Sienna Romano came to Italy for one summer. She wasn’t looking for trouble. Unfortunately, trouble was driving a fucking motorcycle. When eighteen-year-old Sienna nearly gets run over by Alerico Santoro, a dangerously charming Italian street racer, she immediately decides she hates him. Rico feels the same way. Probably. Because somehow, the arrogant American girl keeps showing up everywhere he goes. The garage. The streets. His races. His nightmares. She’s sunshine. He’s a fucking storm. She’s rich. He’s barely holding his life together. She doesn’t speak Italian. He refuses to stop flirting with her in it. And somewhere between late-night arguments, dangerous races, family secrets, and stolen moments under the Italian summer sky… Sienna starts realizing that maybe the boy she was warned about isn’t the most dangerous thing in Valerosa. Maybe falling for him is.
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