FALLING UNDER by Lauren Dane (; Forever Trade Paperback; Ink & Chrome #2)
Duke Bradshaw, co-owner of the Twisted Steel custom motorcycle and hot rod shop, may devote his days to chrome and leather, but his nights belong to Carmella. His sultry redheaded neighbor has a smile like an angel and a body built for sin, and for the past year both have dominated Duke's dreams. When a problem at Twisted Steel requires a fast fix, Duke sees his chance to finally make his fantasy a reality.
Ever since she first heard the low rumble of his engine, Carmella Rossi has wondered if Duke Bradshaw handles his women as expertly as he handles his bike. When he shows up at her door offering her a much-needed job at his shop, she gets her chance to find out. Beneath Duke's masterful touch, Carmella soon submits to a world of unimaginable pleasure.
But history has taught Carmella how bad a boy boy can be. If she doesn't put on the brakes fast, her hard-bodied heartbreaker could drive her right over the edge . . .
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The story goes like this: While on pregnancy bed rest, Lauren Dane had plenty of down time, so her husband took her comments about "giving that writing thing a serious go" to heart and brought home a secondhand laptop. She wrote her first book on it. Today, Lauren is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of more than 60 novels and novellas across several genres.
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“You going to the track tonight?” PJ asked with faux casualness.
“I was thinking about it. Duke just told me about it a few minutes ago.”
“Oh, he did?”
Carmella rolled her eyes. “You’re so transparent.”
“Please. He’s ridiculously adorable. And the track is full of hot guys if you’re inclined otherwise. Plus Asa will be all involved with his car and stuff so it’ll be nice to have you there.”
“I’ve been before,” Carmella said. “Craig and I have seen you a few times.”
PJ waved a hand at that and the mention of Carmella’s cousin, who was part of PJ’s crowd. “That’s different. Now you’re there with Twisted Steel. There’s food and beer and soda for everyone.”
“Like a cool club?”
PJ leaned closer. “They now have ice cream too. They’re making root beer floats at our tent.”
“Oh, really cool club.” Carmella laughed. “You don’t have to sell me. I love the track and I love ice cream so I’m delighted to combine those while I look at hot men.”
“Well now.” Duke stepped back into the room, the skitter of Ginger’s nails sounding quickly as she came over to check on Carmella.
Her face heated and she wanted to apologize and hide under the desk and burst out laughing. Maybe she could fake something medical and run out of the room.
Instead she squared her shoulders. “Thank you for returning the dog.”
“She’s always happy. Being around her makes you happy too. She’s an excellent dog.”
“Carmella is coming tonight. To the track, I mean. I finished the bike if you want to take a look.” PJ looked around Duke’s body. “See you tonight!”
“She’s happy a lot too.” Duke propped his butt on the edge of her desk so she was unable to pretend away the snowy white spots on his jeans where the denim had worn thin.
He had fantastic legs. Long and lean, like a swimmer or a runner.
“Where’d you go?” he asked softly, almost a tease.
She flicked her gaze from his thigh to his face and got caught up there. The bits of gray mixed in the darker caramel at his temples and a bit in his beard. His eyes, gracious, it was the way the lashes fringed the pale green that made them so gorgeous.
Currently his mouth was working a cocky grin and it worked because he was hot as fuck and he had every reason to be cocky.
“I haven’t gone anywhere,” Carmella answered, though she knew that wasn’t really what he’d been asking.
“You were thinking. Arguing with yourself maybe?”
Well, she’d been thinking about his thigh and his cock and she should have been arguing with herself to stop that but she didn’t bother.
“I bet it was about sex given that blush.”
This was bad. So stupid. Bad. Wrong. All those things, but man, he smelled really good and he made her feel . . . lighter. As if he saw her without all the baggage she carried around. It was nice he didn’t know Carmella in that context.
And it was really fucking cool to have a man this handsome and charismatic clearly find her attractive and engaging enough to flirt with. They had some major chemistry between them, and while she knew she needed to run screaming, she let herself breathe in a little deeper to sniff him.
“Could be. Or it could be about laundry or grocery shopping.” She smiled and he laughed, standing once more.
“I’ll see you tonight. Since you’ll be looking at hot men, I expect you’ll find me.”
He sauntered out, whistling.
Damn, that ass.
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