Scott Templeton is a local boy made good on the car racing circuit. Everything to him is about racing cars and winning championships. That is until he meets Maggie Cooper, and his priorities change.
Maggie Cooper is moving out of her grandmother's house, moving in with her fiancΓ© Kevin, and going for a job interview with a prestigious company in Chicago; all as part of Kevin's five year plan on their relationship. It is not that she's a workaholic, she likes her job, and she is good at it. Occasionally, though, she likes to drive her two year old red Mustang fast, consequently the speeding tickets.
Scott Templeton is literally being harassed from the grave by the ghost of Lawrence "Coop" Cooper. Coop wants Scott to return a 1971, 426 Hemi engine to his surviving family St. Louis. Finally fed up with the ghost's prankster like antics, he agrees.
Maggie Cooper is on the road when she receives a telephone call from her grandmother. It is not unexpected since the old woman has been using dramatic elderly performances to persuade Maggie to change her mind and stay. But it is Grammy welcoming a complete stranger, worse yet a race car driver, into their home that convinces Maggie to speed home and protect the homestead until Scott leaves.
While waiting for a hoist to move the Hemi from the back of his truck to the barn floor, Coop through Scott convinces his mother to auction the two stuffed barns of collectables he has had delivered to his family since his death. Another stipulation! Coop isn't satisfied just with the delivery of the engine. Turns out that there is a 1971 Cuda car body somewhere in one of these barns. Not that Scott minds delaying his exit, not too much anyway. Maggie first sexually interests him, surprises him, and then brings out his protective instincts.
Scott brings in local family and friends to help inventory the barns for auction. Maggie reunites with her long time friends and learns why they've become distant. She changed while dating Kevin. The move to Chicago isn't the beat all that Kevin has made it out to be. Neither is Kevin, and Scott's stock value is going upward.
LOVE IN THE FAST LANE by Jenna McKnight is a fun read that kept me flipping the pages as I laughed at the antics dealt by Grammy and Coop. Ms. McKnight found an interesting way to keep a ghost interacting with his family from beyond the grave, in a humorous manner, keeping it a comedy rather than a horror fest. Although the book is a love story between Scott and Maggie, it is also about old family conflicts still rearing their nasty heads, being battled, and finally these issues coming to a gratifying end.
Scott Templeton lives for the adrenaline rush, but when the
ghost of a legendary race car driver suddenly appears in the
passenger seat next to him, it sends Scott literally into a
tailspin. Now he can't convince the guy to head toward the
light and stop haunting him, not until Scott promises to
make a special delivery.
Maggie Cooper has a five-year plan that involves making
executive VP with a corner office and a salary that will
cause a grown man to weep. What it doesn't involve is a
high-speed hotshot who claims her dead father sent him. She
doesn't care how charming Scott is, or how he seems to
devour her with his eyes, or even how her shotgun-toting
grandmother is playing matchmaker. Maggie is determined to
resist, but Scott is just as determined to convince her that
loving him is worth the risk.
βYouβre afraid of her?β Scott whispered to the
ghost.
βI ainβt afraid of nobody,β Cooper snarled, but his gaze
shifted away to the tree line.
Shiny, shoulder-lenth hair bounced with agitation as the
delectable Miss Cooper darted between bumpers on
impossibly high heels. Her suit flowed with every inch of
her body as she charged across the narrow lawn. Worry
creased the delicate features of her face. To think
Cooper could have sired someone so pretty, so utterly
enticing, was beyond comprehension.
βYou,β she said with recognition.
Fame had many benefits. The fact that she already knew
who he was would make getting to know her a whole lot
easier.
βNice to meet you,β Scott said.
The fire didnβt leave her eyes. She didnβt even hesitate
as she topped the last step and advanced on him. βYou owe
me five hundred dollars.β
A lesser man would have run. Not Scott Templeton. Heβd
stared death in the face more than once. No way a little
slip of a woman like this could back him against the
house . . .