Burnout - La série

Ever make it your life goal to stay far, far away from sexy men who live and breathe vehicles? No? Just me? Most of my life has been spent hiding behind one of the West Coast’s most infamous players in the automotive industry. But when he unexpectedly dies and the family business falls under new management, I’m forced to step from the shadows. After being relocated across country, they demand I infiltrate the local street racing scene, find out who runs it, and aid in a takeover. I convince myself there’s no other choice. Failing to carry out these demands will result in the unraveling of my darkest secrets… the unraveling of me. Then, I meet them — the men who bring light into my otherwise spiraling dark existence. They are intoxicating, dangerous, and irresistible. And, as if things aren’t complicated enough, they’re my only leads to the underground world of fast cars and dirty money. Will I be able to unearth enough information to keep my secrets buried without losing these men who are quickly stealing my heart?

Are you wondering how that whole “Remi keeping her distance from sexy men who live and breathe vehicles” thing is going? In short… terrible. My heart got involved. It wasn’t supposed to run a race of its own, especially one where the competition is fixed — a guaranteed loss no matter how fast or well I drive. Choosing a side was never in the job description. Imagine a game of car-crew tug-of-war: A rope is tethered between two vehicles. Racers have their hands wrapped around the steering wheel and sticky tires grip the asphalt. Engines are revving to pull at the signal — competitors ready to claim a win. That flag entangled and dangling in the middle dividing the two sides? That’s me. The rope represents my secrets. My integrity. My pride. My fight… My feelings. With the job sabotaged, deciding where my loyalties lie has now become a requirement, and there’s no room for negotiations on this high-speed, two-lane freeway. Family… or feelings? One has to lose.

Keeping my distance to avoid getting emotionally involved, failed. Remember that game of car-crew tug-of-war? Well, the rope snapped, leaving me alone in the center, unable to reach either dangling end. The tension force in the rope and the resistance between the crews? That was my fault. There is only one solution for fixing things — a modification to the plan that got us in this mess to begin with. I need to distance myself and do what I should have done the day I was forced into the job: Burnout. Circumstances initiated the challenge. Grit and determination filled the gas tank. I opened the throttle wide… and lost. But the daughter of the late automotive guru, Troy Delancey, does not give up just because she tasted defeat in the first couple of races. The time has come to stage a match with my own set of rules and show these crews how to race — and win — like a girl.