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While JULIE MILLER has never driven an actual drag racer, she has written more than thirty-five books and won several awards for her work, including the National Readers’ Choice Award. Some of her books have appeared on the USA TODAY and Waldenbooks bestseller lists. Julie lives in Nebraska, where she teaches English and spoils her dog. Find out more about her at www.juliemiller.org.
Out of Control
Julie Miller
MILLS & BOON
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For Lori Borrill, Alison Kent and Jennifer LaBrecque.
FROM 0–60 has been a great collaborative effort and a lot of fun to boot!
Dahlia, Tennessee, really came to life for me, working with you guys.
I feel I’ve been to that town and I know those people living there.
I appreciate you sharing your knowledge of drag racing with a novice like me.
I appreciate your humour and your creative energy fed my own.
And thanks to Brenda Chin for introducing us!
Table of Contents
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Nashville, Tennessee Seven months ago
“GET OUT OF THE VEHICLE. Get out of the vehicle!”
Detective Jack Riley pulled his Glock 9 mm and pointed it, along with his flashlight, at the three-hundred-pound behemoth who ignored his badge and his command and started the engine. Shit.
As the drug dealer shifted his customized Chevy Suburban into gear, Jack jumped back inside the cab of his pickup and slammed it into reverse, hoping to block his target’s exit from the convenience store parking lot. But Lorenzo Vaughn slipped past him, burning an acrid trail of black rubber onto the pavement as he swung out into the street.
“Screw that.”
Silently apologizing to the truck’s big bruiser engine, he shifted into drive and ruthlessly gunned it.
Jack flipped on the siren and warning lights of his unmarked truck, praying Vaughn would take this pursuit to the open road. With a long, straight stretch ahead of them, Jack’s years of training behind the wheel would give him the advantage. But it might already be too late. There were too many hills, too many trees and houses blocking his line of sight—too many things wrong with this takedown.
The original plan he and his drug enforcement team had worked weeks on had gone way beyond south.
“Come on, baby.” He urged as much speed out of the engine as he dared this time of night with so many cars still on the streets.
“Jack? You in trouble?” His partner Eric Mesner’s voice crackled over the radio. “We’re hung up in traffic at least five minutes away from your location.”
Jack swore, yanking his steering wheel to the left to swerve around a car pulling out of a driveway. “We’re already a day late and a dollar short, buddy. Vaughn didn’t stick to his regular schedule. He got away from me. I’m in pursuit.”
“Son of a bitch. Did you see the drugs?”
“Didn’t
