Veronica West

Merry Christmas from the Hayes Family!Want to know what's happened since Wrecked and Thorttled? This book is set years after both books and includes the POV from Eli and Letty.


A Hayes Family Christmas 

Callum Davis
I don't like men , I remind myself. But something about this man makes me question everything about myself. This man. He angers me like no other. He challenges everything I say like he has any right to argue. I’m the son of legendary driver Carl Davis. I know cars and racing like I was born to do it. And this guy walks through the door with his air of superiority and flamboyance and expects me to cower?
His very presence annoys me, so why does he make me feel things I’ve never felt before?
It doesn't matter because this could never happen. It’s just not an option in our world. I was born to race, it's what's expected of me and I have to put that above everything else.
Even my heart.


Elijah Hayes
Out of all the drivers, why was I chosen to work with NASCARs bad boy Callum Davis?
God must have a screwed-up sense of humor.
His debauchery is plastered all over social media and newspapers. Snapshots of him drinking, partying, and hanging all over women are the center page spreads. He had a shit season last year and rumor has it, Eisenhower has given him an ultimatum.
Maybe I won’t have to deal with him for long.
Being the only openly gay mechanic in NASCAR is enough to deal with, I don't need a driver with a chip the size of Texas on his shoulder to deal with.
But you know what they say about best-laid plans...they were run over by an eighteen-wheeler truck the second my eyes meet the sad dark gaze of the man who was made to be mine.
Let the games begin.

Throttled 

Letty I should’ve known. I did know. We were never going to last. So why did I still hope that we would be the ones to make it? To overcome it all. Hope is an illusion. Hope is pathetic. I was wrong. Screw that. Screw him . So, what if he taught me everything I know about racing? I don’t need him. I decide right then and there—I will never rely on any man ever again. I will get through this season, prove to Dad that I can race, and move on. Alone. Like I’ve always been, so why change now? Dax Her scent is on my pillow. Her clothes are still in the drawers. It’s like she’s a ghost that haunts me everywhere I go but one I welcome with open arms. Because it means it was real. She was real. What we have is real. And I won’t let Matthew get in the way of that. Everything I do, everything I’ve done, is for Letty and this minor inconvenience doesn’t change that. She thinks we’re done. That we were never going to last. Screw that. My little girl is so naive. She should know we’ll never be done.

Ruined 

I shouldn't want him.
Dax McCain
My coach
My boyfriend's dad
My father's friend

Add it to the list of things I shouldn't do. Like becoming the first female racer in an all male sport. Even my boyfriend doesn't support me. He would rather I be the trophy girl on his arm and not his opponent. He will do anything to try and stop me from becoming the racer I've always dreamed to be.

He's not the first man to underestimate me and surely won't be the last.
My will to race combined with my stubborn side is a deadly opponent.
I am a woman fighting to be in a man's sport. I'll prove him wrong.
I'll prove them all wrong.
And I'll do it with his dad standing by my side.

Wrecked 

Dominic Lockwood had everybody he'd ever loved taken away from him. His mother, unable to withstand the physical and mental abuse by her alcoholic husband, dies tragically, leaving young Dominic to raise his sister alone. His teenage sister Jenny falls prey to a charming sociopath who impregnates her, betrays her, and ultimately leads her to her death. Dominic vows to avenge the death of his sister. Years pass and he becomes successful and wealthy beyond measure. Through a twist of fate, he finds the identity of Jenny's lover. Whoever said revenge a dish best served cold was dead wrong.

Veronica West

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