Eve Farrel is a successful, 30-something woman who never
quite outgrew the teenage urge to shock her mother. Her
choice of clothing (black leather mini-skirts, stiletto
boots, and leopard print tops), hair and makeup (jet black
hair, Sharpie-like eyeliner) and profession (director of
light porn) probably only work because she lives in
California.
Her mother Jacqueline, a feminist with a capital "F," is in
mourning because her other two daughters have recently
gotten married and betrayed her belief that marriage has no
value to a strong, competent, independent woman. She
herself has been with the same man for over 35 years and
shares three adult daughters with him -- all without a
wedding ring. She attaches herself to Eve, because she's
her only unmarried daughter that's left.
Linc Adams is another 30-something who's always minded his
parents by attending Yale, becoming a lawyer and running
for political office. There's just one little speed bump in
the road. Linc's hobby is NASCAR racing, and he just
happens to be NASCAR's hottest, bad-boy driver of the year,
much to the dismay of his ultra-conservative, Southern
family. His mother, Susanna, is upset because she's afraid
his racing career is going to interfere with her wishes for
him to become the next mayor of their town.
Eve and Linc run into each other at a wedding and
spontaneously decide to get married for six months to help
one another torment their families and further their
careers. The ruse works, for the most part, but both are
caught off-guard when they discover the other person is not
really whom they thought. First impressions are left on the
side of the road, so to speak, as these two battle their
families and raging teenage-like hormones that are racing
faster than any NASCAR could speed down the backstretch.
This book is fueled by a lot of sugar, spice and heat -- not
necessarily high-octane fuel. It's a comfortable, fun ride
and screeches to a halt at the finish line right in time.
Everyone comes out a winner in this race.