Far Less Than Perfect

Far Less Than Perfect

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The last thing on Tristian Ryder's mind was being affiliated with an underground racing club. When she stepped into Roofer's auto shop.but there she was squatted beside a gorgeous lime green Lamborghini giving it a customized paint job complete with artwork,she had enough problems in hwr life thank you very much than dealling with hot headed and extremely demanding racers.Follow Tristian Ryder as she learns to build up herself from the scraps of her past,grudgingly let's herself fall in love and eradicate giving up from her dictionary. How does a mere racing club help her do that? Well that's for me to know and you to find out! Dedicated to all the writers who inspired me to write this, namely J.K Rowlings, mishahicks, and of course Stephen King!
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~ I put my foot down and drive to the first corner. The track is always wet at the start of the day as the water truck is able to go out and keep it that way, but by the end of the day all the water will have been used so it will be bone dry and that's when the real fun begins. I pull the hydro, the chrome shaft that's connected to my rear brakes, to lock the rear wheels so I can initiate a drift. I feather the throttle accordingly as to keep the car sideways and continue onto the next corner... This is it. Nothing else matters. Just me, my car, their car and the sound of tyres tearing rubber against the drying tarmac... ~ ~ "Laurie, you got something..." He trails off as his thumb brushes my lips enough to turn my head towards him. Before I know it, the space between us is closing and my body is frozen. His lips draw ever closer to mine and involuntarily, my back arches so my mouth presses against his. My lips burn with passion as I find myself unable to stop kissing him. My rational side kicks in and I pull myself away from him. What the hell am I doing? ~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Laurie Williams is a wreck of a woman. Alcoholism and not giving a damn are her two main personality traits. However, when her tightly knit friend group of girl car enthusiasts find a car club to become a part of, she starts to come to life. For a moment, she leaves her old life behind. But it always finds her again. On a downward hill spiral from the beginning, she loses friendships, relationships and even herself. The only thing keeping her afloat is her love for cars. Can she hold onto that love? Or will her former demons continue to ruin her? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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