He races like he doesn’t fear death. She races like she invented it. Every night, the tension between them grows hotter, sharper, and more reckless two engines revving toward a crash neither can walk away from. He calls her Siren, Queen, Pretty Problem, and she hates how much she likes it. Between sabotage, obsession, desert heat, and illegal glory, their rivalry becomes the city’s favorite spectacle and its most dangerous secret.