by: Jamie Hollins
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 18, 2017
When heroin stole James Foley’s wife and destroyed his marriage, he poured all his energy into raising his young son and running his auto garage. There’s no room in his life for anything else until Megan McKenna walks into his shop. He finds it impossible to resist the sexy school teacher.
After an ugly divorce, Megan lost her home, her job, and a big chunk of her self-respect. With her posh lifestyle now a memory, she starts over by indulging in an unexpected fling with a hard-bodied mechanic.
What begins as something casual turns into something meaningful. But how can their relationship survive when it’s built on half-truths?
James and Megan soon discover that being honest with themselves is just as important as being honest with each other. Only then will their relationship fire on all cylinders.
This dinner suddenly became the worst idea Megan had ever had. What had possessed her to accept his invitation? This wasn’t a date, but it was bordering on inappropriate behavior. She was his son’s teacher, for Christ’s sake.
Just then, James sauntered into the office wearing a black Guns N’ Roses T-shirt and faded blue jeans.
“All set?” he asked.
Megan stood slowly. An apology for changing her mind was on the tip of her tongue when he smiled at her. It wasn’t a smile to be polite or cordial. It was an honest-to-God genuine smile that made him look ten years younger.
And it was mesmerizing.
One side of his mouth pulled a little higher than the other in a lopsided grin. But it was what it did to his eyes that made her forget what she’d been about to say. If she wasn’t careful, she’d lose herself in them.
His dark eyes actually twinkled. Not with mischief. Not with lust. But with an easy excitement that told her she’d be the dumbest woman in Chicago—maybe the whole country—for not having dinner with this man tonight.
She cleared her throat. “All set. Let’s go.” She hoped the smile she gave him wasn’t as wobbly as she felt.
James opened the door for her and then he locked up behind her. He tilted his head toward the side of the building and she followed, not bothering to stop her wandering eyes as she watched the way his ass moved in his jeans. He oozed sex appeal, and for the first time in her life, she reveled in the act of checking out a man.
In fact, she was so busy checking out James’s ass that she didn’t realize he’d stopped her beside a menacing black motorcycle. He opened up a saddlebag and pulled out a glossy black half helmet and handed it to her.
“We’re taking this?” she gaped.
“Yep.” He grabbed her purse and stowed it in the saddlebag before slamming it shut.
“But how am I supposed to ride on that in this skirt?”
She was beginning to panic a little at the thought of tearing her poor Stella McCartney pencil skirt. Not to mention holding on to James’s tempting body as they rode through the streets of Chicago.
He turned back to look down at the skirt in question and smirked. “Looks like you’ll have to hike it up a bit.”
He didn’t wait for a response from her. He swung his leg over his bike and turned the engine on. The loud, angry roar echoed off the surrounding buildings.
He kicked back the kickstand and stood the bike up. Leaning forward over the glossy black gas tank, he finally turned to where Megan stood frozen on the sidewalk.
“Hop on, sweetheart.”
She blinked. This was actually happening.
Ignoring the inappropriate endearment, she fumbled with her helmet until she had it on her head and strapped tightly. Taking the sides of her skirt, she quickly but carefully inched the material up her thighs. Thank God for the slit in the back, or this stunt wouldn’t be possible at all.
She placed one Manolo-clad foot on the footrest that James had snapped down for her. Keeping one hand on her skirt, she gripped his nearest shoulder and hoisted herself up before swinging her leg over the bike to the other footrest. She plopped down on the tiny seat with a graceless thump, feeling the impact vibrate up her spine from her tailbone.
James stood in front of her, allowing her a second to get comfortable, which was absolutely impossible on a seat the size of a shoe box with zero padding.
“You okay?” he yelled back to her over his shoulder.
“I think so,” she replied, hoping he heard her over the roar of the engine. She scooted back on the seat as far as she could to give him room to sit down.
He looked down at her lap, and she could tell he was trying not to laugh. “I mean this in the most gentlemanly way possible, but you’re gonna have to open up your legs some more so I can sit back on the seat.”
Megan hoped he couldn’t tell that her cheeks were now stained the same cherry red as her sweater. She did as she was told, and James managed to sit between her obscenely and inappropriately spread legs. His jeans felt rough against the insides of her thighs, and when he finally leaned back to a natural sitting position, her breasts touched the thin material of his T-shirt.
He looked down at both sides, checking to see that her feet were firmly on the footrests. She was showing more leg than a Rockette at Christmastime.
James revved the engine a couple times before they slowly inched off the sidewalk and to a stop at the traffic signal. She still felt her face burning with embarrassment as the unseasonably warm November air hit her cheeks.
When their light turned green, the bike’s acceleration was abrupt, causing her to tighten her arms around his hard midsection. She didn’t need to look in the side mirror to know that he was smiling. Again.
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Jamie Hollins was born and raised in rural Northeast Ohio. After graduate school, she embarked on a perilous career in Human Resources where she met plenty of real life characters. When she’s not writing or chasing after her toddler, she enjoys reading and golfing. Jamie lives in Pennsylvania with her husband, son, and their dog, Winston.
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