Flawed Formula: A Forced Proximity F1 Romance
By Rose Gravestone
She's the variable he never accounted for. He's the crash she can't walk away from.
Victoria
Asher Lawrence has two settings: hostile and viciously hostile.
I’m the lucky intern who has to deal with both.
I’m building an algorithm that could put him on the podium, but Asher’s a driver who’d rather place last than admit I’m right. My work could save his career, but he doesn’t want saving; he wants me gone.
Somewhere in the middle of our war, Asher’s cruelty fades. His grumpiness softens. And...
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She's the variable he never accounted for. He's the crash she can't walk away from.
Victoria
Asher Lawrence has two settings: hostile and viciously hostile.
I’m the lucky intern who has to deal with both.
I’m building an algorithm that could put him on the podium, but Asher’s a driver who’d rather place last than admit I’m right. My work could save his career, but he doesn’t want saving; he wants me gone.
Somewhere in the middle of our war, Asher’s cruelty fades. His grumpiness softens. And the man I find underneath his prickly armor is so much more dangerous than the one who wants to get rid of me.
Now, I’m faced with the one variable I never accounted for: I’m falling for the surly driver with a heart of gold. He’s the flaw in my formula, and the one factor that could cost me everything.
Asher
Victoria’s a mouthy intern who won’t leave me alone. Unfortunately, she’s also completely off-limits. My career’s already hanging on by a thread; she’s a complication I can not afford.
She’s also the first person who’s ever stood in my corner without wanting something in return.
I try to keep my distance, but I can’t stop putting myself her path, and I’ve run out of excuses for why. She’s under my skin in a way I don’t have a name for and can’t seem to fix. The worst part isn’t wanting her, it’s knowing exactly what it’ll cost us both—and still not having the strength to stay away from her.
We were never supposed to happen. But in F1, the most dangerous moment isn’t the crash. It’s the split second before it, when you know it’s coming…
…And have already blown past the point of no return.
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