Fred Munson likes his job as a traffic cop. He’s good at it. It’s his personal life that could use some improvement. With no friends, and being too shy to talk to anyone while out of uniform, when Fred is forced to use some of his vacation time, he has nothing to fill his days. At least not until he comes home to find his driveway blocked by a stranger with car troubles. A month after losing his father, Zen Zeppelin Cave has also lost his place in the world. The only thing holding him together is focusing on a charity junk car race to raise money for cancer research. And he's crossing that finish line even if he ends up replacing every part of the car along the way. Zen had planned on completing the race on his own, but a spur-of-the-moment decision changes that when he invites the adorable, blushing police officer whose driveway he’s blocking to tag along. Going with a stranger on a road trip is completely out of Fred’s comfort zone, so when he accepts the invitation, no one is more surprised than himself. Together, Zen and Fred head south. But will the old junk car hold together long enough to reach their destination? And will crossing the finish line mean the end of the road for a budding romance, or will they find there’s more to their journey?

Banger Challenge

Panting, Zen chuckled, and wrapped a leg around Fred’s hip. “See, I’m flexible. I can be on the top or the bottom.”


His lips were soft as they touched Fred’s and heat shot through his every cell as he deepened the kiss. Letting go of Zen’s hands, he caressed his arm, noting the hard length pushing against his own.


“So tickling you is what I have to do to get manhandled around here.”


Fred cleared his throat. “Manhandled?”


“Don’t think I won’t use it.” Zen captured his lips again, and need grew in Fred. He rolled his hips, moaning at the friction it created. The damn sleeping bag was tangled around his legs so he kicked it off.


Fred froze. He never should’ve removed the sleeping bag. How stupid could he get? But Zen unbuttoned his jeans, raised his hips, and pulled them off. They landed somewhere to the right of Fred and the T-shirt followed.


Chapter 26