Prologue
Athena
It’sall good when you’re one of the best in your trade.
It’s all good when your name is all over social media.
It’s all good when your bank balance is sitting pretty with its many zeroes… but what happens when that basically disappears over night?
That’s what happened to me.
I had it all until I didn’t.
That was five years ago.
So much has changed since then.
I love my job, and how many people can truly say that? Sadly, I am getting to the point where I am pouring from an empty cup. My soul is tired and I don’t know how much more I can give.
It can go as quick as it comes, but my agent, Maria, still believes in me, well, her and my best friend Edel. Which is why she is pushing me to write the idea I had.
Swayed by Edel, she suggested throwing my idea and twisting it within an F1 romance focusedlooselyoff the hottest man, well, one of the hottest men in Formula One.
Royce Lexington.
Arrogant.
Dominating.
Aggressive.
The best of the best.
Devastatingly handsome.
Notorious bad boy.
Non-committal.
Drives for Saint Onyx.
I am being sent to shadow him for the race season, all expenses paid. His manager wants him to clean up his act a bit and keep his head in the game. So, in turn, my agent reached out to her, and well, here we are.
It seems I’m about to meet my biggest plot twist yet.
Chapter One
Athena
Curled in the cosy,sage green pinstriped armchair, I look out the small sash window. Spring is in the air, though there is still a morning frost which tops the quiet fields opposite my home. Sipping on a white chocolate mocha, extra sauce, extra whipped cream, I lick the remnants from my lips.
I live just on the outskirts of the Cotswolds in a quaint and pretty cottage, tucked deep in a quiet village. It’s cosy—just how I like it—and cluttered with all kinds of stuff, but it was all me. Every room is mismatched, down to the tea towels that hang in my tiny kitchen.
Turning my head to the side, my lips lift at the corners as I let my amber eyes settle on the snow globes that sit pretty on my fireplace. I have a thing for them. Quite the obsession, actually. I always try to grab a new one from wherever I visited, but if I were being honest, the collection was looking a little light. I’d stopped travelling and ended up walking around antique shops looking for lonely snow globes.
A twist deep inside my chest pulls my attention from my snow globes but I ignore it. I revel in the silence and finish my hot, fancy and very overpriced drink before I begin my day.
Sighing, I close the lid of my laptop down and spin in my chair to look at my childhood best friend, Edel. She’s sitting crossed legged on my bed. Blonde, beautiful, loyal… the list is endless.
