The Streets Series by Ali Parker

Hot. Fast. Dangerous. Only two things are capable of sating my hunger: racing and women. I’m a devil behind the wheel, and there isn’t another man in New York City who can beat me. Nor any dumb enough to try. But there was a woman who could. My ex-wife, Evie. And she did. F*cked me up real good. Thanks to her, I gave up my dream of racing, but I can’t run from fate forever. The evil bastards at her side have taken over the underground racing scene, but I’m diving back in deep... moreHot. Fast. Dangerous. Only two things are capable of sating my hunger: racing and women. I’m a devil behind the wheel, and there isn’t another man in New York City who can beat me. Nor any dumb enough to try. But there was a woman who could. My ex-wife, Evie. And she did. F*cked me up real good. Thanks to her, I gave up my dream of racing, but I can’t run from fate forever. The evil bastards at her side have taken over the underground racing scene, but I’m diving back in deep. With my focus on the road, the last thing I need is a distraction, but that’s just what Laina is. My best friend’s little sister feels off limits, until she isn’t. Perfect curves and a smile that could melt hearts, this woman has me wanting to say yes from the start. She’s relentless and drives me mad with the desire to be bad one more time—just for her. I might be outracing demons, but I’m not running from anything. Not me. Not ever again. less

Living life in the fast lane. One day at a time. Never thought I’d get away from racing cars and turf wars, but I have.If someone had told me I’d be opening a shelter for wayward teens, I’d have called them a liar.But they’d have been right.Unfortunately, it was naive to think the rumble of tires eating up asphalt wouldn’t come looking for me.A guy like me can’t hide from that life for long.Especially not when the winnings could change the lives of the kids I’m trying like hell to save... moreLiving life in the fast lane. One day at a time. Never thought I’d get away from racing cars and turf wars, but I have.If someone had told me I’d be opening a shelter for wayward teens, I’d have called them a liar.But they’d have been right.Unfortunately, it was naive to think the rumble of tires eating up asphalt wouldn’t come looking for me.A guy like me can’t hide from that life for long.Especially not when the winnings could change the lives of the kids I’m trying like hell to save.As if I wasn’t busy enough, the beautiful club owner of Ascension just happened to pop up in my life.The sexy thing walks circles around me in her leather jacket and heels.And I thought it was about winning a race. It’s not.It’s about the woman of my dreams outrunning life with me, now and forever.These are stand-alone stories that can be read as such. It's a better experience to read them in order, but not necessary. Enjoy the HEA! less

Rick The same girl has been leaving tire marks all over my heart for years. Now that I’ve finally moved on and accepted the fact that she’s never going to be mine, she’s batting her lashes at me and saying my name in a tone that suggests she wants to be more than just friends. Harley Cross is the redheaded spitfire who has owned me since the first time I set foot on a race track in the streets. Her mind is as quick as her mouth, and she’s shot down every advance I’ve ever made. Until now... moreRick The same girl has been leaving tire marks all over my heart for years. Now that I’ve finally moved on and accepted the fact that she’s never going to be mine, she’s batting her lashes at me and saying my name in a tone that suggests she wants to be more than just friends. Harley Cross is the redheaded spitfire who has owned me since the first time I set foot on a race track in the streets. Her mind is as quick as her mouth, and she’s shot down every advance I’ve ever made. Until now. Something has changed. I don’t know what it is, but I’d be a fool to ignore her, right? It’s naïve to think Harley is doing anything besides fucking with me. It’s what she does. She reels you in and spits you back out once you’re all broken and busted and chewed up. I won’t be her chew toy anymore. I can’t. My head and my heart can’t take it. But no matter how sound the logic is to steer clear of her, I can’t stop my heart from aching for her. Or my body from wanting her. She’s poison, plain and simple. All it would take is one bite to ruin me. One taste to crumble my resolve. So I must resist. less