In the Groove

In the Groove

by Pamela Britton

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ISBN-13: 9780373770984
Publisher: Harlequin
Publication date: 01/31/2006
Series: Harlequin NASCAR Series
Edition description: Original
Pages: 384
Product dimensions: 4.19(w) x 6.63(h) x 1.01(d)

About the Author

With over a million books in print, Pamela Britton likes to call herself the best known author nobody’s ever heard of. Of course, that’s begun to change thanks to a certain licensing agreement with that little racing organization known as NASCAR. But before the glitz and glamour of NASCAR, Pamela wrote books that were frequently voted the best of the best by The Detroit Free Press, Barnes & Noble (two years in a row) and RT BOOKclub Magazine.

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Legends and the Fall
Q&A with Lance Cooper
By Rick Stevenson, Sports Editor

There are certain names in motor sports that are, in some people's eyes at least, nearly as sacred as certain Popes. Names like Earnhardt, Petty, and Johnson. Men like the late Davey Allison and Fireball Roberts.

It used to be people spoke about Lance Cooper in such hushed tones, but not so much anymore. I caught up with Lance Cooper at the start of this year's racing season when he was testing at Daytona. I asked some hardhitting questions that for the most part Lance was kind enough to answer.

RS: Lance, you used to be the man everybody talked about, but now some people have written you off as a "has-been." Can you fill us in on why they think your days as one of racing's brightest stars are over?

LC: A has-been? Come on, man. That's what you call those older guys. I'm not even thirty yet — I've got a lot of years ahead of me, as many of my longtime fans will tell you.

RS: Yes, but you've got to admit, it's been awhile since you've won a race. Care to tell us why you think that is?

LC: Heck, Rick, I wish I knew what it was, but the truth is I can't say it's any one thing. Certainly our engine program needs a bit of work. A few of these teams have an engine program that puts them at the top of the field week after week. Also, we've got some new people going over the wall and so that's a factor. And, too, part of it's my fault. I need to focus better. Keep my mind in the game. Avoid distractions.

RS: And you think you can fix all that this year?

LC: Without a doubt.


It was the worst day of her life, and that was saying a lot.

Sunshine dappled the blacktop that Sarah Tingle walked upon, causing heat to radiate up through the soles of her sandals. It was late June, so walking on a narrow, two-lane road in North Carolina wasn't a good idea. But thanks to her continuing streak of rotten luck, her car had broken down a half mile back, and in the latest episode of "Sarah Tingle's Life Goes to Hell," said road appeared to be deserted. She'd stood by the side of her car for almost an hour and nobody, absolutely nobody had come by.

No cars. No trucks. Not even a cyclist.

That was probably a good thing because right about now she'd tackle a four-year-old for his tricycle. Instead she pulled her red tank top away from her body (the hue no doubt matching the color of her flushed, sunburnt face), using her other hand to clutch her ankle-length skirt as she fanned the material in an attempt to get some air flowing to her lower regions. Didn't help.

How had it happened? she asked herself, dropping her skirt when all she'd managed to do was entice more gnats into dive-bombing her body. How had her life spiraled so out of control? A week ago she'd been on top of the world — dating a good guy, enjoying a great teaching job, a nice apartment, and now . . . nothing.

She closed her eyes, ostensibly against the sunspots, but in reality against the sting in her eyes.

No time to cry, she told herself, resolutely prying her lids open. She had to deal with the fact that her car, everything she owned stuffed into the back of it, had died a splendid and dramatic death involving a loud clank, lots of noise, and clouds and clouds of smelly black smoke. Right now what she needed to do was find the address she'd been looking for. Too bad she couldn't seem to locate it, which meant she might have been better off walking back toward the main road instead of hoping for her new boss's house to appear between the tall pines, Lake Norman sparkling in the distance.

Her new boss's house.

Sarah Tingle, bus driver. She still couldn't believe she wouldn't be walking into her kindergarten classroom next week. And as she recalled the twenty precious little faces she used to teach every day, Sarah felt like closing her eyes all over again. Instead she pushed on, shoving her curly auburn hair over one shoulder as determination set in.

A half-hour later she was determined to throw herself into the lake. She'd even made a deal with herself that if there wasn't a house around the next bend she'd do exactly that.

