medic, they put their lives on the line all over the world every day to help others.
I hope you enjoy reading Cassidy Miller’s story, the tragedy that changed her life and the F1 driver, Ronan Hawes who helped her pick up the pieces. This book is the start of a new series, High Octane, featuring F1 drivers.
EXCERPT
sensation in the elevator on the way to his room. Cassidy Miller had used everything else to escape from her memories, so why not try sex?
Ronan Hawes slipped his card in the slot and pushed open the heavy door with one arm, indicating that she should precede him. She was so close, she got a whiff of whatever scent he was wearing.
“God, you smell good,” she blurted out. The door clicked shut behind them. “What is that?”
Expression sheepish, he admitted, “Calvin Klein, but I’m under contract with
Burberry.”
She smiled. “You unfaithful swine. What’s wrong with Burberry?”
“Too ... British. Reminds me of Prince Charles. I have some bottles in the bathroom if you fancy it though.”
“No,” she said, suddenly noticing the intensity of the inner gold ring of his irises.
“You’ve met the prince?”
“Several hang around the circuit, but I only got within sniffing distance of my own at a ceremony for an ex-teammate. I buggered off, though, before our aftershaves clashed.”
Of course he was in that league. They all were. And what did she sound like? An enthralled schoolgirl.
“I know.” Ronan reached for her hand, teasing his thumb across her knuckles, making her breath catch. “This royal chitchat is putting you off, killing the moment. Just tell me to shut up.”
“No, no, it’s um—” She broke off as his hand slid up her arm, sending a delicious shiver to the back of her neck. She stepped back two paces. “Mind if I raid the minibar?”
He looked surprised but recovered smoothly. “Nightcap? Pardon me for not offering, through here.”
He led her over to the bar area and extracted a bottle. “Bourbon, wasn’t it? On the rocks?”
Cass shook her head. “Straight up is fine.” She didn’t need him to take a trip to the ice machine. Better to get her drink and get this over with. She studied him while he poured. He was exceedingly good-looking. Enviable bone structure, square jaw. And suave. Definitely suave. What had she expected? That he’d jump her like some hick? Even standing still, her head was swimming, and her stomach was vaguely nauseated. All those drinks on an empty stomach. She’d be comatose if she weren’t careful. As if on cue, the room spun. She reached out a hand and made her way unsteadily over to the loveseat.
“All right there?” The tiniest frown appeared between his eyes, but his smile remained.
“Fine. It’s the shoes, not used to heels,” she mumbled. Oh God. Had she just slurred?
He carried the drink over and set it on the glass coffee table, out of reach. She leaned over to grab it, nearly pitching face first onto the table. Now he was staring at her, not amused in the slightest. “You sure you’re all right?”
She waved a hand in his direction and picked up the drink, then stared into the glass as the nausea welled up. “Excuse me.”
She dashed for the bathroom.
About the authors:
Fueled by black jelly-beans and Pinot Noir, Rachel Cross writes fast-paced contemporary romance with a twist. She lives in coastal California with her surfer/pilot husband and two daughters. Her past includes stints as a firefighter, paramedic, clinical manager and Weekly World News tabloid model.
Ashlinn Craven enjoys writing “head versus heart” romances where lovers face toe-curling problems usually caused by wayward technology or each other. In her twenties she worked her way across Europe's technology hot-spots before succumbing years later to Alpine serenity, writing, marriage and motherhood . She lives in Switzerland which held its last Formula One race in 1954.
Authors' Giveaway
"High Octane:Ignited" // "Rock Her", by Rachel Cross // "Rock Him", by Rachel Cross // "Spiraling" by Rachel Cross // "Maybe Baby" by Ashlinn Craven // 25.00 Amazon Giftcard.
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