WRECKED

Rory Vale does not forgive.

Not the town that watched.
Not the track that kept racing.
Not the boy who crawled out of a wreck someone else died in.

Two years ago, something happened under the lights at Red Hollow Speedway, and everyone left with blood in their mouths and their own version of the truth.

Everyone except the one who never got to leave at all.

Since then, Rory has learned how to make grief mean. She wears it in her sharp tongue, her bruised knuckles, and the way people step back when she walks into a room. She does not cry pretty. She does not break softly. She survives ugly.

And Cole Falcon?

He is the name she spits like a curse.

The rival.
The survivor.
The mistake the whole town still can't stop talking about.

He should have stayed buried in the same night that ruined her.

But Cole comes back anyway, grease-stained and quiet, wearing guilt like it was sewn into his skin. He looks at Rory like he knows exactly where she hurts. Like he knows hate is only hunger with its teeth bared.

She should stay away from him.

She should want him gone.

She should not notice his hands, his mouth, or the way he stops himself from touching her like restraint is the last decent thing he has left.

But Red Hollow is full of engines, rumors, and ghosts that don't know how to stay dead.

And the closer Rory gets to the man she swore she hated, the harder it becomes to tell if she wants to destroy him-

or let him ruin her right back.

A dark small-town dirt track romance about grief, guilt, dirty rumors, forbidden want, and the kind of love that doesn't save you clean.

It wrecks you first.