God must have finished torturing her for the moment because right at the sharpest edge of the turn stood a mailbox, sunlight spotlighting the thing like a biblical tablet. She ground to a halt, feeling almost giddy upon recognizing the address. Two brick pillars stood to the right, an elaborate wrought iron gate between them.

A gate with the cutout of a black race car in the middle of it.

She'd arrived. Finally.

She walked forward a few more steps — well, limped, actually; her big toe had a blister on it — so excited that she didn't look left or right as she stepped into the road, just blithely assumed no one was coming (because, really, no one had in the forty-five minutes she'd been walking).

Tires cried out in protest, their screech loud and long. Sarah looked left just in time to see the front end of a silver car coming toward her. She leapt. The car kept coming. She went airborne, then landed, rolling up the hood of a car.

It took a moment to realize she'd come to a stop.

She opened her eyes. Her head — still attached to her body, miraculously — had come to rest against something hard and cool. A windshield, she realized. Her cheek and the front of her body pressed against the glass.

Oh, great.

She was now a human bug. How appropriate.

Lance Cooper saw cleavage — and that was all — a large valley of flesh where moments before there had only been open road.

What the . . .?

He jerked on the door, knowing full well what had happened. He'd hit somebody.

"Am I alive?" he heard the woman mumble.

Relief made his shoulders slump. "You are." For now, he silently added, because if she turned out to be okay, he was going to kill her.

The woman shifted, rolling away from the window like a mummy unfurled from bindings. Damn crazy race fans, he thought, trying not to panic. What'd she been doing in the middle of the road like that?

"I think I broke a rib."

She deserved a broken rib. He'd had women do some strange things to get his attention, but this took the cake.

"Don't move," he ordered, figuring he better get her to a doctor before he had a lawsuit on his hands.

"No," he thought he heard her murmur. "No doctor."

Lance reached for his cell phone before remembering service was spotty this far off the beaten path. Sure enough, no bars. "Damn," he murmured.

"No, that would be damned," she groaned. "As in I'm damned. I can't believe you just hit me."

He bit back a sarcastic retort. "Let me go call an ambulance."

"Because why should I get off with just my car breaking down?" she continued. "Why not add getting struck by a car to the list?"

"Look, don't move. I'll go call 911—"

"No," she said, sitting up and groaning.

"Hey," he cried in irritation. "I told you not to move." And wasn't it ironic to be the one saying that when most of the time it was him getting yelled at by rescue crews.

"Don't call 911," she said, ignoring him, which made Lance instantly angry all over again — another irony given the fact that he always tried to refuse infield care, too.

"Lady, I just hit you with my car. I'd be an idiot not to call 911."

"I'm fine," she said, swiveling on her butt ever so slowly so that their gazes met.

Lance froze.

She'd managed to shock him.

Not a speck of makeup covered her face. Usually fans were a little more overt in their attention getting techniques — bared midriff, strategically located body piercings, even a tattoo or two. This woman didn't have any of that. Zero. Zip. Zilch.

She slid off his fender, wincing as she did so.

"Look, I'd appreciate it if you'd hold still for a moment."

"I'm fine," she said, swiping reddish-brown hair out of her face.

"You don't look fine," he said, steadying her with his hand, a hand that landed in a mass of abundant curls too soft to be fake, or permed, or heated into submission.

"I am," she reassured him, straightening. "Believe me, this doesn't feel any worse than the time Peter Pritchert ran me down."

"You've been hit before?"

"No, not like that," she said, wincing again, her flat vowels proclaiming she was from out of state, probably California. "Peter is — was one of my students." And he could have sworn her brown eyes dimmed for a moment, something he wouldn't have noticed if he hadn't been observing her so closely. "He had the stomach flu," she added, "and I didn't get out of his way fast enough."

"You're a teacher?" And as her words penetrated, something else she'd said earlier also sank in: broken car. Lord, that was her hunk of junk he'd passed a mile or two back. She wasn't some crazy out-of-state fan.

"I was," she said, rolling her shoulder a bit. "I recently underwent a change of career." She straightened, giving him a brave, everything's-all-right smile. "You're looking at Lance Cooper's newest bus driver — well, motor coach driver. I'm supposed to bring his fancy new RV to Daytona for him."

For the second time that day, she managed to shock him. She was his new driver. And she didn't know who he was.

"I was supposed to have a meeting with him, actually, which means I should probably get going before a meteor lands atop my head."

