Zero to Sixty

As a mystery writer, I do horrible things to my characters. I toss corpses in their path, ruin their romantic assignations, and generally complicate their best laid plans with murder and mayhem. Tai takes it in stride, but Trey becomes downright offended if the pleasures in his world do not outweigh the pains.

Enter the Ferrari F430.

As literary bribes go, it's top notch. A black-on-black coupe, Trey's F430 has a V8 engine like a pack of racehorses, with a throaty growl that aficionados describe as libidinous. Driving one is a sensual delight—the vibration of the engine, the way the leather seat molds to your body, the heat waves from the engine shimmering up behind you. It's powerful, sensual, elegant, just like Trey himself, but unlike Trey, it was off-limits to Tai's eager clutches. She took this development in stride. She knew that as symbols went, the Ferrari was a powerful one. In Trey's mind, it represented control and discipline. Behind its wheel, the world made sense to him. It took him over a year to finally trust Tai enough to hand over the keys, but at the end of Reckoning and Ruin, he mustered the courage to relinquish the driver's seat to her . . .

And this is the story of what happened.