DEAD ZONE: Drive Me Until You Burn on Christmas Eve
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DEAD ZONE: Drive Me Until You Burn on Christmas Eve

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Adrian Cross built an empire on silence, precision, and control.
By day, he’s the untouchable billionaire CEO who engineered the fastest machines in the underground.
By night, he becomes Rogue—the city’s masked legend, feared by criminals and worshipped by racers who never guess the truth beneath the visor.
He lived his life like a flawless equation… until Luna Vega came crashing through it.
She races like fire.
Laughs like rebellion.
And drives as if she’s daring the world to break her.
Adrian only meant to watch her—just curiosity.
But Christmas Eve draws closer, and so does danger.
Someone wants Luna dead.
Someone Adrian has fought in the shadows for years.
So when an ambush spirals out of control, Rogue steps into the open—risking his identity, his empire, and the mask that kept Luna from seeing the real him.
But the real him is the problem.
Because Adrian Cross doesn’t save people.
He doesn’t get attached.
He doesn’t fall.
Yet every time Luna breathes, he feels himself unravel.
Every time she races, he tastes fear for the first time.
And when she looks at him—really looks—he knows he’s already lost.
This Christmas Eve, the Dead Zone turns into a battleground of engines, vengeance, and forbidden desire.
And Adrian Cross, the man who never loved anything but speed, must face the one truth he can’t outrun:
You can rebuild an empire.
You can hide behind a mask.
But you cannot control the woman fate slammed into your heart at 200 miles per hour.
This holiday, love is dangerous.
Obsession is destiny.
And Adrian Cross will burn the whole city down if it means keeping her alive.

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