Title: FURIOUS RUSH
Author: S.C. Stephens
On Sale: August 23, 2016
Format: Trade Paperback & eBook
Price: $12.99 USD (TP) / $4.99 USD (eBook)
The first in an emotion-fueled, New Adult series from the #1 bestselling author of the Thoughtless novels!
Too fast, too furious—and way too hot to handle…
Mackenzie Cox has a lot to prove. Daughter of a racing legend, she is eager to show the world that she has inherited her father's talent in the male-dominated sport of professional motorcycle racing. The last thing Kenzie needs is to be antagonized by her rival team's newest rider, Hayden Hayes. Plucked from the world of illegal street racing, Hayden immediately gets under Kenzie's skin. His insinuations that Kenzie is a spoiled princess who was handed her career fuels her desire to win, and much to her surprise, Kenzie soon learns she performs better when she's racing against Hayden.
As Kenzie and Hayden push each other on the track, the electric energy between them off the track shifts into an intense—and strictly forbidden—attraction. The only rule between their two ultra-competitive teams is zero contact. Kenzie always does her best to play by the rules, but when her team slips into a financial crisis, she has no choice but to turn to Hayden for help. The tension simmers during their secret, late-night rendezvous, but Kenzie has too much to lose to give in to her desires. Especially when she begins to doubt that Hayden has completely left his street life behind...
Honda Boy was holding his helmet under an arm while he flirted with the girls
surrounding him. He was blond, with a short, shaggy hairstyle that probably took a lot more
effort to create than it looked like. I could tell from the way the girls around him were
tittering like teenagers that he was charming; with seemingly little effort on his part, he had
all of them eating out of his hand. When a break in the crowd gave me a clear view of his
face, I realized another thing: He was smokin’, someone-hold- on-to- my-ovaries- before-
There was a perfect symmetry to his rugged features that made it seem unreal that
he was standing just a few feet away from me. He should be plastered on a billboard
somewhere, half-naked, selling overpriced cologne to men who wanted just a fraction of his
sex appeal. As if he could feel my eyes on him, he turned his gaze my way. Our eyes met and
locked, and I was helpless to turn away. There was something carnal about him, primal and
dangerous. Exotic. I was instantly captivated, and I hated that I was. This guy was neck-deep
in a world that twisted my stomach, a world that spat in the face of my sport. My career.
As his light-colored eyes bored holes into mine, one edge of his lip curved up in a
devilish crooked grin that was both playful and promising. He was practically shouting, with
just that one deadly smile, that he would satisfy my every desire, satiate every craving I
could possibly have. My heart started thudding in my chest as sensations that had been
dormant for far too long swirled to life in- side me. Luckily for me, the big man taking the
guy’s bets clapped him on the shoulder, breaking our stare down. Once I was free of his
steamy gaze, I instantly turned around so my back was to him. Jesus, was I breathing
harder? Ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous. I was twenty-two, not twelve.
“Damn,” I heard Nikki say. “You were right. I should have bet on him from the get-go.
I didn’t really get a good look at him before, but he is freaking hot!”
Inhaling a deep breath, I attempted to force my body back in line with my brain.
“This guy is undefeated?” I asked Nikki. “Really?” She nodded in answer and I had to close
my eyes for a second. A face like that with racing skills to boot? Jesus.
Clearing my throat, I nonchalantly asked, “What did you say his name was again?” I
could at least label the guy in the fantasy I was surely going to have later.
“Hayden... something. He’s been around for a while, from what I gathered.”
I risked a glance over my shoulder at... Hayden. He’d slipped his helmet on,
thankfully, although his visor was popped up. The big guy taking bets had been joined by a
skinny Hispanic guy who seemed to be giving Hayden instructions. Or maybe a pep talk. The
little guy was acting out the race that was about to happen with his hands, complete with
swerving and explosions. God, I hoped there weren’t going to be explosions. While he was
going through his dramatic highlights, the big guy looped a camera over Hayden’s helmet.
When the two competitors were ready, they backed their motor- cycles onto the
street. A cheer ripped up and down the sidewalk as the hopeful gamblers prepared for
another round of racing. I didn’t want to feel anything but contempt for what I was
witnessing, yet the energy of the spectators, the roar of the bikes—I couldn’t help the zing of
excitement that raced up my spine. Against my will, my mouth twisted into a wide grin, and
a yell of encouragement left my lips. Hayden’s helmet swiveled my way as he revved his
engine. My pulse quickened as our eyes met. Then he winked at me and slammed his visor
As the riders moved into position, Nikki grabbed my arm. “Come on. We can watch
the action from the van.”
I had no idea what she was talking about. Before I could ask her, though, she yanked
me toward a black van parked on the sidewalk. The back doors were open, and a giant
monitor attached to a swinging metal arm was sticking out above the hovering crowd. The
screen was split in two, each half showing the footage from one racer’s helmet cam. Hayden
and his opponent were both looking straight ahead, and the dual feeds showed similar
stretches of barren road. Looking down the street, I saw that the pair were stopped at a
crosswalk, waiting for the light to change.
Returning my eyes to the monitor, I found myself holding my breath as I waited for
the signal to change colors. When it turned green and the bikes surged forward, I stepped
closer to the van, like that would somehow release my pent-up energy. In unison, the crowd
around me started hooting and hollering. Swept up in the moment, I bounced on my toes
and prayed for speed. But after watching the screen for just a few seconds, I was struck with
the harsh reality of the situation I was watching. This was no closed-off track with well-
defined paths. This was down and dirty, anything goes, just get to the finish line first racing.
