Blurb:
When
a straitlaced journalist and a fearless motorcycle racer are thrown into an
interview together, will they find any common ground? Or are they destined to
clash?
Gloria Heath loves her job as a lifestyle
journalist. She also loves the perks—free meals, complimentary spa treatments,
behind-the-scenes access and more. So when her boss sends her on an assignment
to the British Superbikes tournament at Donington Park
When she experiences the atmosphere and the
racing, however, she starts to see the attraction. Soon after, she finds the
perfect case study for her article. Rafe Donovan is fearless, ambitious, and
the underdog of the tournament. He’s also drop dead gorgeous. She eagerly sets
out to interview him, but soon discovers the bad boy biker is a tough nut to
crack. The more she asks questions, the more he shuts down. Throw some
chemistry into the mix and things go from bad to worse. Can she get the
material she needs, or is her first foray into sports writing doomed to fail?
Note: Fast Lust was previously published in
the British Bad Boys Boxed Set.
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Excerpt:
Gloria Heath gaped at her boss, Graeme,
unsure if she’d heard him correctly. No, no, she couldn’t have heard him
correctly, because she thought he’d said he wanted her to go and cover the
first round of the British Superbikes at Donington Park
Graeme frowned. “Something funny, Gloria?”
She snapped her focus back to her editor
and smiled. “Sorry. I must be going deaf, or mad, because I thought you said
you wanted me to cover some motorbike race.”
His expression was stony. “I did,” he
replied coolly. “Do you have a problem with that?”
Blinking, she opened her mouth, then closed
it again. Narrowing her eyes, she said, “But I’m a lifestyle reporter. I
cover—”
“I’m well aware of what you cover, Gloria.
I’ve been your boss for three years—don’t you think I’m familiar with what you
write by now?” He sighed. “I know it’s not your usual thing, and is way out of
your comfort zone, but don’t you think a change would be nice? A bit of a
challenge for you?”
Gulping, she replied, “A ch-challenge?
Graeme… did I do something wrong?”
He rolled his eyes. “It’s an article,
Gloria, not a bloody punishment. No, you didn’t do anything wrong. Your work is
exemplary—always has been, and I’m sure it always will be. But I have one of
the sports writers off sick, with no one else available to take his place, and
not covering the first round of the British Superbikes is tantamount to
blasphemy for our motorsport readers.”
A feeling of dread settled in her stomach,
making her nauseous. “Do I… have a choice?”
Graeme raised his eyebrows. “I’m an editor,
not a dictator. But come on, Gloria, do me a favour here. Like I said, there’s
no one else to take his place—you’re the only one with time in your schedule.
If I’m not mistaken, the stuff you’re currently working on isn’t
time-sensitive. Sunday’s race, however, is.” He leaned forward and put his
elbows on the desk, then flashed her a smile. “We’ll even put you up in a nice
hotel, right near to the track. One little article, Gloria. You’ll be saving my
life. Please.”
Gloria knew when she was beaten. Graeme
wouldn’t force her, she knew that, but it was clearly very important to him.
And he’d never asked her to do something like this before—he was generally very
laid back, and let her get on with writing pretty much whatever she wanted to.
So one article out of her comfort zone—albeit way out of her comfort zone—was
the least she could do. “All right,” she said resignedly. “I’ll do it, for you.
But you have to give me a full briefing on what exactly you’re looking for. The
last thing I want is to end up writing something where I’ve taken completely
the wrong angle.
“And,” she added, “where the hell is Donington Park
Graeme’s expression turned despairing. “In
the Midlands , Gloria. Near Derby
and Nottingham . North of Watford
Gap.”
“Bloody hell, that’s miles away! Have I got
to drive? I’ll need a pool car.”
“Drive, get the train, hell, you can even
fly. The circuit’s next door to a bloody airport. I don’t care, as long as you
go, all right?”
She folded her arms. “The train will be
fine. Though a first class ticket wouldn’t go amiss.”
Graeme rolled his eyes. “Done.”
“And about the briefing…”
“Of course! I wouldn’t send you in there
unprepared. Right, you go and carry on with whatever you were doing while I get
all the arrangements sorted. Come and see me when you get here tomorrow
morning, and we’ll go through everything you need to know.” She nodded and
stood up, then turned to leave. “Oh, and Gloria?” She turned back. “Thank you.
I really do appreciate it.”
“You’re welcome, boss. Just don’t make a
habit of it, all right?” She winked to show she was joking.
Grinning, he waved a hand at her. “Go on,
get out. I’ll see you in the morning.”
*****
Author
Bio:
Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author
of erotic romance novels Stately
Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic
Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love
Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller), The Persecution of the Wolves and Hiding in Plain Sight. Including
novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 160 publications to her name. She
owns Erotica For All, and is one
eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out
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