First rule? Don’t sleep with your best friend’s little sister.
Second? Don’t sleep with your teammate’s sister.

Danica
He’s my big brother’s teammate and everything I am not.
He’s a rich, arrogant, entitled snob.
He lives in an Italian villa, for God’s sake. I live in a hole in Prague.
People think he’s hilarious, charming--the smooth-talking, panty-dropping F1 race car driver. Always with a joke; a mischievous, sexy smirk.
But nothing about my life is funny, and I’m not here for the reasons my brother thinks I am.

Dante
If one were paying attention—and I am—this girl screams trouble.
Forbidden, off-limits, a terrible idea. She’s all of it, and I don’t do complications.
My life was neat and tidy.
Until she stole my wallet.
Then the blue-eyed siren took everything else--my best friend, my career, things I didn’t know I could lose.

‘Just do me this favor,’ he said. ‘Help my sister out,’ he said. ‘You’re my best friend,’ he said.
I tried to stay away, but you know what they say about good intentions…