Revved To The Maxx by Melanie Moreland
Publication date: September 3rd, 2020
Synopsis:
Maxx Reynolds needs help.
His shop, house, and life are all in a state of disarray.
In desperation, he turns to the internet to hire a new employee, thinking it will make his life easier.
What he expects is a fellow named Charly.
What he gets is a quirky, sassy, red-head named Charlynn who runs circles around him.
And she's all woman.
He can't stand her.
He can't keep his hands off her either.
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Excerpt
"Can I--" She cleared her throat. "Can I buy you a drink?"
"Not needed."
"Please."
I couldn't say no to her pleading eyes and frankly, I really didn't want to. She had yet to remove her hand from my arm, and I had to admit I liked how it felt when she touched me. I sat beside her and Vanessa came over, sliding a beer my way.
"On the house. Thanks for taking out the garbage."
I picked up my glass. "He took himself out."
Vanessa placed a glass of wine in front of the girl. "On the house for you too. I like your style."
The girl picked up her wine with a shaking hand. "That's the second time in as many days I've had to rely on my self-defense class. I've never used it until now..." She trailed off.
I lifted my glass in a toast. "Always a first time."
She nodded, seemingly in thought.
I sensed a story there. I assumed she'd been hassled already this week, but I stayed quiet.
She turned to me, holding out her hand. "Thank you, Reynolds, for coming over. I appreciate it."
I looked at her hand, then had to tease her. "Is that safe?"
She laughed, the sound light. "Yes."
I shook her hand. "You're welcome." Then I furrowed my brow. "I think Vanessa said your name was Lynn?"
She shrugged and muttered something about it being close enough. Then she grinned, making two deep dimples in her face appear. They were right by the corners of her full lips, making her expression mischievous. "You asked her my name?"
"You remembered mine," I responded drolly.
She smiled. "Vanessa missed part of my name. It's Charlynn."
"Pretty."
She shrugged. "A mouthful."
"Maybe I'll stick to Red. It's easier."
"Not needed."
"Please."
I couldn't say no to her pleading eyes and frankly, I really didn't want to. She had yet to remove her hand from my arm, and I had to admit I liked how it felt when she touched me. I sat beside her and Vanessa came over, sliding a beer my way.
"On the house. Thanks for taking out the garbage."
I picked up my glass. "He took himself out."
Vanessa placed a glass of wine in front of the girl. "On the house for you too. I like your style."
The girl picked up her wine with a shaking hand. "That's the second time in as many days I've had to rely on my self-defense class. I've never used it until now..." She trailed off.
I lifted my glass in a toast. "Always a first time."
She nodded, seemingly in thought.
I sensed a story there. I assumed she'd been hassled already this week, but I stayed quiet.
She turned to me, holding out her hand. "Thank you, Reynolds, for coming over. I appreciate it."
I looked at her hand, then had to tease her. "Is that safe?"
She laughed, the sound light. "Yes."
I shook her hand. "You're welcome." Then I furrowed my brow. "I think Vanessa said your name was Lynn?"
She shrugged and muttered something about it being close enough. Then she grinned, making two deep dimples in her face appear. They were right by the corners of her full lips, making her expression mischievous. "You asked her my name?"
"You remembered mine," I responded drolly.
She smiled. "Vanessa missed part of my name. It's Charlynn."
"Pretty."
She shrugged. "A mouthful."
"Maybe I'll stick to Red. It's easier."
About the Author:
NYT/WSJ/USAT international bestselling author Melanie Moreland, lives a happy and content life in a quiet area of Ontario with her beloved husband of thirty-plus years and their rescue cat, Amber. Nothing means more to her than her friends and family, and she cherishes every moment spent with them.
While seriously addicted to coffee, and highly challenged with all things computer-related and technical, she relishes baking, cooking, and trying new recipes for people to sample. She loves to throw dinner parties, and also enjoys traveling, here and abroad, but finds coming home is always the best part of any trip.
Melanie loves stories, especially paired with a good wine, and enjoys skydiving (free falling over a fleck of dust) extreme snowboarding (falling down stairs) and piloting her own helicopter (tripping over her own feet.) She's learned happily ever afters, even bumpy ones, are all in how you tell the story.
Melanie is represented by Flavia Viotti at Bookcase Literary Agency. For any questions regarding subsidiary or translation rights please contact her at flavia@bookcaseagency.com
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