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I’ve got the biggest tool in town and she’s eyeing it.
Emily Gallaway is sweet like candy, but her good girl attitude isn’t fooling anyone. When she moves into town, there’s one thing on my mind and it’s not just putting a wrench in her radiator.
She’s got everything that I want. It’s just a matter of time before she drops to her knees and whispers those three magic words.
But there’s a reason I’m back here from the city. I was forced out of my own home. My garage was ransacked.
There’s only one way back home. Only problem is I’m starting to realize it may end with the hardest decision of my life. Emily’s just going to have to hold on tight for the ride.
It’s like I told her. Don’t sleep with a mechanic if you don’t want to get hurt.
**Wrenched is a standalone, full length small town romance novel with a HEA and absolutely NO CLIFFHANGERS!**
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There’s nothing left for me here now. The world has come undone. I’m never the one to stop it from bowing, but I can understand why it does. I leave when I have to. That’s what men have to do sometimes. We leave when there are no other options left for us. As my friend lies in a pool of his own blood, I stare down at his body and shed a single tear.
And I scream.
There’s no hope in a world that’s come undone. There’s no forward and there is no going back. I’m stuck in a life of loneliness, all because I witnessed the unthinkable. How could it have happened? How the fuck could I allow something this low to happen?
I take off and head for Colorado. I head for the forest, where I can disappear forever. Where there’s crime, there’s punishment. Only, the bad don’t ever get their sentence.
I don’t care much for dwelling on the unexpected. I never expected anyone to give me any handouts. So, if I have to go, I’ll go. But I’m taking this shotgun with me. And I’m holing up until they find me.
…because men like them always find a way. But I’m not going down without a fight. By the time they come through my door, I’ll pulverize them. I’ll send them to hell and back. Mark my words: a storm is coming and it can’t be stopped.
“Come on, Mom. We have to go! Our Uber is here,” I call out across the hallway. She comes around the corner and smiles, holding a box of old memories. She kisses my shoulder and walks out the front door.
“This house will miss you,” she says. “I can’t believe you’re finally moving out.”
“You say that as if it’s a bad thing,” I laugh, knowing I’ve sort of overstayed my welcome. I thought that during college, I could move out, but that proved nearly impossible. Now, with a degree in my hand, I’ve finally found a job that fits. An editor at Johannson Publishing. The one catch is that it’s in the middle of fucking nowhere in Colorado. Coming from Los Angeles, this is a huge jump.
“You know you can stay here as long as you want.” She gives me that sweet motherly look. “But I think this is going to be big, Emma. Denver is an amazing city. You’re going to love it.”
“I don’t know,” I sigh, feeling my stomach shift. “Denver kind of seems boring. I know it’s a big city and all, but they’ve got me staying in a house that’s way outside the city. Budget cuts, they said. I’m in the forest, Mom.”
“Well, you’re just going to have to learn some survival skills then,” she laughs and puts the box in the Uber car. I look back at the house I grew up in and get choked up for a second. I close my eyes and turn away. My mom grabs the box of stuff from my hands and puts it in the other seat.
She says, “Really, though. I think this could be life changing. You never know what can happen.”
“I guess so.” I shrug. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m excited. But I’m not waiting for any miracles to happen. This is very low level.”
I hug my mom and actually feel the tears start welling up. I can’t hold back. I cry a little. We both do. This is the first time I’ve ever really left home for good. I can’t believe it’s taken me this long.
“Oh, honey,” she says. “You’re twenty-three now. This is a huge year for you.”
“Any more words of motherly wisdom?” I wipe the tears from my face.
“Make the most of it,” she says. “Work hard, take chances, and fall in love.”
“Fall in love?” I laugh. “I don’t think so.”
“Have fun, baby. I love you,” she says, closing the door. I roll down the window and smile.
“Love you too, Mom,” I sigh.
“And don’t forget to call your old mother!” she laughs. I wave her goodbye and watch as she walks into the house.
I close my eyes and try and picture my life. I’ll have my own desk, my own cubicle, and a team of likeminded people. She’s right. This is an exciting time of my life and I’m going to make the most of it.
“Let’s see. We’re going to the bus station?” the driver asks me. “You on a trip or something?”
“Not quite.” I smile. “I’m headed to my new home.”
“Don’t you fucking die on me, you piece of shit,” I mutter under my breath. The engine to my old Ford sounds like it’s spitting up chunks of tar. Every so often, the brakes feel like they’re shifting on their own and the truck slows to a near halt, only to start moving fast again. I’ve got miles to go and I just need my baby to keep chuggin’ along.