"A meteor?"

"Sure, why not?" she asked. "I mean, everything else has gone wrong today. Why not a meteor, or a swarm of locusts or a plague?"

He almost smiled. Obviously, she was hanging on by a thread. "Look," he said, deciding to hold off telling her who he was for the moment. "I think you should see a doctor. I have a friend—"

"No doctor," she said impatiently.

"Why not?"

"Because I don't have health insurance."

And there it was again, that look. Disgust. Disappointment. Dismay. Lord, but the woman was an open book.

It fascinated him.

He didn't know why, but suddenly he found himself studying her face. It wasn't a particularly beautiful face. He would venture to say she was even plain with her reddish brown hair and brown eyes. But there was something pleasantly endearing about it. She was cute in a sweet-faced kind of way. And maybe that was what fascinated him. That sweet face didn't go at all with her hot, hot body, one perfectly outlined by her red tank top and pretty floral skirt.

"Don't worry about the health insurance," he said. "I'm sure my car insurance will cover it."

"No, thanks. Mr. Cooper's waiting for me."

He opened his mouth to tell her he was Mr. Cooper, only something stopped him. He had a feeling if he told her he was Lance Cooper it might just be enough to push her over the edge.

"C'mon," he said. "I'll give you a ride. That's a long drive."

"Is it?" she asked, looking puzzled, as well she should because you couldn't see his house from the road and so there was no way to know that, unless . . . "I've been there before," he said.

"You have?"

"Lots of times."

"You're friends with Lance Cooper?"

Okay, time to confess who he was. "I'm his pool boy."

Now what the heck did you go and say that for?

"You're his pool boy."

Because he had a feeling when she realized who he was, humiliation just might make her do something crazy — like run off shrieking, hands flailing. He almost smiled at the image.


Heart to Heart Interview with Pamela Britton

Heart to Heart: Race cars and romance -- who knew? It looks like you did! Can you tell us about your background with racing and NASCAR, including your work for race teams? And why do you think racing and romance make such an explosive and natural combination?

Pamela Britton: Well, I've been a fan of the sport since the early '90s, thanks to a couple of friends of mine who are intimately involved with the circuit (one being a Nextel Cup crew chief). Those friends were responsible for putting me to work at the track. I would sometimes do what's called "scoring," which can be [either] a really boring job or a really stressful job -- depending on the track. Basically, what you're doing is tracking your car's lap times. But sometimes it's not easy to spot your driver in a pack of cars, especially at the smaller tracks -- or under fluorescent lights -- and so I was always on edge until the end of the race. NASCAR is such an exciting sport that it seemed only natural to want to write a book about it. There are 75 million race fans, 40 percent of which are women. I used to see those women in the stands and think, Wow! I wanted to try and capture some of that "wow" feeling within the pages of a book. Harlequin thought it was a good idea, too. They did some research and it showed that female NASCAR fans are 26 percent more likely to read romance novels than non-fans. From that point on it seemed obvious that this would be a win-win situation for both Harlequin and NASCAR.

HtoH: Did you do any special research beyond your own background? We were amazed by the detail about the racing life and the amount of obligations that come with the life of a top driver.

PB: I've been a "gearhead" my entire life, and I thought I knew everything there was to know about racing. Boy, was I wrong. When I started writing the book, I realized how much I didn't know. Both NASCAR and my friends within the industry were instrumental in helping me fine-tune the details of my story. And I'm delighted you were intrigued with the behind-the-scenes action. That was one of my goals: to give people an accurate and exciting look at the world of racing.

HtoH: One of the appealing things about In the Groove is the romance between two people who are in the worst slump of their lives -- the race car driver who is down on his luck, and the ex-kindergarten teacher who needs a job, badly. Did anything special trigger the idea for this plot and this couple?

PB: I loved writing this book, and I think that was due in large part because I identified with both characters. I, too, have been down on my luck (haven't we all?). And I, too, know what it's like to think your career is over and to want to throw in the towel. But like my characters, I've learned that things are never as bad as they seem, and that sometimes all you have to do is keep your chin up. That's the message I wanted to send out with this book, and I truly hope I accomplished that goal.

HtoH: From your web site ( it's clear that you've got a bone to pick with people who put down romance novels. Could you share that point of view with Heart to Heart readers? And, do you think the NASCAR Library Collection publishing program will expand readers for the genre?

