Challenge

Nate MurphyPlayboy. Carefree. Flighty.I used to be exactly what the rumors claimed. But one night in Japan changed it all. A spitfire I was helpless to resist, an empty bed in the morning, and a report card for my "skills" only made me want her more. Too bad I only got her first name.A year later, my new Formula 1 trainee just so happens to be the woman only known to me as Remi. What could possibly go wrong when I have to spend every single day with the woman who has consumed my every waking thought for the past year?Remi Bouchard.Luck. Favoritism. A PR stunt.The chorus of whispers follows me everywhere since I became the first woman to drive in Formula 1. The moment I signed my deal with Empress racing, everything I'd achieved in Formula Academy and Formula 2 no longer seemed to matter. This is a whole new race and there's more at stake than just letting myself down.I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about my celebratory night in Japan. What I didn't expect was to come face to face with my one-night-stand on my second day with my new team. Then to learn he's going to be the one training me, mentally and physically, for this huge step in my career?Can we figure out how to push our feelings aside, or are we on a crash course of broken hearts and dreams?

Nate MurphyPlayboy. Carefree. Flighty.I used to be exactly what the rumors claimed. But one night in Japan changed it all. A spitfire I was helpless to resist, an empty bed in the morning, and a report card for my "skills" only made me want her more. Too bad I only got her first name.A year later, my new Formula 1 trainee just so happens to be the woman only known to me as Remi. What could possibly go wrong when I have to spend every single day with the woman who has consumed my every waking thought for the past year?Remi Bouchard.Luck. Favoritism. A PR stunt.The chorus of whispers follows me everywhere since I became the first woman to drive in Formula 1. The moment I signed my deal with Empress racing, everything I'd achieved in Formula Academy and Formula 2 no longer seemed to matter. This is a whole new race and there's more at stake than just letting myself down.I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about my celebratory night in Japan. What I didn't expect was to come face to face with my one-night-stand on my second day with my new team. Then to learn he's going to be the one training me, mentally and physically, for this huge step in my career?Can we figure out how to push our feelings aside, or are we on a crash course of broken hearts and dreams?