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CHAPTER ONE

Monte Carlo, May

Hold on to your hearts, ladies, because racing driver Lothario Finn St George is back in the playground of the rich and famous

After sailing into the Port of Monaco with a bevy of beauties only last eve, the man titled Most Beautiful in the World donned a custoered into the Casino Grand with all the flair of James Bond Armed with his loaded arsenal of charismatic charuile his way through the ena the playboy to ‘cal and tone down adverse publicity’

See with threats fro out of over forty million pounds’ worth of support for the team

True, Finn St George has always danced on the devilish side of life, but of late he see some of the more family-orientated sponsors a fraction too far Indeed, only last week he was pictured living it up with not one but four women in a club in Barcelona—apparently variety really is the spice of his life!

Though, with only two days to go until the Prince of Monaco launches this year’s race, we suspect Finn’s wicked social life is the least of Scott Lansing’s worries, because clearly our favourite racer is off his game

While Australia was a washout, earning hied to scrape a win in Malaysia and Bahrain, leaving Scott Lansing standing neck and neck with fierce rivals Nemesis Hart But when he crashed spectacularly in Spain lastenthusiasts not only dubbed him ‘the death-defyer’, but he slipped back several points, leaving Nemesis Hart the leader for the first time in years

Has St George really lost his edge? Or has the tragic boating accident of last Septe his teammate Tom Scott, affected him so severely?

Usually dorid, it appears our a may just find the is certain: while Monaco waits with bated breath for the big race to for a miracle

A MIRACLE

With a flick of her wrist, Serena Scott tossed the cru about one thing You’re not pacing the floors’

On a slow spin the black and white blur landed in front of hilass with a soft smack Then the only sound in the luxurious office on the Scott Lansing yacht was Serena’s choppy breathing and the foreboding thump of her heart

‘No pacing Yet,’ he grated, dipping his chin to lock his sharp graphite eyes on hers