Two mechanics. One rivalry.
She’ll prove she’s as good as she says she is.
He’ll prove her place isn’t under the hood.
It’s over it.
“Don’t let the bastards get you down.”
For twenty-six years, I lived by my daddy’s motto. Which is why “Mechanic Wanted” is all it takes for me to apply for the job at the garage we once owned.
And I meet the biggest bastard of them all.
Dexter Ryne. Hotter than Hell in July and a firm believer that my place is on reception, taking phone calls and looking pretty. Not getting dirty under the hood of a car.
Determined to prove each other wrong, we make a deal.
I have three weeks to prove my worth as a mechanic. If I don’t, I’m on telephone duty.
If I do, he’ll accept defeat and make my job permanent.
Now, all I have to do is fight my attraction to the cocky little… beep.
Problem is, an engine isn’t the only thing he knows how to make purr…
“Can I help you?” I asked.
He blinked and met my eyes.
“What the hell are you doing over there?” I pushed to stand up straight.
“Right now?” He capped his water bottle. “Well, honestly… I’m just thinking you’d look better over the hood of that car than under it.”
I unhooked the hood and slammed it down, spinning on the balls of my feet.
Our eyes met properly. I didn’t like what I saw in his—desire, attraction, need. Which was obviously why a shiver ran down my spine.
I cocked a hip, putting my hand on it. “The only time you will ever get me over a hood of a car is if a wiper blade needs changing. So, unless you’re a wiper blade…”
Dex pulled his phone from his pocket and started tapping the screen.
I blinked. “What are you doing?”
He peered up at me through his unfairly thick eyelashes. “Seeing if I can get a wiper blade costume for Halloween.”
“I don’t even know how to respond to that.”
“You can buy wiper blade glasses.”
He raised his eyebrows. “And a lady here on eBay will hand-make any costume. There’s my Halloween sorted.”
I stared at him. “You’re not getting me over anything, Dex. Definitely not a car hood. No matter what you think.”
He clutched his chest dramatically. “You wound me.”
“Unfortunately not fatally,” I muttered.
“You also underestimate me.”
“There’s a lot of that going around in this garage.” I put the bottle of coolant away.
“Can I ask you something?”
I sighed and turned to face him again. “What?”
Earnestly, he asked, “Can you stop wearing those tiny shorts? Or yoga pants that make me want to touch your ass every five minutes?”
I looked down at the ripped shorts of my dungarees. “Can you keep your thoughts to yourself? Control yourself, maybe? Not look at me and see someone worth screwing?”
I was equipped. I was ready. I’d lived my life with a refusal to make anyone make me feel like I was worth less than I knew I was, and I wasn’t going to change that now.
Jamie Bell knows cars better than people some days. She knows her way around a garage, too, and can use a wrench like nobody’s business. So, when a position comes open in what used to be her family’s auto repair shop, why wouldn’t she apply? Two words…Dexter Ryne. Dex has a place for Jamie at the shop, all right, and it’s answering phones and greeting customers. What does she have to say to that? Oh, heck, no, that’s what. And so another great love story begins…
Emma Hart can write a romantic comedy like nobody’s business. The sass, the snark, the self-confidence, these are the heroines that make her stories sing. And, when you pair them with the men that will (at least eventually) love them as they are, it’s matches made in, well, let’s just say that they work.
I love books that, along with some steamy sexy times, makes me laugh out loud, because if you’re not having fun, you’re not doing it right. Emma has done it right with Jamie and Dex, because they make everything about the enemy to lover thing work, and it’s a hoot to read their story.
I don’t think that Emma’s written a thing that I don’t love, because each and every book is infused with her sense of humor, tongue firmly in cheek, and her signature sass and sparkle. MISS MECHANIC hits the mark in every way, and I thoroughly enjoyed every minute of it. An easy 4.5 stars for this book, it’s a must-read for Emma’s fans, and lovers of rom-coms peopled with strong women and the men that love them.
By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies—usually wine—and writes books.
Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love.
She likes to be busy—unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.