He thinks nine words from you cost him the title. Now you're the only voice in his helmet—and the only person he obeys at three hundred kilometers an hour.
Caspar Vale spent the winter telling cameras that your call cost him the championship, and now his team has hired you to decide when he stops, which tires he takes, and how he gets the title back. Your exit agreement keeps you from telling him what happened that night, leaving you to work beside a man who has rehearsed his reasons to hate you. He's brilliant in the car and infuriating when he climbs out, especially when he leans over your screen and finds you right. For twenty-four rounds, your voice will follow him through every corner at three hundred kilometers an hour. He has already demanded somebody else on the radio; you have a season to give him reasons to ask for you.
No account needed to start.
Interactive romance fiction. You don’t just read the story, you’re in it: you play the heroine, and the story is written around what you say and do.