High Octane: Fueled

Release date: August 25, 2014
9781440584510cvrMaddux Bates’s Formula One racecar isn’t the only thing that needs an overhaul this season. The Texan rebel’s bad boy behavior on and off-track last year won him the championship—and an image problem. Now he needs to keep his sponsors happy, his car on course, and his exploits out of the tabloids.

Oncologist Brynn Douglas spent the last dozen years buried in school, patient charts, and research. But the reality of practicing medicine—at least at the prestigious Gates Institute—isn’t what she’d hoped. Then a seventy-year-old billionaire shows up in her office with an irresistible proposition: play the role of his girlfriend while secretly treating his blood cancer as they travel the F1 circuit.

When their paths collide, Maddux quickly sets his sights on Brynn. He’s used to taking what he wants, but if the media catches him romancing a seemingly taken woman, the bad press might get him fired. One complicated relationship should be more than enough for Brynn, but every time she sees the sexy Texan, their attraction burns hotter.BUY NOW

Falling in love on the F1 circuit is a crash course in adrenaline. Will Maddux and Brynn’s race to the finish end in a total blowout or total victory?

by Rachel Cross

Contemporary
Sensuality Level: Sensual

Author Bio:
Fueled by black jelly beans and Pinot noir (never together), Rachel Cross writes fast-paced contemporary romance with a twist. She lives by the beach in California with her surfer dude/helicopter pilot husband and two daughters. Before becoming a romance author she was a professional firefighter, paramedic, clinical research manager, small business owner, and Weekly World News tabloid “model.” Find Rachel Cross at www.readrachelcross.com, on Facebook, and on @readrachelcross.

 

An excerpt from High Octane: Fueled:

Brynn Douglas stared numbly at the numbers on her computer screen. Nearly every value was in the abnormal category. Prognosis? Terminal. Brynn would not be getting her neighbor’s grandmother enrolled in a clinical trial after two rounds of treatment for blood cancer—instead she’d be lining up hospice care. That made five patients this week. Her eyes burned and she reached for a tissue. Three years into her practice and giving that news to patients never got any easier. What she needed was a little more professional distance. A tear tracked down her cheek. When would she learn that? Not today, apparently.

Moments later there was a rap at the door.

“Just a sec,” she called, but her colleague, Jacob Green, was already walking into her office, trailed by an older, vaguely familiar, distinguished-looking gentleman. Thank God for the makers of waterproof mascara. She disposed of her tissue and rose from her chair, masking her irritation with what she hoped was a welcoming smile.

“What can I do for you, Jacob?”

The men crossed the room, and Brynn came around her desk, extending her hand.

“Dr. Douglas, meet Carl Belamar,” Jacob said.

Her smile faltered.

Carl Belamar?

The millionaire who had become a billionaire investor backing one successful start-up after another in the Bay Area was in the oncology department?

He took her hand in his firm clasp, and she scrutinized him for outward signs of illness so closely, she forgot to say anything. His tan hid any pallor; he was wearing a very conservative business suit.

When she didn’t find anything notable, she raised her eyes to meet his, which were assessing her with equal intensity. He laughed. “You doctors.” Belamar released her hand and turned to Jacob. “Thank you, Dr. Green. That will be all.” He indicated the door with an outstretched arm and a smile, lest the man not understand he was being dismissed.

“Of course, of course,” Jacob said backing away. “Whatever you need, Mr. Belamar, the hospital, we … anything.”

Brynn stared at her colleague in amazement. She’d never seen Jacob so flustered. The man was more machine than flesh and blood—he was a brilliant administrator and a genius with digging up research money. Unfortunately, his Arctic bedside manner meant his patients had flocked to her three years ago when she’d joined the practice, irreparably damaging his ego. He’d had it out for her ever since.