Head Over Wheels - Samantha Chase
Praise for Samantha Chase
“If you can’t get enough of stories that get inside your heart and soul and stay there long after you’ve read the last page, then Samantha Chase is for you!”
-NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author Melanie Shawn
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“A fun, flirty, sweet romance filled with romance and character growth and a perfect happily ever after.”
-NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author Carly Phillips
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“Samantha Chase writes my kind of happily ever after!”
-NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author Erin Nicholas
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“The openness between the lovers is refreshing, and their interactions are a balanced blend of sweet and spice. The planets may not have aligned, but the elements of this winning romance are definitely in sync.”
- Publishers Weekly, STARRED review
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“A true romantic delight, A Sky Full of Stars is one of the top gems of romance this year.”
- Night Owl Reviews, TOP PICK
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“Great writing, a winsome ensemble, and the perfect blend of heart and sass.”
- Publishers Weekly
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“Recommend Chase to fans of Susan Elizabeth Phillips. Well-written and uniquely appealing.”
- Booklist
1
“Well? What do you think?”
Danielle Perry had overseen the restoration of dozens of classic cars since coming to work for Malcolm and Son Restoration, but this was the first time the sight of a finished car brought tears to her eyes.
This one was personal.
She had felt a connection to this car from the beginning that had her feeling overly emotional, and she was not an emotional person.
Ever.
Staring down at the black and white photograph in her hand, she blinked away the tears.
“Dani?”
Beside her stood Malcolm and son. Well, Malcolm Sr. and Malcolm Jr., such as they were.
Malcolm Sr. had started his classic car restoration business back in the nineties. The man lived, breathed, ate, and slept classic cars, so it was no wonder he passed his love of all things automotive on to his son.
Looking up, she met Malcolm Jr.’s eyes and felt herself blush.
Averting her eyes quickly, she cleared her throat. She looked at the photo and then back up at the car before saying, “It’s perfect.” The next time she looked up at father and son, she saw the look of relief on both of their faces. “Seriously, you guys outdid yourselves. This car is…well…it’s a dream.”
Malcolm Sr. smiled broadly before coming to stand beside her. Wrapping an arm around her shoulders, he hugged her. “Don’t sound so surprised,” he teased.
“I’m not!” she replied, stepping away, her eyes wide. A nervous laugh was out before she could stop it. “I’m just…” She paused and collected her thoughts. “It’s like part of this photo has come to life.”
Both men nodded.
The truth was, it was simply a coincidence that the 1960 Corvette convertible was the same one from the photo in her hands. Her grandparents and great-grandparents were in the photo; her grandfather purchased the car back in 1962 to soup it up for the sake of racing it. He never got it onto a track, but the picture was a snapshot in time where everyone was young and carefree and enjoying the possibilities of a great car. Her old, Italian great-grandparents were in the front seat wearing sunglasses and giant smiles.
It was a great photo.
It was a great car.
And if she didn’t get her head out of her butt, it was going to be the reason she turned into a blubbering mess.
Straightening, she cleared her throat. “Okay, are you ready to go over the checklist?”
Malcolm Sr. groaned and took a step back. “That’s my cue to leave. Good luck!”
Dani didn’t think it was possible for a man his age to sprint–especially one who complained about his knees on a daily basis–but he practically left them in a cloud of dust. Shaking her head, she laughed softly. Glancing at Malcolm Jr., she smiled.
There wasn’t anything she wanted more than a chance to be alone with him and this trip was finally her chance. There wasn’t a thing about him that didn’t attract her–from his tall, muscular build, his jet-black hair, baby blue eyes, and arms covered in tats. Add in the fact that he was a genuinely nice guy who was a little on the quiet side, and he was practically catnip for her.
For three years she had been pining for him and it hadn’t gotten her anywhere. It didn’t matter how hard she flirted or tried to impress him with her knowledge of classic cars; he just never took the bait.
Or maybe he just wasn’t interested.
Nope. Not gonna go there. I’m