When Sam meets her sister’s sexy mechanic, alpha-male Verlaine, she instantly falls for those gorgeous brown eyes and rugged charms. Soon a steamy romance begins! Unfortunately, there’s unfinished business between Sam and her ex-boyfriend, the charismatic billionaire, Marcus.
Sam’s sister, Gemma, knows that only Marcus can save her vintage-car business. Marcus is compelled to rescue Gemma and win back Sam, and he certainly won’t let the hired help muscle-in.
Will Sam choose the penniless new love or the wealthy ex? And how will she tame her childhood nemesis, a classic Bentley, to become the strong and powerful woman she’s always wanted to be?
Throw in some hot gay romance into the mix, and you have an exciting joyride to rev you up and set you free!
Genre: FICTION / Romance / GeneralDriving Me to You has 60 reviews on Amazon and is currently ranked in the top 100 of free women's fiction.
Chapter One
It is a truth universally acknowledged that if a young woman sits idle in front of a laptop computer for long enough, her mind will soon drift to sex.
Sam hovered her fingers over the keyboard and forced her mind to focus on her world-changing idea instead of her neglected libido. She took a deep breath and inhaled the aroma of polish and fresh coffee, which incited a smile deep within her bones. Wasn’t it wonderful to be alive and free? Admittedly, the price of tea in this cosy café had shocked her when she’d first seen the menu, but this was Kensington, not Calcutta. Sam shivered at the thought of India. Had she really been in all that heat and chaos, only two weeks ago?
But it was comfortably cool in here, and Sam was grateful for her sunshine-covered spot by the window. She slipped off her trainers, and sat crossed-legged on the chair, getting comfy at the wooden table. She reached out and sipped her tea. Then she spat it straight back into the mug again, realising it was stone cold.
Sam chuckled. Nothing could tear down her optimistic mood today – not even Gemma. Not even the devastating aftermath of her father’s death, which pounded at her brain every night, waking her each morning with painful shards of regret.
Sam shook herself back to the present, with the sense that someone was watching her. She turned her head and discovered that there was a man outside the café window, staring in. A fluffy feeling flurried in her chest. The man wasn’t conventionally handsome, but he was quirky, and quirky – by definition – didn’t tend to crop up every day.
A flash assaulted Sam’s imagination – the guy strode inside, cleared the crockery with a sweep of his arm, and fucked her strongly over the table, until she was possessed by pleasure.
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Italian
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Already translated.
Translated by Silvia De Cristofaro
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Translated by Lucimar Costa
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