I Read That Toto Wolff Romance (So You Don't Have To)
IDK if y’all remember a post that made the rounds a while ago, a F1 romance about a journalist, a “hero with Toto Wolff vibes,” and “dirty talk… in German!” If any of you wondered what on Earth could be going on in such a book, I hope this review will answer all of your questions.
Coming in Hot is about a serial-numbers-barely-smudged version of Toto Wolff. (Lowkey, not fond of people publishing RPF, but anyway.) Not-Toto then hooks up with, and eventually falls for, an American F1 reporter named Natalia. Unlike other F1 romances, the book’s minimal amount of racing is decently accurate, and it was suspenseful enough to keep me reading. However, the dialogue can be pretty cringy, and the romance plot strains the credulity of anyone who knows much about F1 or journalism. Both main characters are highkey annoying. There are some funny moments and a bit of industrial espionage (which ultimately goes nowhere), but it’s not even interesting enough to justify its questionable concept.
Special thanks to my German consultant Senta @maxedes and my early English literature consultant Nest @nest-of-shiny-things. (Both of these will be relevant.)
Overall rating: 2 out of 5 Tire Compounds
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To start off, I would just like to note that this book is not available in my library system, so I had to do an interlibrary loan from a city two hours away. And then had to ask for it in person from the front desk. As questionable as I find this concept, I don't believe in pirating books from indie authors. Such humiliations I will suffer on behalf of enlightening the public.
Striving reporter Natalia Evans has just landed a gig at Auto Racing Journal, a prominent motorsports publication. While waiting for her friend Phaedra, a race engineer, Natalia strikes up a flirtatious conversation with a *dreamy* middle-aged Germanic gent at the hotel bar. Sorry, if you're going to psyop me into thinking that German is a romantic language, you're going to need to try harder than this.
His eyes are dark as puddles of ink, and oh the things he's writing with them... "Are you shy, kleine Hexe?" I know only a smattering of German but am pretty sure this deliciously bad man just called me a little witch. (5)
Anyway, the two rush up to the man’s palatial suite and have mind-blowing sex. (Starting on… page 9. Y’all wasted no time with this one.)
When her friend Phaedra calls, Natalia realizes with horror that the shag of her life was with none other than Phaedra’s boss, billionaire stakeholder and team principal Klaus Franke. Despite getting up close and personal with this man, and being a literal F1 journalist, Natalia conveniently does not recognize him until AFTER their, erm, amorous pitstop. Klaus also leaves a pile of money for Natalia, figuring she may or may not be a sex worker, and she leaves in a huff. (She doesn’t take the money though. In this economy?)
We interrupt this programming to bring you a Brief German Interlude from our pal Senta over at @maxedes. First off, she let me know that Klaus is a terribly stuffy name she associates with grandparents. Second, “kleine Hexe” does mean “little witch,” but it’s a weird thing to call someone flirtatiously and seems a bit insulting. It’s also the name of a children’s picture book. (Full answered ask here.)
Natalia finally does her job (researching prominent F1 figures) and discovers Klaus is Austrian and “a tragic widower.” (They fridged Susie!) Overall, there’s criminally little work to disguise that Klaus is supposed to be Toto. It’s even listed as a selling point on the author’s Instagram. Klaus is Austrian, very tall, with dark hair and dark eyes. He's also a former racer who amassed his billionaire fortune through tech and finance. The man on the cover is Toto-shaped, and the car in the back looks suspiciously like the Mercedes W13. Klaus and Phaedra’s team, Emerald, also has a similar green and silver color scheme to Merc. The main difference is that Klaus is a widower, and his deceased wife Sofia was his childhood sweetheart. (Klaus is also a bit younger, at 45 instead of in his 50s.)
There’s hints of a vastly more interesting subplot involving sponsor drama and… host country human rights violations? Klaus learns that sponsor Basilisk Tech has decided to abruptly drop the team. Klaus suspects that Basilisk is pulling back because Emerald is investigating Basilisk’s possible ties to human rights violations in an unnamed Middle Eastern coded nation, which is angling to host a future GP. Sponsor drama and human rights violations are F1’s bread and butter, so this subplot does get points for accuracy.
Something that does NOT get points for accuracy, though, is the German. Brief German Interlude! Ex. Klaus swears, “Sohn einer Hündin,” which Google-translates to “son of a bitch,” but Senta informs me that “Hundin” literally just means “female dog” in German and isn’t actually a cussword. (Apparently the correct swear for this situation would be “Hurensohn.”) Klaus calls his coworker Klara “Klärchen,” and refers to Phaedra as “Schatzi." Both are real endearments but wouldn't be used in these contexts, and they come off as unintentionally condescending. (Senta’s in depth commentary can be found here.)
