Crashed

As sweet as Samantha Whiskey or Helena Hunting sports romances, and as tortured as Katy Evans or Meghan March.

Secrets?

We all have them. Some darker than others. I've avoided relationships for moments like this exactly. Why you may ask? Well, someone always learns your darkest pain that you've tried to bury deep. My secret is one that I've worked too hard to hide.

A lifetime ago and a person I don't wish to be again is hidden in that past. It's something I don't wish to dredge up. That Circe is long dead. Or so I thought.

When my job at the Sports Network hurls me into the path of Casper Crown, the sexy, and young racing phenomenon, I know this could venture from the strictly professional to something more.

No matter how hard I try to stay away, I find myself drawn to Casper. Every feeble attempt to avoid him brings us together.

The closer I come, I find he's not at all who he seems.

Sure, Casper on a motorcycle may be fearless, and in the bedroom he lights the tires, but even the champion can't outrun the truth. And if I wish to keep my secrets just as that— secrets — then I need to avoid the pull of my heart.

After all, Casper Crown is a distraction I can't afford.