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not blonde for Tawny Kitaen, but I’m still not opposed to watching you dance on a car.”

Alex said nothing; she just stared at Brent like he was an insect. It was glorious, and Cal could barely contain himself. He glanced at Jenna and could tell right away by the grin on her face that she shared his glee.

Cal gestured to Alex. “This is our newest employee, Alex Dawn, so keep your mouth shut, Brent, or she’ll sue you for sexual harassment.”

Brent’s jaw dropped. And Cal nearly cheered. But Brent recovered quickly and maintained some level of maturity when he stuck out his hand. “Welcome.”

Alex eyed his hand, shook it, and then shoved her hands back in her pockets. Brent rubbed his palm, mouthing ouch. Cal was happy to see Alex was already showing Brent she could handle him.

He introduced Alex to everyone else, including Asher and Julian, who’d just gotten there from school, as well as Gabe and of course, Jenna. Alex thawed a little with Jenna and talked a little about herself, so Cal learned Alex had moved to Tory recently with her sister.

As Alex left, she eyed Brent one last time before walking out to her truck. “See you Monday, boss!” Alex called over her shoulder.

When Cal looked at his brother, Brent was watching her go, shaking his head.

Cal stared at Jenna; she stared back, and then they both burst into laughter.

“So that’s going to be amazing,” Jenna said when she caught her breath.

“God, that woman probably weighs a hundred pounds soaking wet,” Cal said, “but she’s a force, huh? I wonder what her sister’s like.”

“If either has a sharper tongue than Brent,” Jenna responded, “then I would pay money to see them go toe-to-toe.”

Cal chuckled and grabbed her around the waist, tugging her to him.

“Hey, you’re going to get me dirty!” she protested but only with words, because she plastered herself to Cal and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Clean is overrated,” he said against her lips.

She kissed him back. “I always did love you dirty.”

Keep reading for a sneak peek at the next sizzling book in Megan Erickson’s

Mechanics of Love series,

DIRTY TALK

Brent Payton has a reputation for wanting to have fun all the time. It’s well earned, after years of ribbing his brothers and flirting with every girl he meets, but he’s more than just a good time, even though nobody takes the time to see it. When a new girl walks into his family’s garage with big thoughtful eyes and a body to die for, this mechanic wants something serious for the first time.

Ivy Dawn is done with men, all of them. She and her sister uprooted their lives for men too many times, and she’s not willing to do it again. Avoiding the opposite sex at all costs seems easy enough, until the sexy mechanic with the dirty mind bursts into her life.

Brent can’t resist the one woman who sees past his devil-may-care façade, and Ivy finds it harder and harder to deny how happy he makes her. But Ivy has secrets she hasn’t shared, and when the truth comes out, she must decide if she’s willing to take one more chance on love or let him go forever.

Available Fall 2015

An Excerpt from

DIRTY TALK

A THROAT CLEARED. And Brent looked over to see a woman standing beside them, one hand on her hip, the other dangling at her side, holding a paper bag. Her dark eyebrows were raised, her full red lips pursed.

And Brent blinked, hoping this wasn’t a mirage.

Tory, Maryland, wasn’t big, and he’d made it his mission to know every available female within the town limits and about a ten-mile radius outside of that.

This woman? He’d never seen her. He’d remember if he had.

Gorgeous. Long hair so dark brown, it was almost black. Perfect face. It was September and still warm, so she wore a tight striped sundress that ended mid-thigh. She was tiny, probably over a foot smaller than him. Fuck, the things that little body made him dream about. He wondered if she did yoga. Tiny and limber was his kryptonite.

Narrow waist, round hips, big tits.

No ring.

Bingo.

He smiled. Sure, she was probably a customer, but this wouldn’t be the first time he’d managed to use the garage to his advantage. Usually, he just had to toss around a tire or two, rev an engine, whatever, and they were more than eager to hand over a phone number and address. No one thought he was a consummate professional anyway, so why bother