Sexy cinnamon roll meets hot-tempered rival in this enemies-to-lovers sports romance.

♥️ Romeo & Juliet (with a HEA!). [18+]. Duology
🌶️ Sweet spice
🫦 Loads of tension
💋 Forbidden romance

Levi Hunt

I'm not much of a romantic, but I take my helmet off to text her back. I'm crazy about Nadine Baker. I have been since I was five when she punched Bobby Ore in the nose for making fun of my mother's hospital blanket. But she's completely off limits as the daughter of my father's biggest rival, and if my dad found out I offered to train her, he'd kill me.

Nadine Baker

Hunt is as every bit of the player his reputation perceives him to be, and I'm an idiot for agreeing to kiss him to make my ex (and his greatest nemesis) jealous, but there's no turning back now, and if I have any hope of racing this season, I need a trainer. 

Blurb 👇🏽

After missing an entire race season, twenty-one-year-old Nadine Baker is out of shape, newly single, and desperate to get back on the track. However, after the death of her grandmother, Nadine struggles to move on, and it doesn't help that no. 114 Levi Hunt, professional snocross racer, resident heartthrob, and the son of her father's nemesis, won't leave her alone.

When Nicholas Baker, Nadine's father, retired snowcross god, and owner of her race team, spends more time coaching her ex, Nadine decides to take her training into her own hands and accepts the training help from Levi Hunt, even if that means betraying her family.

Teaser 👇🏽

Hunt lurked behind—a wall hovering at my back.

I rolled my eyes, desperately trying to ignore the Pro Moto and Snocross racer as he reached over my shoulder to grab something off the shelf. The summer season wasn't finished yet. Hunt still had a few races before the snow coated the track, and he'd trade his bike for a sled.

"Are you racing this season?" he asked, grabbing a bag of Lay's classic chips. 

I knew he was asking about the winter season and not summer. I'd missed every race due to my grandmother's illness, and my standings suffered because of it.

"Yes," I replied flatly. I needed the distraction to pour my grief into something, but I wouldn't tell Hunt that.

He followed me to the register, setting his dinner from the attached cafe atop the glass next to mine. "Rumour is Jace broke up with you."

I nearly tossed the bottle of water I'd grabbed and the turkey bacon sandwich before carefully setting my soup down.

The mention of my ex infuriated me. Almost as much as catching a ride home with the son of the man who nearly killed my father in a race long before I was born. "Well, it's nice to know everyone knows my business."

"It's a small town," he confirmed. Hunt leaned against the counter, resting his arm. "People are saying he's with Jessica."

The woman behind the register flicked her gaze between us, likely recognizing us both from every weekend trip we had made for the last two years. Usually, we drove separately, but not this time.

When I said nothing, Hunt took it upon himself to fill the silence. "They've been seen riding all over town together. People are saying they're official."

I shot him a look. "She works for my dad. She's required to assess the performance of the machines." At least, that's what I told myself when my cousin Lily and a few others claimed to have seen her on the back of Jace's dirt bike when we were still together and I was with Hama.

"I'm sure she was," Hunt replied dryly. "On and off the track."

I clenched my jaw. "She's a mechanic," I stated—working under Austin as an apprentice.

"Last I checked, Tim doesn't ride on the back of my bike to assess fuel lines and brake pads," he replied, browsing the sunglasses on the rack next to us. "Has Austin ever requested to sit on the back of yours?" 

I clenched my fists, not bothering to reply. I should have. 

"Come on, Baker, don't tell me you're that naive."

I turned to Hunt. Frustrated. Angry. "Why are you suddenly so interested in my love life?"

"I'm not," he assured me, grabbing a pair of white-rimmed glasses. "I'm just curious."

"About Jace." His biggest rival and competition.

He smiled, setting the sunglasses on the bridge of his sunkissed nose. "A good rider knows his opponent's every weakness."

I snatched the sunglasses off his face. They made him look ridiculous. "Is that why you agreed to drive me home?" I asked, nearly shoving him aside when I put them back on the rack. "To get under Jace's skin?"

"Please, you're old news, Baker. If anything, I should work on nailing Jessica. That would really rile Jace."

Something in me splintered. "You're an asshole, Hunt."

I could have sworn his gaze was regretful when I turned away. "I'm paying for the gas, too," I said to the woman at the register. "Pump seven."

Hunt took out his wallet. "I've got the fuel."

"No," I snapped. "We are not friends. Or acquaintances. You're a means to an end, and I'm paying you for the ride."

"You can pay me in other ways."

I sighed. This was the longest trip I'd ever made.

Hunt laughed. "I didn't mean like that, but if you need a bit of hate sex to help you chill, I can definitely aid you on that front."

I handed over my card, ignoring the way the cashier arched her brow. "I wasn't thinking about sex, Hunt." And I wasn't, but now that the thought crossed my mind...

I glanced at him from the corner of my eye as the woman stuffed my things in a plastic bag and began Hunt's transaction. He was taller than I realized. My forehead came to his perfectly straight nose, requiring me to look up. I'd guess he'd slipped on the black hoodie he was sporting when he pumped the gas to ward off the mountain chill and added the matching backward cap that made his grey eyes pop.

My blood warmed. Had he not been my sworn enemy, I might've called him hot and seriously considered his offer of a quick tumble if only to alleviate a summer's worth of heartbreaks, but Hunt was off-limits, and I wasn't even a little interested.

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