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Wreckless

Moto Grand Prix #2

This book and story has been my heart and world since 2015 - when I went to my first MotoGP race and soon after, penned the first chapter. It fills me with honor that I now get to share it with you. Because Massimo and Lorelai, they are every bit a part of me as my own soul.

WRECKLESS

 

Coming May 25, 2021 from

Sourcebooks Casablanca

 

I am so incredibly privileged to be working with such a supportive editor, Mary Altman, and the entire Sourcebooks team. It’s been a joy from conception to cover art, and I have to offer a million thanks to my rockstar agent, Kelly Peterson of Rees Literary, for bringing us together.

Image by Joe Neric

SUMMARY:

 

She is my rival. My Tigrotta. My dearest enemy...and the greatest love of my life.
But this, I can never let her know.


I've spent years as a professional motorcycle racer vying to prove myself to the world, even as I fought to save my family from the clutches of a man who would like nothing more than to see me fail. He's not the only one. My Lorina—America's Sweetheart Lorelai Hargrove—would also like me to eat her dust.

But this is the game we play. She pretends she hates me, and I wind her up as I pretend she's not all I think about. And yet after a deadly wreck, her confidence is so shaken, my Lorina needs me to stop being her favorite enemy and remind her there is a tiger within who will do anything to win. That I want to spend the rest of my life chasing her to that finish line again and again and again.

If only the battle to make it to the podium didn't cost us everything our hearts desire.

What Early Readers

Say About WRECKLESS

Denise Williams blurb for Wreckless (2).

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Before we do, a quick word from Lorelai:

 

From Wreckless

 

 

With every step toward him, it feels like a decision I don’t want to name. The conclusion of where this ends that I can’t wrap my mind around yet because we don’t . . . do that.

 

But here I am. In his room. And he’s on a bed. Waiting for me.

 

My pulse throbs in my chest and I pull my eyes from his dark jaw, looking anywhere that will stop me from racing down the road toward the unthinkable.

 

I glance toward the safety of the TV.

 

My back stiffens, and I whirl toward the door. “Yeah, good night.”

 

“Lorina,” he says, and it stops me dead in my tracks. It doesn’t stop the cruel hand of fear inching toward my throat.

 

Of all the things that could be playing on his television set, it’s the crash at Jerez that has threatened to ruin my entire career. The simple memory of which has destroyed every shred of my confidence. Betrayal bites at me, and I can’t stop wondering why it feels like I found another woman in his bed.

 

“I don’t want to watch this, Massimo. I lived through it, and that was more than enough.”

 

“Come sit with me,” he says again, softer. “It is easier to watch if I can see you, so I can remember that you are okay.”

 

His words lock me in place, breaking me in half. He isn’t supposed to say those things to me. He isn’t supposed to sound like he really means them. Like it really does hurt him to watch the crash, and he really does want me next to him, just so he can feel better.

 

I should go. I shouldn’t even be here in the first place. I can’t be in his hotel room—what would people say if they knew? Mason and his never-stopping mouth would say we were sleeping together, and we’re not.

 

I don’t care if Massimo is sexy. I don’t care if it would feel good. I’m not doing it.

 

“Per favore, cara . . .”

 

Damn it. Not that name. That’s the new one. The secret one. The one I’m afraid to translate online because I want to hear it from him first. Why he’s calling me that. Why now.

 

I take a deep breath, squaring my shoulders. I can control my actions, thoughts, and feelings. And I can hang out with a guy without it meaning anything more. I work out with Billy and Mason all the time when we’re home, and I can watch TV with Massimo. It doesn’t have to end in nudity and orgasms and awkward “Where do we go from here?” conversations. We can just spend time together. As friends. While we can.

 

Keeping my back to the screen, I walk toward the bed and sit next to him. It’s a little weird, trying to find a way to sit where I’m comfortable. But that’s basically impossible with the small amount of space between us strangling me; how easy it would be for it to become less. How cold the air is on my skin and how warm he looks in that hoodie.

 

Maybe that’s what he had in mind all along.

 

If it was, he doesn’t act on it. He doesn’t do or say anything, just rewinding the video to restart the sequence of events. My fingers pick distractedly at the down comforter, waiting for the sound of the crash. Massimo’s hand lies on my calf.

 

I startle at his touch, my eyes flying to his and pleading with him not to go there. I can’t take it right now on top of everything else. He doesn’t move his hand, only slightly arches his eyebrow, and I swallow. He waits.

 

I wish I’d worn something more modest than shorts and a T-shirt. I wish I’d worn nothing but lacy lingerie under a trench coat, a scarf and set of handcuffs in the pocket.

 

God, what is wrong with me?

 

Whatever it is, it doesn’t matter now. Because with just the tiniest bit of pressure that tingles over every other part of my body, he begins gently massaging my leg, and I can’t bring myself to do anything except look at the bedding and let him keep touching me.

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HERE HE IS

I about fell out of my chair when I first saw it -- it is so absolutely Massimo, and more than I ever could have hoped for when I first started writing this story. 

 

Massive thanks to the entire Sourcebooks Casablanca team for making my dreams come true, and to the unparalleled talents of photographer Craig White.

 

And a massive thanks to every one of YOU! For being here, for championing Fearless, for waiting for Wreckless. 

 

There will be one more book in the Moto Grand Prix series after this, and I am not ready to face the day that this series comes to an end. But in the meantime...

 

Be sure to sign up for future updates concerning giveaways and the pre-order campaign, and don’t forget to pre-order your copy so you can enjoy the rest of Massimo and Lorelai's epic rivals-to-lovers romance in May 2021!

LET'S GET WRECKLESS! 

 

Xoxo & Happy Reading,

 

Katie

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