Racing Hard (Dirt Track Dogs Book 4) (9 page)

Surge frowned looking deeply disturbed.

“What is it?”

“I have this urge to annihilate any male that comes near her and she’s still just a baby. What the fuck will we do about
that
?”

Tana arched an eyebrow. “I have an idea.”

“I’m listening.”

“It’s simple. We pretend you’re crazy.”

Surge’s eyes went wide, his mouth quirking as he nodded. “Aw, yesssss. That’s smart shit, right there.” He tipped his head back, cackling with glee.

“Yeah, like that,” Tana laughed. “Except even crazier. Give me your most insane laugh. And make it a little maniacal too.”

Surge gave her exactly what she asked for, and maybe even took it a step further when he added crazy eyes to the mix. Yeah, no male would come around with that all up in his face.

“What the hell are you guys doing? Don’t you know there’s a race going on?” Drake called to them from the fence.

“Important shit,” Surge informed him. “We’re coming up with ways to keep males away from Gracie.”

Drake crooked an eyebrow. “Carry on, then.”

Surge bent his head, placing a sweet kiss on Grace’s cheek. “You’re never mating,” he cooed. “Never ever, ever. You’ll see.”

Tana laughed like a villain, and Surge glanced at her, shocked. “What’s that?”

She shrugged. “I’ll be crazy too. Twice the crazy, twice the effect, yeah?”

“My god, woman. I love the way you think.” He kissed her lips. “Scratch that, I love
you
. Everything about you.”

His confession brought a smile to her face. “How do you know?”

He sighed. “Because. Love is the feeling you get when you like something as much as dirt track racing, and I’ve just missed most of Diz’s run.” He dropped a kiss on her nose. “Don’t regret a second.”

“I love you too, Surge.”

His gaze was full of adoration. She’d never get used to the way he looked at her, or how it made her feel inside. How it washed away all the old and made life shiny and new.

“How do you know?”

“Because. When I think about life without you, it’s just a pile of broken parts. Together, we make a masterpiece. And because last night when you were doing that thing with your tongue I kept screaming your name followed by ‘dying happy’ and ‘do it again’.”

Surge threw his head back in a laugh. “Proof positive, right there, baby girl.”

And they laughed and laughed… happily ever after.

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Other books by P. Jameson

Dirt Track Dogs

Racing the Alpha (
Book 1
)

Racing the Beast (
Book 2
)

Racing Home (
Book 3
)

Racing Hard (Book 4)

Ozark Mountain Shifters

A Mate’s Denial (
Book 1
)

A Mate’s Sacrifice (
Book 2
)

A Mate’s Revenge (
Book 3
)

A Mate’s Submission (
Book 4
)

Holiday Novella

A Mate’s Wish (
Amazon
)

About the Author

P. Jameson likes to spend her time daydreaming, and then rearranging those dreams into heartstring-pulling stories of trial and triumph. Paranormal is her jam, so you’re sure to find said stories full of hot alpha males of the supernatural variety. She lives next door to the great Ozark Mountains with her husband and kids, who provide her with plenty of writing fodder.

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