You Can Race Those?

August 12

I want to thank Maddie for having me back again. It’s always a good time with Maddie. If you can’t have a blast with your pals, who can you have a blast with?

Now the title of this post has to do with racing. I love, LOVE racing. I spend most of my Sundays writing while listening to the stock car races. I’m one of those strange beings who has to have noise when I write. Silence screws me up so much.

I titled this post ‘you can race those’ because I’ve had people ask me what I write. Well, contemporary erotic romance and the occasional paranormal erotic romance. But I love to weave racing into my stories. Sometimes it works. Sometimes it doesn’t. 

I was asked, well, how do you link romance and racing? Guys in suits. Seriously. Girls in suits. Doesn’t matter the sex of the being in the suit, but it’s the sharp dressed person mentality. Guys and girls look hot when they’re in a suit, or in this case, a firesuit. The guys and girls drive fast and risk their lives for the glory of the win. Pretty cool, but that’s my humble opinion.

I had someone ask me, well, they race cars, but you write about late models and trucks. They don’t race trucks, do they? If there’s a motor in it, someone will race it. Or they’ll add a motor and race it. Ingenuity is great when you’ve got the need for speed.  So yes, you can race just about anything.

In Saturday Night Special, my hero, Blaine, drives what is called a Late Model racing car. A Late model kind of looks like a DeLorean. Flat planes for the hood, very angular, and seemingly futuristic. But each part of the car has it’s purpose. It’s a different looking car and has huge tires.  Blaine, being a driver, has control issues. He likes things his way. But even the toughest driver has a point at which he needs to hand over control. That’s what I love about Blaine. For all his need for control, he also needs to give up control in order to center himself. That’s where Mallory comes in and it’s a sexy time.

I loved being able to work racing into this story and I hope that shines through for the readers. Saturday Night Special is one of my favorite stories because it combines my favorite things—racing, hot men, BDSM, and sex in fun places. I hope you enjoy the book, too.

Thanks Maddie for having me. I could talk about racing for hours. J


She makes his motor run.

Blaine Haeferle drives fast and lives on the edge. He’s not afraid to risk it all for the win—unless his heart is in the mix. He loved once, but things ended in disaster. Can he accept the woman who holds his heart, despite all their jagged past?

Mallory Sweet never intended to leave Blaine without a word. But one night changed everything for her. Instead of facing her past, she ran. Is coming to terms with her past the key to winning the love of her life back?

Anything can happen on a Saturday night under the lights.


With Kellen on the back of the machine, Blaine sped through the pits to the track. The surface seemed fine, if not a little dry. He couldn’t concentrate. His mind kept wandering back to Mallory.

“I don’t know, Kell—her being here has me fucked up.” Blaine gripped the handlebars. “I can’t wrap my mind around her coming back.”

“No shit,” Kellen replied. “If they keep watering the surface, the track will get tacky but I’m pretty sure it’ll be bone dry by lap twenty.”

“Yeah, the grip is up on the top shelf.”

“Cool. I can adjust for that.” Kellen gripped Blaine’s shoulders. “About your woman situation…you’re here to do a job not tag a piece of ass. Don’t hit me and don’t throw me off the back of this thing. She used to be a sweet girl and I can’t imagine what she’s been through.”


“But you’re here to race so we can afford new parts for the Friday night car and buy a new front nose piece for the Saturday car. The Saturday Night Special pays well and you know

it. Figure out things with her afterward. She’ll be here. If I have to barricade the damn hauler and enlist the badass twins, I’ll keep her there. Hell, I might even have them escort Susie out while they’re at it. She’s not helping at all. I swear she’s been screwing around.”

“I haven’t fucked her, so I have no idea.”

“Good. Don’t. Let’s head back to the pits. It appears they’re doing the fireworks now instead of after the race. Gives me a little more time to adjust on the car and you time to work your shit out.”

“You know you can be a real asshole when you want to, but you’re right.”

“I aim to please or at least kick your ass into winning. Head back to the pits, hot shoe.”

Blaine processed Kell’s words. If the powers that be changed the order of the program, he’d have time to talk to Mallory. Whatever she had to say, he’d be pissed. But they had a few minutes—plenty of time to make a sexy memory before he found out exactly what she had to say. Blood rushed through his body and centered in his cock. Yeah, he needed to make at least one more white-hot memory with her. Blaine pulled to a stop behind the hauler. No Mallory.

Quint nodded to the hauler truck. “She’s in there.”

“Thanks.” Blaine headed through the side door and climbed the stairs to the cabin area of the hauler truck. Mallory hugged herself and sat on the edge of the couch.

“Hey.” She didn’t move, just watched him. “Blaine. I came back here because it was more private. I’m sorry if I encroached.”

“Don’t want to talk.” Blaine locked the door and crossed the short expanse to her. She shot out of her seat and opened her mouth to protest. He smothered her answer with a kiss. Lust and desire slammed into his brain. As much as he’d told himself he didn’t love her, he knew better. She flowed through his soul. Mallory clutched at his shirt and pressed her body to his. This, her soft body underneath him, this is what he needed. Craved. He angled her to the couch and dropped down between her knees. He broke the kiss and shoved her skirt up past her hips. She gasped and braced her feet. The heels of her shoes clicked on the hardwood floor.

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Want to know more about me?

I’ve always dreamt of writing the stories in my head. Tall, dark, and handsome heroes are my favorites, as long as he has an independent woman keeping him in line.  I love playing with words and letting the characters run wild.

NASCAR, Ohio farmland, dirt racing, animals and second chance romance  all feature prominently in my books.  I also write under the pen name of Megan Slayer. I’m published with Total-E-Bound, Resplendence Publishing, Changeling Press, Liquid Silver Books, Turquoise Morning Press, Decadent Publishing and The Wild Rose Press. Come join me for this fantastic journey!  

If you like my work, tell your friends and email me. I love hearing from readers!

Thanks for stopping by and helping us get our motors revved, Wendy. 


  1. Thanks for having me. I love talking about racing!

    1. Good thing, because you write 'racy' stories.... *wink*