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Pam Foster, like many single-moms, is just trying to get through life one day at a time. Stubborn and determined, Pam juggles career and family, doing her best to look forward and not dwell on the past. But when your past includes the sexy Gary Foster, that’s easier said than done.
Gary Foster, the famous stock car racer, set the young and impetuous Pam on fire as he burned up the track and made her the sole object of his desire. After a few years of marriage, motherhood, and too much time watching her husband trying to survive life in the fast lane, Pam decides she can’t deal with the dangerous nature of Gary’s work and walks away.
Now, circumstances leave her no choice and Pam has to go to the track to see Gary race. She is determined to keep her distance, but the second they look at one another sparks fly, reigniting a passion that never died and a need they can no longer deny.
As Pam re-enters Gary’s fast-paced world, past enemies, unresolved feelings, and old secrets once again threaten to keep them apart. Will Pam and Gary find their way back to one another? Or will the ghosts from their past and their fear of the future keep them forever On the Run? Editorial Reviews:
From Lena C., Fallen Angel Reviews
"...filled with action, romance and the feeling of knowing that two divorced people have a chance for a life with one another again."
From Cherokee, Coffee Time Romance
"...a story filled with passion and a touch of suspense...an intriguing read of vengeance and romance that shows optimism in finding that one person and sticking with them no matter what the price."
Excerpt:
Gary waited for Pam to say something. Anything. He watched her twist her hands in her lap. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights when she finally said, “Okay, let’s talk.”
He stood up and walked to the refrigerator, opened it up, and stared inside for a couple of minutes. Now that he had her here, he didn’t know where to start. He just knew that this was a long time coming. “Do you want something to drink?”
She huffed out a breath, obviously impatient at this distraction. “Yes, fine. What do you have?”
Gary thought about it. “This is going to require something stronger than soda.”
He reached into a six-pack and pulled out two beers. He handed one to her, knowing that they both shared the same taste in beer and he didn’t need to worry that she wouldn’t like it.
She hesitated, opened her mouth to say something, and then took the beer.
“Thanks. She opened up the beer and took a swig. Letting out a satisfied breath, she sighed, “Ahhh…”
He agreed. He was hoping that alcohol would help loosen them up so that they could get past this awkward moment. He found that most of his earlier bitterness had burned out, leaving him curious and cautious.
They both sat back, drinking their beer. The silence had now turned compatible rather than awkward.
She turned to him. “How are you really doing?”
He looked back at her. “I’m usually okay, but sometimes I wonder what I’m doing with my life.”
Her face looked skeptical, “What do you mean? I thought you were doing what you always wanted to do. Racing.”
“Yeah, but sometimes it seems empty… I just never understood why you left me. It’s kind of like a wound that won’t heal.” His voice held a hint of bitterness. He stood up and threw his bottle into the trashcan, then grabbed two more from the refrigerator, handing one to her before opening his. He drank deeply and looked back at her. “So.”
She looked uncomfortable. She picked up her first beer and finished it off. She attempted to open her second bottle but was having trouble. She looked at Gary.
“Can you help me?”
He grabbed her bottle and twisted off the top. “So are you going to leave me in suspense or are you going to finally give me some real answers.”
He watched as she took a swig of her beer and stood up. She walked over to the mirror in the small hallway leading to the back and adjusted her hair a little bit. He knew she was stalling but he sat, determined to wait her out.
With one last look at her reflection, she turned around and said, “I’m not sure what you want from me. Do you remember the day I asked for the divorce?”
He snorted in disgust, of course he did. It was the worst day of his life. It nearly ended his career. “Yeah, I came home from a shitty race and you threw divorce papers at me and told me you didn’t love me anymore. Of course I remember that day,” he said bitterly. “How could I forget it?”
She walked back to the bench and sat down. “It’s true. I didn’t love you anymore. How could I? I didn’t even know you. You were always gone.”
He laughed, bitter. “Bullshit. You could have moved down to North Carolina at any time. Nathan could have gone to school down there and we could have visited everybody in Virginia whenever you wanted. There is something that you are not telling me.”
She sat there in silence. She wasn’t going to help him at all.
“Okay, so you’re going to be stubborn about this. Well, there is something you still owe me.”
That got her attention. “What?”
“My goodbye kiss.”
She sucked in her breath when he got up and walked towards her. He couldn’t believe he was doing this, but this feeling of frustration was getting the better of him. He hated that she wasn’t going to give him the only thing he wanted.
Answers.
He sat down next to her on the bench and leaned forward. His lips touched hers as he kept the kiss gentle. He tasted beer and nerves. He pulled back and looked into her eyes. Her pupils were huge, turning her eyes black. She whispered, “I don’t think this is a good idea.”
He moved closer, his lips inches away from hers, and whispered into her mouth, “I know.” Than he plunged in and kissed her again. This time the kiss was different. This kiss was wild and didn’t have an ending. It had a question with no answer. His head moved, finding a better angle and his tongue delved into her mouth. She moaned and pulled his head closer.
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What am I doing? She couldn’t think. It just felt so good to be kissing Gary again. He tasted of beer and sin and it was oh so familiar. It was like coming home. She tried to pull back, but he held her steady with his hands.
She couldn’t fight it anymore. It had been so long. She gave in to what her body wanted and wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him everything she had.
The kiss deepened but it still wasn’t enough.
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