I have a confession to make. I am a car junkie.
It’s true. I can talk horsepower, 0 to 60 times and torque with the best of them.
Well, perhaps not the best of them, but I can actively participate in a conversations about cars that make most women’s, and a lot of men actually, eyes glaze over. I credit my uber-talented, mechanic husband with this. However, my love of driving too fast and want of something sexy & classic to do it in is why I’ve paid attention to his ‘car speak’ for all the years we’ve been together.
I know the difference between a carburetor and fuel injection, a turbo charger and super charger, and I know the effect of cold weather start-ups on fuel mileage. I can do my own oil change, a tune up and change my own fuel filter. And yes, I’m the one that gets irked when I read something totally wrong in a book – like the NYT bestseller who had her heroine remove the valve stem caps from the FBI agent’s car and the tires went flat. No, that’s not how it works.
Yup, I’m a bit of a geek.
My love of cars can be seen in my writing. I can’t help myself, I usually slip a great car in the book. Take Not Without Risk, for instance – in RISK, the hero drives a 1969 Pontiac GTO, and the heroine a 1959 Cadillac El Dorado.
I skipped giving either character in After Midnight (Black Phoenix #1) something fancy. Well, I knew Noah had a wonderful car, I just don’t point out what it is until Midnight Heat (Black Phoenix #2):
Aston Martin Vanquish Volante
Beautiful, isn’t she? (yes, I mean the car, LOL)
I typically choose American Muscle as the cars to feature in my books, since that is where my passion lies. But, Noah Clark is a British Rock Legend, so this gorgeous piece of British art was the only choice for him. And for Dominic Price—hero of Midnight Heat, who has a serious passion for this car.
A knock sounded directly opposite her head. Rebecca startled. “Go away, Nathan,” she said without opening the door.
Dom. The surge of excitement coursing through her cemented the fact that she was in trouble. Big trouble. She opened the door with a smile on her face. “It must be my night for visitors.”
“It’s a beautiful one. I wanted some air. Thought I would see what you were up to.”
“You have a habit of doing that.” Not that she minded all that much.
He shrugged, a move that pulled his black tee even tighter across his shoulders and afforded her a glimpse of abs she knew were flat and ridged. The dark sunglasses were nowhere to be seen. “You’re not going to tell me to sod off, as you obviously did with this Nathan bloke, are you?”
She glanced at her driveway, where the motion light on her garage illuminated a sleek black convertible, top down. “Rolling down the windows just isn’t the same, huh?”
“Not really, no.”
“So, it didn’t have anything to do with feeling emasculated driving a minivan?” He cursed beneath his breath. Her smile grew. “What is that thing? Is that Noah’s infamous convertible?” The one Dom had mentioned after his accident.
“First, it’s not a thing, it’s an Aston Martin. And yes, it’s Noah’s.” By his tone, Rebecca guessed she was supposed to be impressed by the brand. His eyebrows slashed downward. “Tell me you know what an Aston Martin is.”
“Worth every pound. She’s performance and elegance in one damn fine automobile. Look at her lines. She’s got style and grace combined with raw horse power.”
He was pretty passionate about the car wasn’t he? “Do you two need a moment alone?”
She laughed, which had the unfortunate side effect of a brief coughing spell. Dominic’s gaze turned cold as steel.
He stepped across the threshold. Close enough she could feel the soft caress of his breath on her cheek. He lifted a hand and gently brushed his knuckles along her neck. “What happened?”
“An incident at work. It’s…” her explanation trailed off as he cradled her face in his hand. He brushed his thumb over her cheek, her chin, then finally her bruise as he lowered his hand to her neck. His touch was feather light. Still, she couldn’t stop the tremble that worked down her legs or the tears that burned her eyes.
It was the genuine concern in his voice that pushed her over the edge. Unable to say anything, she shook her head and stepped into his body. He wrapped his arm around her back. The other shifted to cradle her head. Rebecca pressed her face against his chest as tears wet her cheeks.
“I’ve got you,” he said softly.
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