Harlequin & Nascar sitting in a tree

I don’t read Harequin books.  I just can’t get past the image of Fabio and his golden locks dreamily gazing at me and saying, “I can’t believe it’s not butter”.  I also don’t watch Nascar.  I don’t quite understand either of these markets, but it looks like these two kids are heading for a meaningful relationship.

In one book, our heroine, an ex-kindergarten teacher, falls in love with a Nascar driver after first being hit by his car and then driving his enormous motor coach from race to race.  Catch me I’m swooning.  Read more at the New York Times.

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