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Drive

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Thu, May 31, 201811h 37m
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Drive is racing to Prime Video! Coming out soon as a movie. He's an arrogant race car driver with an attitude. She's a stubborn tire mechanic out to prove herself in a man's world. When sparks fly, will their passion make it to the finish line? ***** Dante Annunziata's arrogant personality and Italian racing legacy are the reason he's a Formula World racing champion. His pit mechanic, Savannah Jenkins is no pushover herself. This headstrong southern belle has ambitions to take her father's auto business to a whole new level. When the paparazzi stage Dante and Savannah in a pre-kiss pose, they're forced to fake a relationship to keep their jobs. But as engines rev and the season heats up, the contrived couple's hearts start racing for all the wrong reasons. Will Dante and Savannah let love take the wheel, or will their butting heads cause them to crash and burn? Original Edition: [[word count: 60,000-70,000 words]]
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"Dante, people are watching " I whisper "Let them" he continues kissing my neck and its driving me nuts, this man is shameless . I can't be feeling like this in public so I push him but he doesn't budge "Is Brian nicer than me?" He asks as his lips graze my cheekbone "Dante..." "Tell me" he demands "Dante.. " I whisper again breathlessly, I hate that he has this much effect on me and there's not a damn thing I can do to stop it... Okay no, I might love it a bit "Tell me Khana, is he nicer than me?" he presses on and kisses the corner of my lips and more eyes focus on us. How can he not be bothered "No, no he's not" I say breathlessly and he pulls away with a satisfied smile but keeps his arm around my waist

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