Racing the Beast — P. Jameson

In the south, things get real dirty. Especially on Saturdays. Mud on your jeans. Grit in your beer. Your tan washes off in the shower. That's how you know it's racing day. Or as the Dirt Track Dogs like to put it, winning day. Because they aren't racing unless they're winning. With the mating of their alpha, the Dirt Track Dogs find their carefully structured life spinning out of control. After a wreck at the speedway, Beast decides if he wants to remain in control of his temper, he needs to leave town. Leaving his pack could devastate them, but he longs for a mate of his own, and watching his best friend live in mated bliss is pure torture for his wanting wolf. A trip to the hospital to apologize for an accident that wasn't his fault has him questioning his decision. Who knew a night at the track would land Punk in the hospital, out of a job, and unable to get where she needs to go. Now she must depend on the man who ran her over until her broken leg heals. With a devastated past, she doesn't trust easily, but she never expected the Dirt Track Dogs to make her feel so at home in their club. Or for one of them to awaken feelings within her she thought long dead. With his careful touch and unyielding patience, Beast makes her want to have a relationship again. The question is, can she stop thinking of the past long enough to be happy?