Ghost Under the Golden Moon by Sky Taylor - Page 1

Nick hit the gas pedal encouraging the ancient trunk to put some space between him and the Kamikaze female driver behind him. The person responsible for issuing her a licence should be shot until senseless with a rubberband gun.

She was driving like a bat-out-of-hell, the expensive Italian sports car whipping all over the dirt road like a sidewinder. And the sidewinder was doing its damnedest to take a strike at his truck.

Every time she launched the expensive missile too close to his rear-end, Nick made note of the too-red lipstick and dark shades mounted on the resolute female driver.

The strip of dirt wasn't intended as a two-lane road as it barely provided space for one car. Locals tended to be patient and courteous - nothing like the flying witch behind him. And if she didn't pull her clawed-hoof off the gas pedal, she'd soon become the ditch-witch. Dirt roads were notorious for skids.

"Bloody bones - she's gonna pass!" Nick blurted out as the female made her move, the nose of the car almost careening with the truck bed as she steadily forged forward, whizzing by so close that he could have reached out and touched her car.

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Ghost Under the Golden Moon by Sky Taylor - Page 1