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Hard to Resist : Downright Distracting\Shifting Gears
DOWNRIGHT DISTRACTING by Jean Brashear
After working his way up the NASCAR ranks, Ryder McGraw is ready to lead his new team to victory--until the team owner's daughter starts nipping at his heels! Hailey Rogers doesn't know the first thing about racing...and she challenges Ryder at every turn. So why is he yearning to make her a permanent part of his winning team?
SHIFTING GEARS by Peggy Webb
Married-to-his-job racing team owner Andrew Clark isn't looking for Ms. Right. But after being roped into a charity bachelor auction, he's thinking twice about staying single. And so is hairstylist Rue Larrabee. Can the vivacious redhead really be losing her heart to a shy, serious hunk? Now all bets are off as Andrew vows to turn up the heat in the race to win Rue's heart....
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October 01, 2010
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Excerpt from Hard to Resist by Jean Brashear
From the book...
Can I really be considering this? Hailey Rogers asked herself.
"Shavasana," she said aloud. Her yoga class complied, assuming the final pose, knowing she would lead them serenely into a relaxation routine that would put the finishing touches on their very strenuous workout. The cherry on top of the sundae...if Hailey still ate sundaes, that is. Or cherries that weren't organically grown.
Hailey herself didn't feel all that relaxed just now. Empty your mind, she counseled. Usually becoming one with the flow was as natural as breathing. Today, however, doing so required effort.
But she managed, as she'd had to for years as she sought to make a peaceful existence for herself after growing up with a perpetually dissatisfied mother and minus the father she hadn't seen since she was thirteen.
Yoga and the meditative life were not only a cure but her salvation, her reason for being. That's why this group of rich women had signed on for a very expensive retreat weekend in Santa Fe--because Hailey believed in what she taught and lived it every single day.
So why was she going to risk rocking the boat by contacting her long-absent father? She didn't really have an answer for that, except that in an existence built around peace and well-being, Dixon Rogers was the stone in her sandal, the gnawing mystery of her life.
It's only a phone call. And you need to know. Her relationships with men had been few and fragile because she didn't understand why her father had dropped out of her life. The man she'd been dating most recently wanted more from her than she was willing to give and had leveled some devastating accusations about her caution. She was wary, yes, but also tired of feeling that way, and she'd realized that to move forward, she had to give the male sex a chance by finding out, for once and for all.
Why, Daddy? Why was it so easy to forget me?
As the last of the students departed, Hailey strode with purpose and picked up the cell phone where she'd programmed in a number she'd looked at a thousand times but never used. Before she could wimp out, she scrolled through and punched the call button.
"Fulcrum Racing, how may I help you?"
She'd sort of expected a voice mail system, not an actual person. Hailey swallowed hard before responding. "May I speak with Dixon Rogers, please?"
"Who may I say is calling?"
Hailey gripped the phone hard. "His daughter."
"His daughter?" The soft, Southern voice hesitated. "But Mr. Dixon doesn't--" A male voice in the background spoke swiftly. The woman cleared her throat. "Ah, one moment please."
He's never even told anyone I exist. Hailey nearly hung up then, but before she could, a man's voice came on the line.
"Hailey? Is it really you, sweetheart?"
Even though she hadn't heard him speak in fourteen years, that voice rose from long-buried memory. Tears crowded her throat.
Sweetheart. He called me sweetheart. Not in a million years had she expected that.
So exactly where have you been all my life, Daddy?
"Hey, Ryder, they hung the car body for Bristol, but I don't know, man..."
Crew chief Ryder McGraw looked up from the spreadsheet he was building, switching gears instantly as he had to do many times a day. "What's wrong with it?"
His car chief, Marcus Conroy, responsible for setting up all the cars for the No. 464 team of Fulcrum Racing, shook his head. "I don't think that tweak to the front bumper is going to make tech inspection, not the way it's fabricated right now."
Ryder didn't react with the frustration he felt. Every microscopic facet of the race operation was ultimately his responsibility, including personality conflicts between the...