9000 R.P.M. - MS2SL Preview
Stuck in a dead end town and a dead end job, Katniss takes a gamble with the one thing she got out of her divorce -- a beat up sports car turned racer. She was always the better driver anyways. With a little help from a mechanic with blue eyes and golden hands, she turns that gamble into a chance for a better life for her and her daughter. But racing is still a boys' club and the road is never easy for a single mom.
WARNINGS: RATED E for underage sex (as in all involved parties are between 16 and 19 at the time of the dirty deeds, explicit sexual content, explicit language, unprotected sex, accidental pregnancy (use condoms people!), teen pregnancy, minor character death, infidelity, road rage (or I guess track tempers???), and a shit ton of misogynistic assholes.
Pairings: Minor on the Everthorne, Major on the Everlark ;-)
A quick sneak peek at what I’ve been working on for @mores2sl 2018! For more information on how to donate and read, and what this charity is all about, you can also visit ms2sl.com
Those of you familiar with my writing know that it is massively driven by musical influence. As part of this preview, here are twelve songs that are basically on repeat right now as part of the soundtrack for this story. You may notice a pattern here...this playlist is heavy on the Joan Jett (& the Blackhearts), Melissa Etheridge, Heart, Vixen, Shania, and Martina. In other words, chick rock. Deal with it, beyotches.
1. Vixen - Anyway
2. Melissa Etheridge - Will You Still Love Me
3. Joan Jett & the Blackhearts - Fun, Fun, Fun
4. Ciara - Paint It, Black
5. Heart - One Word
6. Shania Twain - I’m Gonna Getcha Good
7. Melissa Etheridge - This Moment
8. Joan Jett & the Blackhearts - You Got a Problem
9. Vixen - It Wouldn’t Be Love
10. Martina McBride - When God-Fearin’ Women Get the Blues
11. Heart - Magic Man
12. Melissa Etheridge - Rock Me Baby
And now, the snippet. Enjoy!
“Good luck, Mommy!”
They stand there, awkwardly getting Katniss ready.
“I’ll um, see if I’ve got an extra headset to protect her ears,” Peeta says. Katniss nods. She climbs in the car and Peeta reaches through to help her strap in. They move through their routine as though nothing out of the ordinary just happened. She’s putting on her gloves, taking a last glimpse at her black nails that match her car when Peeta tugs on the end of her braid. “Kick some ass.”
“Peeta,” she says, grabbing his arm as he retreats. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“The car...she really does look amazing. I just wanted you to know before they...they’re gonna to be gunning for me tonight. They’re gonna...knock the shit out of her and all your hard work...” her words fade beneath more loud cheers from the stands. The sounds churn in the muggy night and she shakes her head, unable to convey the regret she feels for what she fears is about to happen.
“Lucky for you, your mechanic spent four years working on cars that are built to take a beating.” He grabs the window net, pauses then smiles at her. “Knock back. Alimony can take it.”
The net is up before she can respond and the call comes to start engines. Fast spurts and barks fill the air. Alimony roars to life, her sounds lost in the crowd, but Katniss can still feel the vibrations. The purr beneath her. She adjusts the mirror and checks her belts. Takes a deep breath and waits for the flags. Her fingers tap on the wheel as the flag raises. The world freezes. The flag drops and deafening roars shake the earth.
Someone hits her right out of the gate. Then another. She’s jostled back and forth and glares at the bumper in front of her. He’s going too slow. Keeping her penned in and trapped.She gnashes her teeth, and waits for her opening. They’re tearing her car to the frame, one hit at a time. Not enough to get themselves warnings or tossed off the track. Just enough to send her a message.
It hasn’t rained in days and puffs of red clay obscure most of the track. It’ll be hard to see a thing. She waits for a thick cloud of the stuff to hide her and floors it. Rams into the car in front of her and pushes her way free. The dust clears and she backs off, veers right to go around. A bright flash warns her and she lets off, jerks back left and watches a car smash into the one she just pushed. Up into the wall.