PB: You know, I've been writing books for almost ten years, and I still hear the same old stereotypes used to describe the genre. I have to scratch my head over this because many of my fellow romance authors are amazing writers. As proof, one can simply look at the many mainstream fiction authors who have their roots in romance. Those authors didn't suddenly learn how to write -- they've always been terrific. And so it got me to thinking: Why? The only thing I could think of was that the naysayers have never actually read a romance novel, and instead of reading the books and formulating their own opinion, they'd rather use someone else's outmoded label. It's too bad, too, because those people are missing out on some great stuff. And, yes, I have every confidence the NASCAR Library Collection will expand readers for the genre. Can I just add how thrilled I am that In the Groove is NASCAR's first officially licensed work of fiction! Actually, it's the first any professional sports organization has licensed a book. Wow!

HtoH: What books are you working on now?

PB: NASCAR, NASCAR, NASCAR! My next NASCAR book, On the Edge, comes out in September [2006]. After that comes To the Limit in February 2007. There'll be a few historicals thrown in there, too. It's fun to switch between the two genres, although it's sometimes difficult for me to capture the appropriate tone and language of the Regency historicals. But that's what I like about writing two such different stories. Never a dull moment! In closing, I just want to thank all of my readers for sticking with me no matter what type of book I write. I'm so, so, sooo grateful to them! And I would encourage anyone who's interested in Harlequin's NASCAR Library Collection program to visit

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In the Groove 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 31 reviews.
dukefn99 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Quite as enjoyable as its predecesor (Dangerous Curves), but definately more a NASCAR book.This one follows a race car driver (who was introduced in Curves) and the woman he hires to drive his bus. For the most part, the characters were enjoyable... although at one point I'd like to have smacked the female lead upside the head for rejecting the racer for the upteenth time.My one real complaint... the editing about 1/2 way thru missed that she was supposed to be a Kindergarten teacher and for about 2 chapters kept mentioning her 3rd grade students. It really bugged the editor in me.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great book for nascar fans
Jutzie More than 1 year ago
In The Groove by Pamela Britton NASCAR #2 Sarah Tingle is most comfortable with kids, she loved being a kindergarten teacher until her ex went out for revenge, causing her to lose everything. Off to North Carolina she heads hoping to teach, instead she finds herself getting a job to drive a race car drivers bus. Sarah don’t have a clue about the racing industry and wouldn’t even know her famous new boss if he hit her with his car. Lance Cooper was intrigued with his new employee. She could car less about his fame and fortune, she didn’t even know who he was and somehow that didn’t bother him. When she bakes him cookies and gives him a pep talk like he’s one of her students, it changes his losing streak. You don’t let go of things that bring you good luck, but how can he hang on to her? The readers met Lance Cooper in the first book, Dangerous Curves. Blain Sanders young new driver who was flirtatious and full of wise cracks. I really enjoyed the way the author brought the previous characters back into the book, showing how their lives have moved ahead as well. Looking forward to the next five books in this series. **Sensual content and language
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I loved this book, as well as all Pamela Britton books. She is an amazing author.
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Charmed47 More than 1 year ago
Too mellow.
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Guest More than 1 year ago
this was the bestest book ever. i started reading it at 4 p.m. today and didn't put it down till i read the whole thing at midnight. this book had the perfect amounts of what makes a romance book. there was still heat and passion in it, but gladly not to the point it would be considered soft core porn. this book has the best characters i have ever read about. i would recommend it to everyone, even non nascar fans would love it.
Guest More than 1 year ago
i couldnt put this book down i have read it like several times and i just bought it last week
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was so much fun to read. I read it in one day. I recommend it for anybody who is a NASCAR fan. It gives details into what it must be like to live as a NASCAR wife or girlfriend.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Pamela has outdone herself with this one! I did not think she could get to me, but this book was even better! I laughed, cried and even sympathized. Her books about NASCAR are stunning and I cannot put them down.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is so exciting and captivating! It held my attention throughout the whole thing! I recommend this book to anyone who loves a romance with a twist!!!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was such a page turner that I read half the book in one day. I even had the NASCAR race on with the sound off so I could finish the book. This is a book for every women out there who think that all drivers date are models.This book makes you fell like you were at the track or that this is happening to you. I can not wait for the next book in this line of NASCAR-themed romance novels.