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Dirty Mechanic (Hard and Ready #1)
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Tyler Hard has wanted Eliza for a long time. But taking over his father’s business, building his home, and most of all not knowing what she wanted, meant he never acted on his feelings for her. When she accidentally leaves her diary after dropping her car off to be repaired, he has no intention of reading it—but the temptation is too much, and now at last he has the key to her desires.
Eliza has always had a crush on the town mechanic. He’d been the star guy in high school, and featured in all of her fantasies. She was the frumpy librarian. There was no way any guy would ever fall for her…
The moment Tyler touches her, Eliza can’t deny the attraction that sizzles between them. After years of yearning for him, he’s in her bed, and showing her all kinds of dirty things that she has only imagined. Each day she falls in love with him a little more.
But what will happen when she discovers the diary that he’s been reading? Can she trust him again? Was their romance ever real?
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I want him to look at me like I’m the only woman in the world. His cock can only get hard for me, and that’s what he wants, to taste me, to take me at every single turn. He can’t get enough of me. All he can think about is getting me naked, lifting up my skirt, or bending me over the nearest surface. I want him to force me on my knees, to suck him, and for him to come, and make me swallow it down.
Above all else, I want him to want me.
“There’s no problem with that, sweetheart,” Tyler Hard said while running his fingers over the words.
Eliza Small’s diary was the most precious thing he had ever possessed. Not that it came into his hands intentionally. No, this diary had been left on his desk three weeks ago when she’d brought her piece of shit car in to be repaired. Not only did he have to wait for all of the parts to arrive, but most of them would break down the older parts that were already on there. She loved her car, so even though she wasn’t aware of it, he was completely rebuilding her car.
He’d charge her for the minimal work, but everything else was coming from him. The last thing he wanted was for her to be driving around in a death trap. He’d not expected for her to leave her diary.
When he first saw it, he’d had every single intention of handing it back to Eliza. She was the sweetest, kindest woman in town. Eliza was all woman, with full curves, big tits, and a set of hips that he often fantasized getting his hands on and doing all kinds of wicked things to her. She made him ache for her. The worst part of it all was she didn’t have a clue that he’d been wanting her since high school. Yep, that was how far his obsession for her ran. She was two years his junior.
He’d graduated high school before she had. There hadn’t been any college for him. His father owned this mechanic shop, just like his father had before him, and Tyler loved cars. All of his life he’d lived and breathed them. This was where he wanted to be, and he had no intention of going to some fancy college or getting out of a town he loved.
This would be where he grew old, had kids, got married; though not in that order, he hoped.
Who he wanted, though, was a woman that had rarely given him the time of day. She was never rude. Eliza spent most of her time with her head either in a book or looking down at the pavement.
After reading each page of her secret thoughts, he wanted in, damn it. He’d never asked her out, nor had he ever taken a chance with her, but all that shit was about to change now. He knew what she wanted, and he wanted it as well.
No more being the nice guy.
Eliza was his.
“Boss, we need you,” Carl, one of his employees, said.
“I’ll be right there.” The door to his office closed, and Tyler ran his fingers across the words she’d written. She wanted someone to want her, and he was just the guy she needed.
She just didn’t realize it yet.
Putting her diary back into his safe, making sure it was locked up and secure, he made his way outside to whatever problem needed fixing.
Humming to himself, Carl stood away from the car as he worked. He’d solved each problem on a car, truck, or bike so many times that he didn’t even need an update on what was wrong with a car.
Just by listening to the sounds a car made, he could tell if it needed work. While walking past the library three weeks ago, he heard Eliza’s engine pretty much begging for help. He’d loved that it had given him an excuse to see her.
“There we go. Good as new,” he said, grabbing a dirty cloth and wiping his hands on it.
“You know my name is Tyler. You don’t have to keep calling me ‘boss.’” His father had decided to retire early at seventy. His parents had him really late in life, not that they regretted a moment of it.
He’d made his mistakes growing up, but that had been it, and he’d always taken responsibility for what he’d done. Not that he’d done anything dangerous or scary. Well, one time he did drive home drunk. He didn’t get caught, but his parents not only put the fear of God into him, they also made him aware of what his actions could have caused. As punishment, his father wouldn’t let him drive his car, and he had to in fact take the bus.
“I don’t care if you’re the most popular guy in school. You’re my son, and my son will always have respect for his elders, treat women properly, and have respect for the law. We’re mechanics, son. This is what we’ve been doing for generations. I will not have a drunk driving mechanic in my shop!”