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.