Throttled (Dirty Air, #1)

by Lauren Asher

Damn, my chest tightens at her smile, proof of how much of a sucker I am for them lately.

Unfortunately for her, people like me thrive in the shadows.

I nod because I’d do just about anything with him smiling at me the way he does.

She laughs at him. I want to record the sound for the bad days, like today, because I’m the biggest idiot.

Love. One word I didn’t understand until Maya.

“Well, at least we can agree on how we both love you,” my brother says with a telling smile.

The story doesn’t end with a happily-ever-after because it starts with it.

“This is made from the fabric of the Barcelona Grand Prix’s checkered flag. That was the moment I was truly screwed with you because I gave up a win to make you smile.”