Two mechanics. One rivalry.
She’ll prove she’s as good as she says she is.
He’ll prove her place isn’t under the hood.
It’s over it.
“Don’t let the bastards get you down.”
For twenty-six years, I lived by my daddy’s motto. Which is why “Mechanic Wanted” is all it takes for me to apply for the job at the garage we once owned.
And I meet the biggest bastard of them all.
Dexter Ryne. Hotter than Hell in July and a firm believer that my place is on reception, taking phone calls and looking pretty. Not getting dirty under the hood of a car.
Determined to prove each other wrong, we make a deal.
I have three weeks to prove my worth as a mechanic. If I don’t, I’m on telephone duty.
If I do, he’ll accept defeat and make my job permanent.
Now, all I have to do is fight my attraction to the cocky little… beep.
Problem is, an engine isn’t the only thing he knows how to make purr…
Let the battle of the sexes and mechanics begin!
And let me tell you, due to Dex and Jamie’s stubborn personalities, unfiltered mouths, and hot tempers, this fight is either going to end with Jamie out of a job and Dex in the hospital in order to get a screwdriver out of a place it shouldn’t be or they’ll rip each other’s clothes off and hate fuck one another until they realize that they actually are more alike than they think and rev one another’s motors like no one else can!
I’m a book whore when it comes to stories like Miss Mechanic. I love strong and confident heroines who make it their mission to prove gender stereotypes wrong, and Jamie Bell is the perfect woman to set Dex straight when it comes to her ability to prove how skillful a mechanic she is and make him eat his sexiest words.
The fact that Dex has met his match when it comes to his snarky firecracker employee and they get under each other’s skin so easily actually proves how compatible they are and how much they feed off one another’s arrogance in ways that allow them to spar as well as flirt in both aggravating and seductive ways is what made all of the sexual tension and escalated fights worth the moment when Dex and Jamie finally get their shit together and realize all of their fighting was just one long game of foreplay!
I can’t write about Dex and Jamie’s story without mentioning their friends/family. The secondary characters in Miss Mechanic were amazing. Between Dex’s sister, grandfather, great aunt, and niece as well as Jamie’s crazy best-friend, Haley, Dex and Jamie’s privacy as well as their true feelings for one another were never going to remain hidden because those closest to them know them perhaps better than they know themselves and don’t hesitate to call Dex and Jamie on their bs as well as point out flaws in Dex and Jamie’s plan to remain ‘fake’ enemies and prove each other wrong.
Emma Hart definitely knows how to do romantic comedies with the perfect amount of sass, crudeness, and crazy antics, and I hope she continues to create extraordinary characters and entertaining, slightly inappropriate stories that allow readers to laugh, swoon, and swear because that’s what she gives us each and every time we crack open one of her books!
4.5 Poison Apples
“Can I help you?” I asked.
He blinked and met my eyes.
“What the hell are you doing over there?” I pushed to stand up straight.
“Right now?” He capped his water bottle. “Well, honestly… I’m just thinking you’d look better over the hood of that car than under it.”
I unhooked the hood and slammed it down, spinning on the balls of my feet.
Our eyes met properly. I didn’t like what I saw in his—desire, attraction, need. Which was obviously why a shiver ran down my spine.
I cocked a hip, putting my hand on it. “The only time you will ever get me over a hood of a car is if a wiper blade needs changing. So, unless you’re a wiper blade…”
Dex pulled his phone from his pocket and started tapping the screen.
I blinked. “What are you doing?”
He peered up at me through his unfairly thick eyelashes. “Seeing if I can get a wiper blade costume for Halloween.”
“I don’t even know how to respond to that.”
“You can buy wiper blade glasses.”
He raised his eyebrows. “And a lady here on eBay will hand-make any costume. There’s my Halloween sorted.”
I stared at him. “You’re not getting me over anything, Dex. Definitely not a car hood. No matter what you think.”
He clutched his chest dramatically. “You wound me.”
“Unfortunately not fatally,” I muttered.
“You also underestimate me.”
“There’s a lot of that going around in this garage.” I put the bottle of coolant away.
“Can I ask you something?”
I sighed and turned to face him again. “What?”
Earnestly, he asked, “Can you stop wearing those tiny shorts? Or yoga pants that make me want to touch your ass every five minutes?”
I looked down at the ripped shorts of my dungarees. “Can you keep your thoughts to yourself? Control yourself, maybe? Not look at me and see someone worth screwing?”
By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies—usually wine—and writes books.
Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love.
She likes to be busy—unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.