Motocrossed Series

Owen I can have any girl I want. Except her. I'm good at exactly two things: motocross racing and casual sex. Or I was good at the second one until I met Lucy Salcido. She's a reporter for MotoRacer magazine, and she's been "embedded" with my team ever since I came out of nowhere to lead the championship series this year. Having her around all the time has definitely put a crimp in my style. It's tough to pick up a new girl after every race when Lucy's there, watching me. Judging me. And it doesn't help that she's the girl I really want: all sexy brown skin, big eyes, soft curves, and the kind of smart that should make a guy like me—who barely graduated high school—quake in his dirt bike boots but just makes me hot and hard. But I don't do relationships. I can't. Not when I'm on the road all the time. Not when I've got no prospects for being anywhere else. A girl like Lucy doesn't want a guy like me. Or does she? Lucy He's everything I don't like in a guy. So why do I want him so hard? When my editor assigned me to Owen Lenart's racing team, I knew I was going to dislike him before I even met him. Not only is he the kind of cocky bastard you'd expect a crazy dirt biker to be, he's also got a rep for loving and leaving them. Still, he's the hottest racer on the motocross circuit right now, in more ways than one. I am not going to deny that he's easy on the eyes and hard on the circulatory system. He does things to me without even touching me. Not that I think he's interested. I don't want to be another one of Owen's conquests. Not a little bit. I want it a lot. AUTHOR'S NOTE: This book contains instalust, instalove, and on-the-page descriptions of very spicy Thai food. And also on-the-page descriptions of the other thing you were thinking of when you read the end of that sentence. If you like stories where two people fall for each other fast and hard, this book is for you. Best, Jackie

Sylvia Tonight, I lost my home, most of my possessions, and my livelihood when my semi rig was stolen from a truck stop parking lot in Middle-of-Nowhere, Nebraska. Yeah, everything’s insured, but that still leaves me with nowhere to sleep, one change of clothing, no way to get home, and only the paltry credit line on my Visa to cover my expenses until the insurance company settles. So it’s not like I can easily refuse when the local sheriff suggests that I hitch a ride with his younger brother, Ivan Carlson, who’s headed to San Diego to play pro hockey. There’s no reason to think Ivan will be anything but a perfect gentleman. Which is a shame, because he’s sex on skates, but it would be wrong for me to take advantage of him. Wouldn’t it? Ivan When I met Sylvia Figueres, she was having the worst day of her life. The last thing a woman in her shoes needs is some stranger hitting on her. But man, I want to. Then my brother points out that she needs a ride to the west coast and I just happen to be going that way. I can’t say no, and since my big brother, the goddamn sheriff, is trusting me to behave like the gentleman I’m not, I’m going to have to keep my feelings to myself. And drive fast. Or that’s the plan, until we wind up having to share a motel room. Whoops?

Amanda It doesn’t bother me if you call me a motoho. Ever since my cheating bastard of an ex-fiancé left me with an STD that rendered me infertile, I’m not looking for a relationship, but I do occasionally have an itch to scratch. With Thunder Valley Raceway nearby, there’s no shortage of motocross riders passing through town, and they’re fit, fine, and looking for a good time, not a long time. So why shouldn’t I partake once in a while? Still, I’m a little surprised Tyler Biggs was game; he’s not known as a player, unlike some riders I could name. And I’ll admit, I’m kind of sorry we only had one night together. Tyler is model handsome, smart, and phenomenal in bed. I wouldn’t mind hitting that a few more times, especially since he lives less than an hour away when he’s not on the circuit. But before I can decide whether or not I’m ready to take that step, life throws me a curveball, and I have no choice but to see Tyler again. Tyler I’m not normally a one-night-stand kind of guy, but the night I met Mandy, an uncomplicated romp in the sheets was exactly what I needed to remind myself that there’s more to life than motocross racing. So what if I don’t win the championship this year? I can still hook up with the prettiest, funniest girl in the bar if I want to and have mind-blowing monkey sex with her. In the best possible world, we would have more time, but motocross moves on and that means I have to, too. And then, eight weeks later, Mandy shows up on my doorstep and drops the other shoe. A teeny, tiny one.