by Sloan Storm
At the same time, he reached inside of the pocket of his sport coat and a moment later, pulled out a piece of paper. I wrinkled my brow at him, still agitated over his behavior the past few minutes. He waved it front of my face.
“Would you like to guess what this is?”
“No.” I huffed. “Nothing you could show me right now would make up for the way you’ve been teasing me.”
He nodded, unfolding the paper and looking at it. He read it in silence for several moments, his lower lip protruding while he did.
“Well?” I said, my frustration beginning to reach a new level. “Are you going to tell me what that is or not?”
Marco looked at me.
“I thought you said that you didn’t want to know what it was.”
Without saying a word, I snatched the paper from Marco’s hands and walked away from him.
“Hey!” he called out.
“That’s what you get for being a jerk!”
I scanned the page. It looked to be a lot of legal mumbo-jumbo, most of which I glossed right over until I reached the bottom of the page. There, the very last paragraph and both signatures spelled out everything. I raised my hand to my mouth, covering it. Turning around to face Marco, I pointed at the document.
“Does this mean what I think it means?”
Marco shrugged, closing the gap between us. He smiled.
“Yep,” he began, winking at me. “I’m single and ready to mingle.”
I slapped him across the upper arm. Before I could get a word out, Marco grabbed hold of me, pulled me into his body and we began to kiss. After several moments we separated and I looked into his eyes.
“I don’t want to be with anyone else, Dani. Now that my annulment is final, there’s nothing standing between us and a lifetime of happiness together.”
I averted my eyes, looking down at the annulment decree once more.
Marco continued. “If I’ve learned one thing from the death of my father, it’s that I don't want to wait to start living.”
I drew my eyes up towards his again.
“What do you mean?”
Marco slipped his hands around my waist and pulled my hips into his.
“I’m ready to start my own family. Our family, Dani.”
I swallowed, fighting to find a breath to reply. But before I could, Marco spoke again.
“I want you to be my wife. I want to be married to you and create an incredible future together. That is, of course, if you’ll have me.”
By now, my eyes started to warm with the heat of tears. I nodded, leaning into him and wrapping my arms around his shoulders. The tears flowed, but for once, they weren’t the kind that hurt, but healed.
“I love you Dani.”
I sniffled and pulled my head away from his chest. Marco reached up and thumbed my tears away my cheeks.
“I love you too, Marco. More than anything. Of course I’ll marry you.”
We kissed, embracing each other again. The annulment decree slipped from my fingers and sailed to the ground. Thanks to his father’s fortune, we’d work together to save children's lives the world over.
But that night, holding each other close, we started by saving each other.
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Synopsis:
Dyson Vix. The bad boy of Formula One Racing.
The first time I met him he was completely naked, and he couldn’t have cared less.
The second time I saw Dyson, he just stood there, staring at me. His fire suit hung low on his waist, and his body was dripping in sweat, grease and… well, you get the idea.
The ultimate playboy, there isn’t a hairpin turn he can’t handle or a woman he can’t have. Dyson lives life like he drives – hard, determined, and like it might be his last day.
We couldn’t have been more different. After a family tragedy, I’ve been left to raise my nephew, Simon, all alone. Raising him has given me more joy than I could’ve imagined, but it came at a price. He is my entire world, and everything I do is with him in mind. I haven’t had a date in months, instead focusing solely on him. Man troubles are the last thing we need, especially the kind reckless thrill seeker Dyson Vix would bring.
But fate has other ideas.
I’ve been thrust into his fast-paced world, and the more time I spend with him -- the more I see of the troubled man behind the roguish charm -- the more my resolve crumbles. Our chemistry is undeniable but isn’t without risk. Jealousy and threats to my home life mean I could lose everything I’ve worked so hard to protect.
The stakes have never been higher.
Will we make it, or are we destined to crash and burn?
Excerpt from “Surge” (Book #1 in the Fastlane Series)
It wasn’t the first time I’d seen a man’s bare ass first thing in the morning.
But one that… perfect?
No.
Never.
With my fingers still wrapped around the door handle, I froze in place, my eyes inappropriately fixed on the man’s partially exposed, lean and muscular backside. Morning sunlight shined on him through the exam room window, casting the shadow of his hard body beneath the thin fabric of the exam gown.
I stood there for a moment too long, temporarily forgetting I was there to do my job. Just then, the man, who had been looking out the window, turned in my direction.