The bikes blew through red lights like they meant absolutely nothing. The streets
were fairly empty at this early hour, but they blurred past the few vehicles on the road like
they were standing still; they had to be going 100 miles per hour, easy. They dodged
obstacles by hopping onto the sidewalk, they fishtailed around slick corners, and they came
close to colliding with oncoming traffic more than once.
I turned to Nikki with shock clear on my face. “This is insane! Someone’s going to get
hurt. Maybe killed!”
Nikki’s face was pure elation as she watched the screens. Her expression changed as
my words sunk in, then she looked at me like I had a foot sticking out of my head. I
supposed it was odd to hear that type of statement coming from someone who routinely
hovered around the 150 mark on the speedometer while riding, but that was a completely
different kind of environment. Believe it or not, what I did was safe, relatively speaking.
Millions of dollars were spent to make it that way. This was not safe. At all.
“They’re breaking every traffic law there is,” I added, feeling like a giant stick in the
mud. Someone needed to be the voice of reason here, though, because everyone was clearly
out of their ever loving minds.
Nikki smirked at my comment. “It’s a race, Kenzie. They can’t exactly drive
cautiously. Why do you think this happens so late at night?”
“Because it’s illegal,” I deadpanned. I got a couple of odd looks from the crowd after
saying that, including a particularly nasty glare from Hayden’s bet collector. Maybe this
wasn’t the best place to be talking about the law. Shutting my mouth, I quickly refocused on
Just as I noticed a familiar section of street come into view on the monitor, one side
of the screen started wobbling, then the camera showed asphalt, sparks, spinning scenery,
and a rapidly approaching telephone pole. The crowd around me hushed as it became clear
that Hayden’s competition wasn’t going to finish this race. I heard Hayden’s bike rounding
the corner seconds later, then Nikki was once again pulling me along like a rag doll. She
shoved us into a good position to see the finish line right as Hayden’s Honda whizzed past.
He was alone. Cheers erupted mixed with a few groans from the people who’d bet on the
Just as I was wondering if anyone was going to go check on the Ninja rider, Nikki
grabbed my shoulders and started shaking me with uncontainable joy. “We won, Kenzie! We
“Great,” I said, clenching my teeth so I wouldn’t bite my tongue.
Releasing me, Nikki let out a squeal of excitement. “I just made enough money to pay
you back and cover my loss. See, aren’t you glad you came?”
I narrowed my eyes into poisonous daggers that would hopefully drill some sense
into her. “I hate you,” I murmured. Nikki held a hand over her heart. “I know by hate you
mean love, and I love you too, Kenzie. Now let’s collect my winnings and go home so you can
rest up. Big year this year!”
I opened my mouth to scold her with some biting remark about how I’d wanted to
leave ages ago, but she turned on her heel and left me there, gaping. Just as I was forcing the
muscles in my jaw to relax enough to contract, Hayden pulled up next to where I was
standing on the sidewalk. It felt like the world suddenly shifted into slow motion as I turned
my head to look at him.
He was still hunched over his bike, hands on the grip and throttle; the only
indication that he was looking at me was the direction of his dark helmet. Then, like some
freaking Prince Charming in a fairy tale, he slowly removed his helmet and tucked it under
his arm. I swear the air around me condensed as his tilted smile came into view. Jesus
Christ, this guy was sex on a stick.
Reaching up, he roughly ran a hand through his sweaty dirty- blond hair. The short,
sexy shag he’d had going on earlier was destroyed from the helmet, but somehow after just
a few scruffs of his hand, the carefree style was back to utter perfection. I kind of wanted to
mess it up again, run my hands through the strands, grab a handful and clench it tight while
I outlined those incredibly kissable lips with my tongue.
Whoa. No. I didn’t want that.
His penetrating gaze studied my face for a moment. There was something there in
his eyes that I couldn’t quite grasp. Interest, sure, but almost... sadness too. Then he smiled,
and the look vanished so fast, I was sure I’d imagined it. “Haven’t seen you here before,” he
said, his voice low and easy, like he hadn’t just risked his life. “I hope you bet on me. It
would be a shame to see someone as beautiful as you... lose.”
His grin turned suggestive, and warning signs started flashing in front of my eyes.
Danger! Do not proceed! Rocky road ahead! Turn back now! The warnings flared even
brighter when he stood from his motorcycle and began approaching me.
When he was directly in front of me, so close that I could smell the subtle spicy
aroma of his cologne, my heart was hammering so hard, I was positive he could hear it,
positive he could see my T-shirt lifting and releasing like a frantic hummingbird was hiding
under the fabric. What the hell was he doing to me? Was I nervous or excited? Because the
sensation was so similar to both, I honestly couldn’t tell.
Extending a hand, he smoothly said, “Name’s Hayden. Hayden Hayes.” I was just
about to lift my hand and touch him—my fingers even twitched in response—when he
added, “And what should I call you, sweetheart?”
Sweetheart? With those two simple syllables he had just dumped a bucket of ice
water over my head and killed any fantasy I might have had about him. I lived, worked, and
breathed in a world where men looked at me like I was a second-class citizen. To prove my
worth, I had to work harder, longer, and with everything I had inside me, all the fucking
time. I felt like he’d just tried to take all of that hard work away from me with that one
“Leaving,” I said, walking away.
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S. C. Stephens is a #1 bestselling author who spends her every free moment creating stories that are packed with emotion and heavy on romance. In addition to writing, she enjoys spending lazy afternoons in the sun reading, listening to music, watching movies, and spending time with her friends and family. She and her two children reside in the Pacific Northwest.
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