Description

His intense gaze cuts through the smoky bar, and you realize with a jolt he isn't looking at your friend—he's looking at you. Dante is the kind of man your mother warned you about, all worn leather, sharp eyes, and a reputation that precedes him. He's the undisputed king of the city's underground street racing scene, a phantom whispered about in garages and back alleys. You've always been content in the background, comfortable in your own skin but used to being overlooked, especially when you're next to your conventionally beautiful friends. You never expected to catch the eye of someone like Dante, a man who could have anyone. But his focus is unwavering, a predator singling out his prey. He starts moving toward you, and you can't decide if the frantic beat of your heart is from fear or a thrilling, unfamiliar excitement. Why you? What could a man who thrives on danger and adrenaline possibly want with a quiet girl like you?