NASCAR-Themed Romance Novels Leave Harlequin Readers Panting For More

I don’t think that I’ve ever read a romance novel. I don’t really go for the mushy stuff. But whatever floats your boat, I always say. I guess I don’t really “get” them. They seem so unbelievable. That’s why when I saw these NASCAR-themed romance novels from Harlequin—yes, I said NASCAR-themed romance novels—I figured it was the Photoshop work of some dude blog. So, I googled around, and, lo’ and behold, Harlequin really does have an entire series of romantic “Stories Set in the World of NASCAR”. With titles like One Track Mind (steamy!), Checkered Past (scandalous!), and Black Flag White Lies (my favorite!), it appears that the racing track is as good a place for hot and steamy literary romances as any other locale. After the jump, read an excerpt from Over the Wall, in which racing team manager Nathan Cargill hires fitness trainer Stacy Evans, breaking his cardinal rule to never mix business with pleasure.

Color climbed her throat and painted its way across her face. He’d rattled her again. For an instant he felt sorry for having done so, but if he gave her this job, she’d better get used to some flack. He was a nice guy compared to what she’d face in the way of resistance from the crew. If Perry and Harley weren’t on board, her training would be taking place on one long, hard road. And judging by the stony expression still on Perry’s face, he remained unconvinced. And Perry and Harley would be just the beginning of her problems.

The over-the-wall crew was growing restless, too. Some teams, who’d been together for a while, just flew in for races and then returned to their hometowns during the week. Because these guys had never worked together as a unit, Harley had already required the nonresidents to take temporary housing here, around Mooresville. All of them were itching to be back home.

Nathan could relate. His hunger to leave was nearly a living thing, the way it had begun to consume him. Usually, he did a decent job of containing his frustration, but facing this woman’s sincere enthusiasm, he felt more an outsider than ever. He wanted to admire her— and grudgingly did—but more than that, he wanted to be done with this process and gone from this room. He looked across the table at Stacy Evans.

[eHarlequin.com, Autoblog]