We locked eyes. He arched an eyebrow.
Shit.
As quickly and as subtly as I could, I averted my gaze and instead snapped my eyes to his chart which I held in my free hand. Around the same time, a strong odor of over-applied perfume entered my awareness. What’s worse, it smelled like a mix of cotton candy and sweat—cheap and tacky.
Continuing into the room, the source of the aroma appeared in my peripheral vision. To my left sat two women. One a blonde, the other, a redhead. They looked to be in their early to mid-twenties, around my age, and by the way they dressed, not from around here—Austin that is.
“Hello,” I said, flashing a polite smile at them.
Their eyes met mine with an icy glare. They didn’t respond.
I looked away from them and back towards the man.
“Mr.… Vix?”
He took an extra second to reply. His eyes wandered along my body.
Wow? Really?
At last, he nodded and looked at me. “Dyson,” he said.
The door to the exam room closed behind me with a hiss of the hydraulic swing arm.
“All right,” I began, shaking my head a bit. “Dyson… Dr. Wilcox will be in in just a moment. In the meantime, I need to check your vital signs.”
Dyson walked towards me and stopped about a foot or so away.
“Should I disrobe?”
I blinked. Clearing my throat, I stammered a response, “Um, n-no. That won’t be necessary.”
He winked at me. “Another time then.”
This had to be a joke.
I straightened my spine and nodded in the direction of the exam table. “Have a seat, Mr. Vix.”
But instead of walking towards the table, the man looked at me again.
“It’s Dyson.”
“Right, my apologies. Have a seat, Dyson.”
The thin tissue paper covering the length of the table crinkled and c
rackled as he sat down on it. Dyson swung his legs casually over the side and hooked his hands along the padded edge. Composing myself, I spent the next few minutes getting his vital signs without any further interruptions.
Once finished, I looked at him.
“Dyson, I need to draw some blood for the tests we’re required to take. Do needles bother you?”
My eyes locked on his. They were a shade of blue that I’d never seen before. Blueish gray, like steel. He reached up and slid his fingers through his dirty-blonde hair.
“Nope,” he replied with an easy shrug. “Don’t bother me at all.”
From behind, I sensed the two women watching our exchange. Their silence was the only clue I needed that they were more than just friends with him.
A couple of minutes later, I’d finished drawing his blood.
Only one thing remained before Dr. Wilcox would come in and conduct the full exam. I walked to the other side of the exam room, picked up a urine sample cup and made my way back towards him, extending it in his direction.
One corner of his mouth turned upward in a deviant curl. Wordless, he eased off the exam table, took it from me, and passed by on the way to the restroom, next to the entrance of the exam room.
My head moved on a swivel while he walked. Dyson made no effort to cinch up the back of his exam gown. He stopped, catching me looking yet again. However, instead of saying anything, he gestured over his shoulder towards the two women.
“Is it okay if I have some company?”
My mouth drifted open. “I…”
The expression on his face was indecipherable. Was he being serious? The truth was, no one ever asked me a question like that during an exam before. On the other hand, nothing about this exam was normal so far.
Dyson chuckled at my lack of a reply. “Joke.”
I responded with an uneasy laugh.
Why was this guy making me feel like a thirteen year old?
Was I blushing?
I reached up and touched my cheek with a subtle swipe.
It felt like it.
Just then, Dyson began to toss the cup in the air with casual flicks of his hand. He gestured towards the women, pointing to the one on the left.
“That’s Svetlana,” he began before he nodded in the direction of the other one. “And that’s Anastasia.”
Yep. Not from Austin.
Once he finished, he looked back at me and raised his eyebrows. I looked at him for a moment, not sure of the meaning. A second later, it dawned on me.
“Oh, I, um,” I said. “My name is Ava. Ava Walters.”
“Girls, keep Ava company while I’m gone.”
Seconds later, Dyson disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. I turned my attention back to the women, who seemed less thrilled with me now than ever.
“Anastasia and Svetlana?” I began, summoning all the politeness and professionalism I could. “Is that… are you Russian?”
They glanced at each other for a moment before cackling with laughter. Without answering me, they spoke to one another in a language I didn’t understand. Once they’d finished, they looked away from me and returned their attention to their phones.
I shook my head and tried to ignore their rudeness. Instead, I used the time to make notes in Dyson’s chart. Around that time, the door to the exam room opened. Dr. Wilcox walked inside, nodding in the direction of the women.
