Fast. Volatile. Gorgeous.

Those are the words they used to describe Kingston Reynolds on the first day of my internship. Well, it wasn't so much of a description as it was a warning. Do not fraternize with the drivers if you want to keep your job.

It was a rule I had no problem following. I never saw King. He was a God of racing while I worked at the factory with a public relations team of incompetents. That was until I found myself the center of his fast, volatile, gorgeous attention.

On the circuit he's known as the King of Wands because he's incredibly focused on winning...unless you cross him. Then he's as ruthless and cunning as a real life villain. The more time I spend with him the more I discover he's earned his name well.

I shouldn't want to be with a man like him. They warned me to stay away. And yet here I am, playing with fire and hoping I won't get burned.