One sassy spitfire. No freaking brakes. Cue the wild ride.
They call me King of the racetrack.
Johnny “Boy” Jones.
Everything comes fast and dirty at the top.
Cars. Girls. Money.
All mine for the taking.
Nothing in my way.
Until Summer shows up at Daytona.
Long red hair. Short white dress. Mouth like lightning.
Also, my team’s new owner.
Hit the brakes!
They brought her on to keep me out of trouble.
I’ll teach her the very definition…