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eBook Category: Romance
eBook Description: To keep her cousin from gaining control of the family business, Joli Start needs to win a bicycle race across the country. Her only chance is 'Miracle Max' Sandow. But Max hates everything about the Starts. Even offering her body in exchange for his coaching backfires. But Joli really will do anything to make it happen. A sexy and exciting romance.

eBook Publisher: BooksForABuck, Published: 2004
Fictionwise Release Date: February 2006

11 Reader Ratings: Great Good OK Poor

Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [1.3 MB], eReader (PDB) [221 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [209 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [187 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [200 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [232 KB], hiebook (KML) [539 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [284 KB], iSilo (PDB) [171 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [214 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [265 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [272 KB]
Words: 64146
Reading time: 183-256 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format:  Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED

"A great read that deserves the highest marks I can give.--Tammy Adams, NovelSpot "It was a wonderful surprise and a great reading experience! Mr. Preece does an excellent job of bringing the intimate moments in this book to a fever pitch. They will raise your heart rate and make your palms perspire! The sexual scenes between Max and Joli are riveting! Mr. Preece created a sexy cycling adventure that crossed the finish line with winning colors!--Janalee, The Romance Studio"

The meeting had started badly, then fell off a cliff.

Joli Start pasted on her best smile and tried again. "It will only be for a few months. Trust me, I don't want to be doing this any more than you do."

"Right." If way-too-handsome Max Sandow knew how to smile, you couldn't have proved it by Joli. "Neither of us want this, right. So here's a concept. We don't do it. Now get the hell out of here before I throw you out."

In general, Joli wouldn't have minded the idea of being manhandled by six feet of gorgeous hard-muscled male. The only way she was going to let this particular hunk rub her was the wrong way, though. And he'd done that in a big way.

"Why don't you let us run through our offer before you toss us out. We did fly halfway across the country to see you, after all."

Max ran his hands through thick wavy black hair, but the look in his jet-colored eyes said he was at the point of tearing every hair out. Which would be a pity. His hair was a little longer than she usually liked, and that earing would have to go but--Joli yanked her mind out of that gutter.

Max glared pointedly at his watch. "All right. You've got five minutes."

Joli stared around Max's office and finally found a small patch of desk that wasn't littered with empty coffee mugs, welding equipment, or bits of bicycle paraphernalia. It took less than thirty seconds to set up her laptop and projector and she flashed the first slide on the wall.

She and her friend and co-worker Terri had spent hours on the presentation. There was no way they could do justice to it in five minutes. Still, Joli let Terri go through the PowerPoint charts, pointing out the benefits of working with Start Bicycles, and showing the royalties that Max stood to earn if he agreed to Joli's unconventional proposal.

Joli was about to launch into her conclusion, a strong plea to help her save her grandfather's company, Start Bicycles, when Max glanced at his watch, stood, yawned and turned away.

"But--"

"I gave you your five minutes. I listened. I didn't even interrupt. I did my part. Now you're going to do yours. Get out."

"Now you wait just a minute," Terri shouted. Her hands balled into fists and for a moment, Joli thought her five-foot in heels friend was about to attack the man. "We've given you a fair offer and I think we deserve the courtesy of some careful consideration."

"If I was the kind of guy who thought about things, I never would have given you the appointment in the first place. I've been polite and patient, but that's about to end. And don't make a fist in my presence unless you intend to use it."

Joli wrapped her arms around her friend and half-dragged her out of Max's office. A decade before, when Max had been king of the sprinters and dominated professional bicycling, he'd had a reputation as a man who never backed down from a fight. Although she'd never heard of him fighting a woman, Joli wouldn't put it past him. The funny thing was, she suspected he really did think he'd been patient and polite. Talk about a tenuous connection with reality.

"Come on, Terri. This was a bad idea from the start."

"Now that's the first intelligent thing either of you has said since you got there." Max's voice was a deep-pitched drawl with just the slightest hint of a southern accent.

"Screw you and the horse you rode in on," Terri shouted.

"Shut up," Joli hissed. "Do you really want to keep on talking to this jerk?"