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eBook Category: Erotica/Romance
eBook Description: Determined not to be tied down, Thatcher Kaine takes the bumps and curves of life as fast as he can. Cheyenne Knight's commitment to her career leaves her no time for bad boys. But from the start, sparks fly between the two. With one burning touch after another, this couple ignites passion ... but are they moving too fast for love?

eBook Publisher: Echelon Press, Published: 2004, 2004
Fictionwise Release Date: July 2005

This eBook is part of the following series:

• Men of Entice Novellas

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Words: 27557
Reading time: 78-110 min.
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ISBN: 1590803752

"Too Fast for Love is a great story! The sexual tension is scorching ... will keep you turning the pages until the very end. 5 Angels!"--Fallen Angels Reviews

"Hmm, do I want this one, or this one?" Cheyenne stared at the men in front of her and considered her choices. She'd never been lucky in this kind of situation and she didn't like being forced to choose with no prior knowledge. The way the four men in front of her looked she could catch any number of things. No, she'd rather not set herself up for disappointment. She folded her arms across her chest and sighed dramatically.

"Just pick one, Chey," a short, curly-haired man urged. "The rest of us have lives you know. We don't have time to stand around waiting for you to pick."

"Don't rush me. What if I pick the short one? That would be bad, right?"

All four men grinned. Jarrod finally spoke. "Well, that depends on how you look at it. Short isn't always bad."

The heat of a blush crept into Cheyenne's cheeks at the inference. "You guys stop it, you're making me nervous." She paused, shaking her hands nervously in front of her. "I hate having to do this. Why can't one of you make the choice? I trust you won't take advantage of me." She reconsidered her last remark when they all remained silent. "My mother used to warn me about men like you."

Thoughts of her mother brought an old pang of sadness up to the surface. She swallowed the lump in her throat and forced her mind back to the dilemma at hand. She wasn't lucky by nature. In fact, her friends always told her if she didn't have bad luck, she'd have no luck at all. Now she had to do this. She searched the faces of the men for signs of what she might be in for. Their serious expressions worried her. She could work with just about anything, but something about their demeanors didn't feel right.

"Cheyenne, we're all going to be old and shriveled up before you pick."

She reached out slowly, and after several more minutes of contemplation, she let her finger rest on the exposed tip. "Fine, this one." She frowned when Jarrod laughed.

"Well, the good news is, you got the long one."

Cheyenne looked from one face to another, then on to another. Suddenly, all four men looked smug, but not necessarily relieved. A sinking feeling in the very lowest part of her stomach told her, all was not right in her world. "So, what exactly do I win?"

"The rest of you can leave and I'll take care of Cheyenne." Jarrod Crane pointed toward a chair in front of his desk. His usually sullen blue eyes sparkled. This alone unnerved her. The other three men filed out of the room, each one offering a smile and a wink. "So much for bad luck," one of them mumbled.

A slight gnawing in her belly told her something wasn't right, definitely not right. If this was such a prime assignment, why weren't the others more disappointed in losing? A touch of optimism poked through her suspicions as she considered their motives. Maybe they thought they were giving her a chance.

"Don't look so nervous, Cheyenne. You know I watch out for you," Jarrod consoled.

"Why am I not convinced by yoursincerity?" Cheyenne lowered herself to the edge of the chair and leaned her elbows on his desk. "So what exactly is this big chance for me?"

Jarrod sat down behind his desk and shuffled through a stack of folders. Finally, he pulled out a blue notebook and handed it across to her. Cheyenne took it, leaned back, and flipped through the plastic covered pages. There were several shots of someone in a colorful suit and helmet. It took her a minute to realize she was looking at a racecar driver.

"Are you familiar with him?"

Cheyenne laughed. "I wasn't even sure it was a him."

Jarrod stood and walked around the desk. He stopped in front of her and leaned back against the desk. "Oh, yeah, it's a him all right. That, my dear, is Thatcher Kaine."

"Why does that name sound so familiar?" Cheyenne struggled for some grain of recognition. "Oh, wait, he's the one who got mad when the trash rags reported he was having a torrid affair with that rock diva."

"That's him. He's one of the race world's hottest drivers. Very controversial character. Some of the old timers say he's too reckless to make it on the circuit." Jarrod crossed one foot over the other. "He's been racing for ten years, but only went competitive two years ago."

"And?" Cheyenne asked.

"He missed rookie of the year because of several crashes that put him in the garage with no wheels."

Jarrod stopped talking and she got a funny feeling in her stomach.

"Okay, I'll bite. What does this have to do with me?" Cheyenne knew before he said it and it all started to make sense. She'd been bamboozled. All of the guys knew what the assignment was before they drew straws. "Wait, why didn't anyone else want this job?"

"It's not that that they didn't want it. It is a prime assignment, but I thought it needed a special touch."

"That's crap, Jarrod."

He walked around the desk, sat down, and leaned back in his chair, drumming his fingertips on the padded armrests. "No, it's not. Any of the guys would have taken this, but I think you'll get what I want."

Cheyenne sighed. "What is it you think is in it for me?"

"Your name in Texas Today.

It wasn't what she'd expected at all.