Él era el hombre con el que ella soñaba y al que nunca se atrevió a amar. Pero ahora que habían vuelto a encontrarse, Cynthia Fox se veía obligada a enfrentarse a Lance Matthews y a los sentimientos que aún fluían vertiginosamente entre ellos. Como en el mundo del automovilismo, Foxy sabía que las apuestas eran altas... pero que también lo era el premio. Porque esta vez la única victoria verdadera sería la del amor.

It's an old book, and it shows, but it's actually one of the better books of her very oldest ones. Some nice characterization with Foxy & her brother--his dedication to racing, her dedication to him, despite the terror his racing induced in her. Lance is a nice guy, but a pretty typical paternalistic hero of the genre at that time. I didn't get what the rush was for them to get married--Lance does at least try to explain near the very end. And Lance's mother was a 2-dimensional motivationless stock character. Add to that the near-rape Lance used to shut Foxy up in an argument, and the fact that I cringed every time I read her name (WTF was Nora thinking? FOXY? I've gotta say, I actually agreed with Lance's mother when she first heard the name. It sounds like a name for a sleazy stripper in a cheap strip joint in 1975.) ( )