At the first race in Australia, Klaus and Natalia run into each other because of their work obligations. Klaus apologizes for assuming Natalia was a sex worker during their, erm, frontal collision in Abu Dhabi, and they go on a walk around Melbourne. Both insist that it would be unwise given their line of work to see each other again… right before they make out in public on the street. Klaus does get props though for seeming genuinely sorry and not being the type of MMC that seems to get off on tormenting their love interest. Which is a low bar, but is unfortunately a bar we need.
The two lovebirds quickly start doing dating behavior (calling, sending gifts etc.), without even the perfunctory angst I’d expect for how bad of an idea it is. They later meet up during another GP weekend in Barcelona and kiss at a popular tourist location, which is fucking NUTS to me. Like the city must be CRAWLING with F1 fans who would definitely recognize Klaus and/or Natalia. It really is NOT giving forbidden romance because these two are even more brazen with their PDA than the Louvre robbers, and they’re not even wearing high-vis vests.
Anyway, several things happen in the following chapters that obviously violate journalistic ethics. (Which I did look up, courtesy of the US Society for Professional Journalists, the New York Times, and a journalism professor.) The most obvious being, don’t date or hook up with sources, and don’t cover your friends or romantic partners. And not for no reason. Natalia is at one point tempted to prevent unflattering coverage of Klaus. She later drops a story in part because it might damage Emerald, and by proxy, Klaus and Phaedra. More on that later. Natalia also accepts free plane tickets and lodging from Emerald to cover their community event, and she’s gifted things including a five-figure emerald necklace by Klaus. Accepting free travel, lodging, or gifts are more journalism no-nos.
Look, it may seem like I’m complaining that the plumber in a porno is using the wrong wrench. I mainly dislike how unprofessional and highkey incompetent Natalia is, especially as a woman in a male-dominated field. Natalia is aware of misogyny in her industry and claims she has always wanted to prove herself as a serious reporter, not just a pretty face or a sexual object. At the same time, she’s also literally perpetuating stereotypes that female reporters are unprofessional and just exist to bang their male reporting subjects.
Additionally, Klaus and Natalia have barely any reluctance around dating, even though it actively harms the jobs they supposedly care a lot about. This is narratively convenient but actually undermines the tension of the romance plot. It’s not a forbidden romance if the characters have zero qualms about engaging in it, and if they can just carry on however they like in public and somehow never get caught, because every fan in Barcelona conveniently has face blindness or something.
Phaedra and Natalia keep having arguments, which happen entirely off page and are only referenced in the text. I assume probably happen in the series’ previous book that centers Phaedra, but it’s fucking annoying. I can barely get through one of these books, and I’m not putting myself through another just to make Natalia’s arc make 5% more sense. Sidenote, Phaedra is a race engineer, but she’s also hooking up with her driver???? And she’s a nepo baby (daughter of Mo Morgan, CEO/ owner/ public face of Team Emerald). The HR department of this team must be a real nightmare.
During the Montreal race weekend, Natalia finally decides she’s ready to box for a second Amorous Pitstop. She then gets upset when Klaus is busy with work (on a grand prix weekend… as a team principal). And because he’s hiding team related business from her (...an F1 journalist). While waiting for Klaus, Natalia receives news from Phaedra that Phaedra’s father Mo, the team owner, is having serious health issues. Natalia had apparently asked Klaus if Mo was okay, which he didn’t feel comfortable answering. For whatever reason, Natalia decides to get mad at Klaus for not telling her? God forbid a man respect medical privacy.
Natalia decides to start a fight and says that their relationship was a bad idea, expecting him to disagree and like, ‘fight for her’ or whatever. And then she’s mad when he won’t argue with her! So she makes a big show out of leaving, hoping he’ll call her back, but he doesn’t. This scene annoyed me because what do you mean you’re thirty five and literally throw a tantrum. Her bad romantic decisions are chalked up to her family Trooma (put a pin in that), but they’re not even consistently bad in a logical way? She kinda just decides to fuck over her love life in whatever direction is convenient for the plot.
Anyway, timeskip to the end of the season… what happened in the WDC or WCC? Who the fuck cares, apparently?
There’s a mandatory Fancy Gala Scene (that Natalia and the press are somehow invited to, despite it being a team celebration). It’s here that we are introduced to Sage, an up-and-coming female driver and a BADDIE. She pulls up at the function wearing a dress designed to look like plate armor? She also has blue hair and tattoos. Nest wanted to believe that Sage is a lesbian, but unfortunately, she’s the protagonist for the next (straight) book in the series. Emerald’s second driver is underperforming, so they want to buy him out and replace him with Sage. (Another very realistic plot point.) They’re trying to be all *secretive* about it, but Klaus apparently doesn’t know secretive if it bit him in his Austrian ass. He’s talking to Sage (who has literally no reason to be at Emerald’s party if not silly season shit) in front of the entire function, which also includes several F1 journalists.