“Good morning,” he said.
Their attention never wavered from their phones. Dr. Wilcox approached me with a suspicious frown on his face.
“Mr. Vix? Where…?”
I nodded towards the bathroom.
“Ah, I see. Very good.” He extended his hand towards me, unfolding his fingers as he did. “May I?”
I passed Dyson’s paperwork to him. Dr. Wilcox perused my notes for several moments.
“Do you need me for anything else, Dr. Wilcox?” I asked.
Dr. Wilcox raised his hand to his chin as he studied Dyson’s chart.
“No,” he muttered. “Not right now, thank you, Ava.”
With that, I turned and started to walk away, when Dr. Wilcox spoke once again.
“On second thought, Ava, there is something I need to discuss with you.”
I looked at him. “Yes?”
However, before he told me, the bathroom door opened, and Dyson appeared. He walked towards me with the nearly full sample cup in his hand. He shook it back and forth with a few quick snaps, causing the liquid inside to bubble.
“Be careful with that,” he said, passing it to me.
I took it from him. “Thank you. I will,” I deadpanned.
When I finished speaking, Dr. Wilcox introduced himself.
“Mr. Vix? I’m Dr. Wilcox.”
Dyson nodded. “Good to meet ya, Doc.”
Dr. Wilcox closed Dyson’s folder and patted it with his hand.
“Now that we’re done with your vital signs, blood work and the like, we just need to conduct a brief physical exam, and we’ll get you on your way. I know you’ve got to get back to the track.”
“All right,” Dyson replied.
“Would you like to do the exam one-on-one?” Dr. Wilcox said. “You know, have some privacy?”
Dyson shrugged.
“Doesn’t matter to me. Everyone can stay. I don’t care.”
Dr. Wilcox was the consummate professional, always putting the needs and comfort of his patients above everything else. Satisfied Dyson was ready to proceed, he nodded, “Okay then, we’ll have you disrobe first and then come back over to the exam table.”
Without wasting a second, Dyson dropped the gown to his feet.
Still holding the urine sample in my hand, I stared in slack-jawed awe. There was no getting around it. I leered at the man. While he hadn’t yet noticed me, the women did.
“Hey! Girl!” one of them growled at me in a thick European accent.
Dyson and Dr. Wilcox turned towards me.
“Is everything all right, Ava?” Dr. Wilcox asked.
Ignoring the girl, I nodded, refocused on the task at hand, and walked in the direction of Dr. Wilcox to assist with the examination. Picking up Dyson’s folder from the exam table, I opened it and readied myself to take notes for Dr. Wilcox, refusing to look at Dyson.
After all, one look was all I needed to know he was physical perfection. Lean, muscular, not to mention the most well-endowed man I’d ever seen.
This exam couldn’t get over fast enough.
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“This story is Sloan Storm's first full length, stand alone book in her new series, Fastlane. It's got a dirty mouth bad boy that has that sexy grin that will melt your panties off. A strong, independent woman that isn't afraid to stand her ground and speak her mind. The story line is raw and breathtakingly stunning. This series is shaping up to be a wild ride that can't be missed. And that ending is perfect for this couple and I can't wait see what sizzling story Sloan will give us next.”
- Liz, Liz's Reading Life
“Holy smokes this book! Dyson and Ava's chemistry is simply off the charts, and their passion coupled with the drama and emotion this book is crammed full of, made it incredibly hard to put down - in fact I devoured it in one sitting! I can NOT wait for more of this series. If it's anything like Surge we are in for a real treat! I mean Dyson? Totally yummy.”
- Holly, Page to Page Reviews
“Wow, Dyson sure was a lot to handle. A sexy, outrageous and at times infuriating piece of work. There where definitely a few moments where his outrageous behaviour made me wish I could reach inside the book and slap him upside the head. One thing is for sure, with a name like Dyson, I'll never look at my vacuum without thinking of that sexy bastard!”
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“Dyson Vix is a sexy, playboy race car dr
iver who meets Ava, a nurse, during one of his physicals and she quickly becomes completely enamoured by him. Their chemistry is intense and when she accepts a position on his tour as a health care advisor, the lines between employer and employee get blurred. Everyone will get burned in his path to glory and you find yourself wondering what the hell she is going to do!”
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My new billionaire boss has literally turned my life upside down in less than a month. What's worse is he appears to relish the fact.
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