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About ‘Miss Mechanic’ by Emma Hart:

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…

‘Miss Mechanic’ by Emma Hart exclusive excerpt:

“Someone needs to take that tray from Greta.”

I jerked my head around. Dad was right—Greta still had a tray, or rather, she’d commandeered someone to handle it for her.

“Dad. I think we’re up.”

Dad sighed, but we both stood and crossed the room to where Greta was drunkenly peddling shots to… Roxy and Jamie.
They both took one before we had a chance to get to them and stop them.

“I’ll take that.” Dad took the tray from the old guy who held it and swept it straight to the bar.

Greta held her finger up and shrieked Dad’s name before dragging her poor new friend behind her.

Roxy snorted. “I need the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” She waved at us and headed in the direction of the bathrooms.

“I thought you said she was a whiskey peddler,” I said to Jamie, half-grinning.

She pressed her hands against her cheeks. “She is. It’s crazy. She shoves it at you and stares at you and woosh, you’re a goner!”

Laughing, I handed her her purse. “Here. I didn’t want to leave it at the table.”

“Thanks.” She unclipped the top and pulled out a chain strap before doing it back up. She threw the strap over her head, across her body, and grabbed my hand. “Dance?”

“I don’t dance.”

“Neither do I.”

“I’ve just watched you for the last fifteen minutes. You definitely do dance.”

She stopped in the middle of the floor, eyebrow quirked and lips curling. “You watched me, did you?”

“Not specifically. I mean, I could see you. It’s not like you were a TV or anything.”

She giggled behind her hand. “You’re so awkward.”

I’d been called many things, but awkward wasn’t one of them.

“I think you need some fresh air.” I grabbed hold of her arms and steered her toward the back doors. “And I’m aware this is outside of your safe touching zone, but it’s for your own good.”

More laughter escaped her. “I’m fine. I’m just in a good mood.”

“Huh. That’s why I think you’re hammered. I’ve never seen you in one of those.”

She looked at me over her shoulder as she sat on one of the benches in the side garden. “You’re such a charmer.”

“I’ve been nice all night. It’s all built up, and here we go. I’m charming the panties off you.”

“I doubt that. You’ll say one thing too far and whoosh.” She made a sweeping movement through the air with her hand. “They’d be clamped on with a coded padlock.”

I laughed as I sat with her. “There’s the Jamie I know. She’s under the whiskey and dancing.”

“Careful. I’m keeping her on a tight rein.” She tapped a finger against her chin.

And I knew.

I knew what was so damn different about her.

It was her freaking hair.

“Your hair,” I muttered, my fingers twitching.

“What?” She did a double-take and touched it. “Is something wrong with it?”

“No.” My lips tugged at the sides. “It’s what’s making you so different. You don’t look like you stuck your finger in a plug socket.”

She pressed her hand to her mouth. “I can’t even be mad about that. It’s true.”

“How did you do it?” I reached over and tugged the end of a wavy lock.

“I didn’t. My best friend and mom did.” She untucked it from her ear, letting it fall over her face.

“Don’t. Untuck it. I mean.” I hesitated only a second before I reached out and pushed it back behind her ear. It was soft and smooth, a world away from its usual state, and I let my fingers run through it to the very ends.

Our eyes were connected the whole time, and my inhale was a little too sharp.

Jamie bit her lip and looked away.

I yanked my hand back and cleared my throat.

“I’m hungry. Let’s get some pizza!” She jumped up faster than she should have been able to in those shoes and, with a good few feet of distance between us, looked at me with her hands clapped together. “Yes? Pizza? Yes?”

About Emma Hart:

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.

Miss Mechanic by Emma Hart will be released on December 12! Pre-order now from Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iBooks, or Kobo. And don’t forget to add it to your Goodreads!

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