Remember how I told you to put a pin in family trauma? In a sudden and almost jarring turn of plot, we get some of Natalia’s backstory. Earlier, she mentions that her biological parents had her young and abandoned her when she was a child, so she was raised by her great aunt Minnie. (Aunt Min straight up says that Natalia’s abandonment issues are the root cause behind her terrible taste in men, which… subtlety is dead I guess, but Min did clock her ass.)
Aunt Min tells Natalia that Natalia’s bio-parents want to get in touch with her. Apparently they didn’t choose to abandon her– they left Kentucky for California and intended to send for her, but they couldn’t find work, so they started working for a drug dealer to make ends meet. And then, during a drug delivery, a man tried to sexually assault Natalia’s mother, and she STABBED HIM TO DEATH WITH A SCREWDRIVER in self defense. Her mother is only reaching out now because she was finally released after being in PRISON for TWENTY FIVE YEARS. The most realistic part of this book is that someone gets screwed over by the American justice system.
Anyway, Natalia’s editor tells Natalia that her next assignment is a feature piece on… who else… Klaus. For the interview, Natalia flies out to meet Klaus at his vacation house in Santorini. Even though they claim to haaate each other, Klaus picks her up from the airport, and she’s staying in his house?? (Because known tourist spot Santorini has NO hotels or taxis… right.)
They have a very unprofessional interview in which Natalia is just rude and passive aggressive to Klaus. Klaus isn’t really in the right either, since Sage pops in to visit, and Klaus briefly implies that the two are sleeping together to make Natalia jealous. Natalia rightfully calls out Klaus and says that a female driver would never be so unprofessional as to sleep with a TP, which I agree with… but this is in the universe in which a F1 reporter is fucking one of her sources, and a driver and engineer are sleeping together, so I don’t get why this is the moral rubicon of professionalism here.
But anyway, after like two pages of being mad at each other… they inevitably get wetter and wilder than Spa 2021. We already knew that Klaus calls Natalia “kleine Hexe,” but he is also really, REALLY into weirdly fantasy and magic-coded dirty talk. Here’s a brief sampling.
Additional examples:
“Talia," he murmurs as we come together again. "Lioness... witch... conqueror." (79)
“voyeur. Shadow. Wicked thief.”
Also he shouts “I am!” when he orgasms, which is never explained
Even in the non sexual scenes, Klaus just uses overly formal, anachronistic, and faux poetic English. I would get some formality since he isn’t a native English speaker, but he is almost written like a medieval shadow daddy that got reverse-Isekai’d into being a Formula One TP. Someone check in with the author and see if she knows that Austria is like, a real modern country with exports like Arnold Schwarzenegger and Red Bull, not a fantasy land full of fairies in lederhosen.
There’s also a little bit of the promised (threatened) German dirty talk. Senta largely vouches for its grammatical correctness, but says that its sexiness is up to your interpretation. The sex itself is fine, and they at least get a bit creative with some light BDSM elements and Natalia being on top, though any spice is quickly snuffed out by Klaus’s Lord of the Rings style pillowtalk.
Unfortunately, an anonymous tip at Natalia’s work starts sowing some doubt in Klausville. She receives a mysterious flash drive, which shows that an employee of the rival Allonby team may have leaked their car blueprints to Emerald. This information substantiates paddock rumors that Emerald’s car is just a ripoff of the Allonby car from the previous year. (This plot point is a nice tie-in to the Racing Point “Pink Mercedes” allegations and the infamous Spygate.)
Natalia confronts Klaus, who denies stealing IP from Allonby, though he’s clearly up to something else sus. Natalia decides to trust Klaus, saying she doesn’t want to know what he was up to so she can live in ignorance I guess. She drops the story, and then they fuck about it. Raw, I might add, because Natalia says that she’s period tracking and therefore it’s okay. (Really not beating the Southerners have no sex ed allegations. At least be on the pill or SOMETHING!) Obviously since Klaus is a main character, he isn’t actually involved in industrial espionage, but imagine if Spygate got covered up because someone at Sky was fucking Flavio. Like come on. Where is the professionalism?
