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When Jonah Scott signed for Durand Racing four years ago, everyone thought he’d take them back to their glory days, like his dad and grandpa did before him. Now he’s going into his fourth year in Formula 1 without a world championship under his belt, and everyone is starting to question if he has what it takes, himself included.
As the team’s mistakes and race losses stack up, and the media won’t let him ignore his shortcomings, he does everything he can to avoid media obligations, branding them as enemy number one. Until Olivia Fraser turns up in the paddock and demands his attention.
Despite being told her interest in Formula 1 is nothing more than fancying hot drivers, Olivia Fraser doesn’t let that stop her from claiming her dream job as a Formula 1 presenter. She’s used to being told she doesn’t deserve a place on The Formula Way team, and her knowledge of the sport is constantly called into question. She’s usually able to keep her cool, but when she clashes with Jonah Scott, she finds it harder to bite her tongue than usual.
Rumours spiral, and the two of them are forced on a road trip across Europe to try and put out the fires of the clashes they’ve had in the paddock. Many hours spent in Jonah’s car, a few shared hotel rooms, and a dangerous bet later, they discover they have more in common than they thought and learn that maybe first impressions aren’t always the best.
494 pages, ebook
First published February 22, 2024
It was comprised of motorhomes that teams built specifically for a race weekend to house their meeting rooms and hospitality areas for the team, invited guests and sponsors. While they were called motorhomes, they looked more like miniature skyscrapers.
I knew the producers would eat this up, and social media would have a field day with it. The cracks were finally starting to show on Formula 1's Golden Boy, and I didn't have it in me to fully care. Even the image of Kelly's furious face wasn't enough to deter me today. However, when I glanced up and spotted the disappointment plastered over Olivia's face, I found myself swallowing the guilty lump in my throat.
“Don't you have some random girl to make out with?” I snapped back,
and the crooked smile he shot back told me he knew he was getting a rise out of me.
“Maybe I'll go and see if Liv's game."
His chestnut-brown hair was perfectly messy, sun-kissed skin shining with a layer of sweat from the heat, corded arms on display just to piss me off even more. The way the sun was shining through the garage caught his eyes in a way that made them shine the brightest shade of green I’d ever seen.