The Redline Racer ✔️

The Redline Racer ✔️

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By day, Riley is the invisible scholarship student trying to survive her mechanical engineering degree without starving. By night, she is 'The Ghost'-an underground street racer driving a beat-up '99 Civic. Cole Sterling is her opposite. He's rich, arrogant, and the undisputed King of the asphalt. He drives a Porsche GT3 bought with daddy's money and treats the road like his personal playground. Riley hates him. Cole doesn't even know she exists. But when Riley's bank account hits negative twelve dollars and rent is due, she does the unthinkable, she challenges the King to a race. Cole thinks it's easy money. He's wrong. Now, the broke scholarship girl holds the keys to the golden boy's six-figure car. Cole wants it back, but Riley has a condition. As they are forced to negotiate in the shadows of the garage, the line between hatred and attraction starts to blur. They say speed kills, but falling for your enemy might happen faster.
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