Jax laughed. "Deal. Hey, want a ride back to the city?"
The guy looked at his car, then at Tori. He extended a hand. "I’m Jax. Deal." mini stallion tori easton
One day, a challenge came to Willow Creek in the form of a severe storm that threatened to destroy the town's annual Harvest Festival. The festival was a cherished event, bringing the community together to celebrate the harvest season with music, food, and games. Jax laughed
The Falcon launched, tires screaming. It disappeared around the first hairpin turn, chasing down the leader—a souped-up Corvette. He extended a hand
The guy blinked, his mouth opening slightly.
Jax revved the engine, a grin spreading across his face. He killed the ignition and jumped out. "I don't know how to thank you."
Tori paused. The Summit Run. It was a legendary illegal street race through the canyon passes. Dangerous, stupid, and lucrative.