Amy Daws’ Tires Tires Tires inspired romance series is back! Check out this exclusive excerpt from Next In Line which is the second novel in the hilarious Wait With Me series!
‘Next In Line’ by Amy Daws synopsis:
What happens when the cute mountain man you made out with in an ice fishing shack turns out to be your brother’s best friend?
A whole lot of awkward, that’s what.
Maggie’s mind is reeling when she discovers the guy she became tangled up with at Marv’s Bait & Tackle isn’t a stranger like she thought.
The big snag: Sam and Maggie’s chemistry is hot enough to melt ice, which makes keeping their secret far more difficult than either expected.
Especially when one of them decides they want this arrangement to be more than just a catch and release.
‘Next In Line’ by Amy Daws exclusive excerpt:
He turns on his heel, his eyes cast down as he zips up his black winter coat. He begins descending his front steps, finally looking up, and then pauses on the last step. “What are you wearing?” he asks with an accusing gaze as he stares down my body.
My brows furrow as I tighten my red wool coat around me. “Clothes. What are you wearing, Mr. Tight Pants?” I mumble the last part under my breath.
“I’m wearing winter climbing gear because it’s January and cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey. Where’s the stuff you bought at Marv’s?” He looks damn near angry with me!
“It’s in my trunk,” I reply. Walking to the back of my car, I pop the trunk and produce the infamous red and white snowsuit. “I couldn’t leave my house in this getup in case Miles woke up before I left. I thought I could change here.”
Sam exhales heavily and turns to reclimb his front steps. “So this means you’re not backing out?” he states with great disappointment as he fumbles through his keys.
I walk up the steps, squeezing my snowsuit and boots to my chest. “I didn’t back out of ice fishing, and I’m not backing out of this. I’m excited to get some shots of me in action today. Sterling will flip out when I send him pictures of me on an iced silo!”
He grumbles under his breath as he finally finds the key he was looking for and begins to push open the door. When I move to walk inside, he steps into my path. “Wait, did you call me Mr. Tight Pants down there?”
I bite my lip, a deep flush rushing up from my neck. “Maybe.”
His brows lift, and he does that shy smile thing again that he’s horrible at hiding. “Were you checking out my ass there, sparky?”
“No,” I bark out a bit too aggressively. “I was just watching you, and I couldn’t help but notice that you bought your pants a size too small.”
“These are professional climbing pants,” he states, leaning closer to me. “They are supposed to fit snugly so they don’t get hung up on any jagged edges.”
I shrug my shoulders dismissively. “I knew that.”
Editors Note: Book synopsis and excerpt provided by author.