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Lola Bishop has been sent to handle me.
The Royal family wants to keep their newfound bastard in line and my reckless behavior on the race track.
So I punched the King.
So I fell in love with his wife.
I didn't ask for any of this. I have other plans - plans that don't include following orders from an uppity socialite forced to play publicist - even if her temper is as red-hot as the woman herself. She's one of them, which means she's off-limits.
I promised myself I'd keep my distance when Lola walked onto my track, but, then again, I've been known to break the rules.
Anders Stone thinks like a race car driver: with his gear stick.
Knowing that should make him easy to deal with, but he made up his mind about me as soon as I stepped one stiletto on his race track.
I didn't ask to be thrust into his adrenaline-fueled world, but I'm the family fixer. My sister wants me to whip the reluctant Royal into shape. He seems determined to test me at every turn, especially by way of sinful smirks and stolen touches.
So I'll let Anders think he's the one behind the wheel, but I know the truth. He can't handle me.
