Last Straw

Last Straw

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Off the Track Series Book 3 An unexpected twist of fate finds Charlotte spending a late night turned early morning with Max Verstappen. The only catch - He doesn't even touch her, but they do touch each others hearts. After a lifetime of getting it wrong, will this be the time they manage to get it right? Or do all romances with so much steam burn out too fast? If you liked Going For The Gap try reading Book 3 of my Off The Track series & secretly my favorite so far πŸ₯° Hope you enjoy!
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