Too Late: Desired By The Rival Boss

On my twenty-seventh birthday, my husband gave my job-and my seat on his motorcycle-to my half-sister.

I'd spent forty-eight hours in the workshop making sure his racing team could win.

She answered his phone and told me I wasn't pretty enough to keep.

"Grant wants a face sponsors actually like," she purred. "I get the team and the glory."

Apparently, I was still supposed to do the work.

For four years, my calculations had won him championships. He took the trophies, the money, and the credit.

Now he could find out what he could win without me.

I signed the divorce petition, withdrew access to my private software, and rode straight into enemy territory.

Chase Whitmore's territory.

The president of Black Ridge Motorcycle Club. The man my husband hates most.

Chase has the bikes, the riders, and every reason to destroy Grant Mercer.

I have the talent that made Grant a champion.

Together, we could take everything.

But Chase wants more than a winning season. He wants me-and every kiss makes it harder to remember that this started as business.

My husband says I'll come crawling back.

Instead, he can watch me take his crown with his worst enemy at my side.