During the Montreal weekend, Klaus and Natalia dance together at a team party. (Does everyone at Team Emerald need an eye exam, because how do you NOT see your 6 foot 5 alpha ceo dancing with a well known F1 journalist without leaving room for Jesus?) Remember the human rights and sponsor subplot? So Natalia accidentally reveals to Klaus that she’s following up on the human rights issues in Basilisk Tech’s Unnamed Middle Eastern Country, and… oh yeah, the last person who researched the rumors mysteriously *fell off a balcony* while on location. Klaus isn’t happy and acts generally sus, and then Natalia’s source cancels and refuses to participate in the story. HMMM…
Apparently everyone in the PADDOCK needs their eyes checked, because Natalia and Klaus get papped on a romantic dinner in Monaco. Somehow it’s literally not a big deal and no one else notices or cares. (Natalia’s boss actively encourages the relationship, claiming she got information for her Pulitzer winning book on the Bosnian genocide by flirting with CANONICAL Henry Kissinger. Go off queen.) Natalia and Klaus also have an openly shared room during the Hungarian GP. Again, how is this a forbidden romance if there are literally zero ramifications to people knowing they’re together?
Unfortunately, Klaus and Natalia’s amorous evening, like the 2020 racing season, is abruptly cut short. After sex, Nat discovers 1. Phaedra texting Klaus that they were right to cancel involvements with Basilisk’s home country, since said country is currently in open revolt against its evil government, and 2. That Klaus’s briefcase is filled with like a dozen of the same flash drives that Natalia received in her inbox, with the purported Spygate smoking gun.
Natalia realizes that Klaus fabricated the Spygate receipts and planted the flash drive to throw her off the Basilisk scandal. (And I realized that Klaus is like, terrible at committing crimes. Why didn’t you just buy ONE flash drive? Why did you keep the extras IN YOUR BRIEFCASE, for MONTHS?) Klaus realizes he fucked up and explains that he wasn’t trying to cover up his involvement with Basilisk (since he and Emerald were actively pushing the FIA to end its involvement with Unnamed Middle Eastern Country). He only wanted to keep her from investigating the story and putting her life at risk. Regardless, Natalia is pissed and breaks up with him. She also tells him to read “The Wife of Bath’s Tale” from Canterbury Tales on her way out the door.
Sidenote, the most unrealistic part of all of this is that someone in F1 actually cares about human rights. LOL.
Natalia reluctantly finishes her Klaus feature, resolving to quit at the end of the season and write a book about her mother’s life story. And then, Ruh roh! She realizes that Herr Klaus came in HER a little too hot, and she’s got her own kleine Klaus incoming. She reveals that after she left Klaus’s room in Hungary, where I guess they rawdogged, she put only a passing effort into finding a morning after pill and basically said “fuck it we ball” about her reproductive health, and was lowkey hoping she might get pregnant so that she could return home or something?
Klaus makes a surprise visit to Kentucky to meet Aunt Min and Natalia’s bio-parents, with whom she’s reconciled. He apologizes to Natalia and says he wants to be present for their child, though it would be hard to work around his schedule as a TP. He also says that the moral he learned from “The Wife of Bath’s Tale” is that women want agency, which he denied her by giving her the false information on the flash drive.
Sidenote, I consulted Nest (who has an English degree and has read her share of medieval English literature) about this literary interpretation of Chaucer. She says it’s wrong. The moral of the story is really more like that women want to have control over the men in their lives. Which is not “as slay girlboss independent woman” as what Klaus says, but is apparently the moral of the story that they state in the text “out loud several times,” according to her.
Natalia comes to the last race of the season, her final assignment before she resigns. To the shock of the reporters, including Natalia, Klaus announces that he is retiring Nico Rosberg style (that is to say, IMMEDIATELY) and hard launches the fact that he has an unborn daughter. He then reconciles with Natalia and agrees to retire to Kentucky, in order to be present for their future child. And Natalia’s parents will be there, as will Aunt Min, and her Kentucky Hot Brown Casserole, which will definitely give Klaus some kind of heart disease. The End!
Overall, I’ve definitely read worse F1 romances. (Throttled, for one, is much cringier, and its writing infuriates me on a sentence level, an accomplishment that even Coming in Hot doesn't hold a candle to). The small amount of racing in the book is somewhat accurate, like the various references to real life scandals. But I definitely wouldn’t waste your time with this book. Its spice and humor land in some parts, but other parts will have you cringing. (Klaus’ medieval times-ass way of speaking was a big sticking point for me.) I personally found Natalia irritating and incompetent, while Klaus is a stuffy bootleg shadow daddy in TP’s clothing. The pacing drags in the middle, bogging down the story with rehashed relationship drama instead of stuff that is actually interesting, like the team scandals or ANYTHING at all about the racing season.
In conclusion. If you want to read anything about Toto’s steamy desires, just read whatever he’s up to in seducing Max Verstappen.
















