Pole Position by Sofia Grey
Name of series and book number in series: standalone
Genre: Contemp sports romance
Publisher: Acelette Press
Date of Publication: 12 February 2016
Price: $0.99 until 18 February, and then $3.99
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Her best friend or her lover. How can she choose?
Jon’s glamorous life as a racecar driver is poles apart from Anita’s job in a bookshop, and he’s drawn to her in a way he never imagined. After one unfaithful, soon-to-be-ex-wife, and a revolving door of models and actresses, Jon finds Anita’s innocence and vulnerability a breath of fresh air.
Anita’s abusive ex-boyfriend left her running scared of any kind of relationship. Picking up the pieces of her life is hard, but her best friend since childhood, Danny Webster, is only too willing to help. And then she meets Jon. He completes her in a way Danny never could.
She doesn’t expect the men to hate each other on sight. Losing Anita isn’t an option for Jon or Danny, but only one man can take pole position for her heart.
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Romance author Sofia Grey spends her days managing projects in the corporate world and her nights hanging out with wolf shifters and alpha males. She devours pretty much anything in the fiction line, but she prefers her romances to be hot, and her heroes to have hidden depths. When writing, she enjoys peeling back the layers to expose her characters’ flaws and always makes them work hard for their happy endings.
Music is interwoven so tightly into my writing that I can’t untangle the two. Either I’m listening to a playlist on my iPod, have music seeping from my laptop speakers, or there’s a song playing in my head – sometimes on auto-repeat.
Spotify playlist for Pole Position:
“Jesus, Anita.” He interrupted, his face darkening. “He’s a fucking playboy. You can’t seriously be thinking of going out with him.”
Colette and I both stopped chewing and stared at him.
“You’re an innocent. He’ll eat you up and spit out the remains, then move on to the next willing body. Is that what you want? To be just another notch on his already well-scarred headboard? I didn’t think you were like that.”
Heat bloomed in my cheeks, and the toast crumbs threatened to lodge in my throat. I swallowed them down, and sought my composure. “It’s only dinner.”
“Yeah, only dinner. Then he pounces. What if you’re so flattered you can’t refuse? He’s a complete fuckwit, mark my words.”
“But Danny, you said—only the other day—you wanted to meet him. What’s changed?”
He rolled his eyes and stomped into the kitchen, arms crossed. “I’d like to meet him, as one bloke to another. I don’t want you to get involved with him. He’ll fucking destroy you.”
I sat there, unable to say anything. I’d known Danny all my life, and he’d never behaved like this before.
He tugged angrily at his tufty, ginger hair, and sat down next to me at the table. “Anita.” His voice was gentle. “He shags women and moves on. His wife divorced him because he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. He dates models and actresses, not nice young girls who work in bookshops. He’s bad news. Please don’t go out with him. You’re not that type of girl.”
It felt as though Danny had smacked me in the face. His words rang through my head. Could he be right?