It's been a year since her divorce and Lily Justice is ready to move on--but not with just any man. She's got a certain drool-worthy body shop owner in mind. It's almost convenient that her car needs some work. And when she meets Kyle Wolff up close and personal, her inner-slut has to have him, age difference be damned. With the car staying at the shop, Kyle graciously offers to give her a lift home.
While she accepts a ride on Kyle's hot motorcycle, Lily's inner-slut wants a hot ride on Kyle.
She's about to get what she wants. And it will be the ride of her life...
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Ride of Her Life by Anne Rainey
Lily pulled into the parking lot of Wolff's Body Shop and killed the engine to her poor, beaten-up red sedan. It wasn't a sexy car, not by a long shot, but it was hers and she wasn't kicking it to the curb. Patting the dash, she murmured, "You still have a few good miles in you, don't you girl?"
"You ask me, she has more than just a few."
Lily jumped at the hard male voice coming from her open driver's side window. Turning her head, she came face to...black t-shirt. Leaning closer and looking up, Lily's breath caught in her throat.
It wasn't so much that Kyle Wolff was as scrumptious as a hot fudge sundae. It wasn't even that his big, muscular body was large enough to block out the midday sun. It was the killer grin. She could've resisted the rest--as if--but that grin did her in every time she saw it.
"Sorry if I startled you."
Lily unbuckled her seat belt and grabbed her purse. The grinning hottie took hold of the handle and opened the door for her. Ah, a gentleman even. As if Lily needed more of a reason to want to jump the man's bones. Stepping out, Lily looked into a pair of sky blue eyes. Sexy, dreamy sky blue eyes she could simply drown in.
"Uh, I guess I was in my own world there."
He shut her door and stepped back. "I can understand that." After wiping his hands on a rag, he tucked it into his back pocket. Holding out a now only slightly greasy hand, he said, "I don't think we've been formally introduced. The name's Kyle."
She took the proffered hand. She noticed his squeeze was gentle. She liked that. It was always so annoying when men tried to prove something to a woman through a handshake. "Lily Justice. You own this shop, right?" She knew the answer already, but she felt compelled to ask.
"Lock, stock and barrel." He glanced at her car and grimaced. "I take it you're in need of some bodywork?"
She nodded and reached out to place her hand against the hood. "I was in an accident last week and I'm afraid she got a bit mangled. I'm lucky she still runs."
His gorgeous blue gaze went from her face, down over her body, only to stop at her polished red toenails and start back up again. Lily noticed he slowed down a fraction when he reached her chest. Her nipples stood at attention.
"You didn't get hurt?"
Lily crossed her arms, hoping to cover her reaction to his perusal. "Not a scratch."
He nodded and walked around the car. When he stopped at the trunk and knelt out of sight, Lily moved a few feet to the right, bringing him back into view. She watched as he touched a particularly large dent, smoothing his fingers back and forth. Oh boy, lucky lucky car.
As he whistled low and came back to his feet, Lily was struck by the sheer masculinity of him. Not an inch of fat. All she could see was a black t-shirt and old, worn jeans covering nothing but hard planes and angles. The skin on his arms and face was darkly tanned and she wondered if his torso was as well. What would it be like to have all that power to play with in bed? Ask him out. Do it. Quit stalling. That's half the reason for choosing his shop to begin with.
"You feeling okay?"
Lily mentally slapped down her inner slut. "Fine, why?"
"You sort of went blank there for a second."
"Oh, uh, the heat. It must be getting to me." Hell, it was the middle of August so her lie was at least credible.
"And I'm keeping you out here in it unnecessarily." He cringed. "How about we go in and talk about your car over a cold drink?"
She smiled and hitched her purse over her shoulder. "That sounds wonderful, thank you."
He smiled back and Lily's heart had a little party. "My pleasure, Lily."
Hearing her name coming from Kyle's perfectly curved lips sent her libido right into the red zone. Without even trying, a naughty little video ran through Lily's dirty mind. A video of her and Kyle doing the wild mambo. She even heard him calling her name. Oh hell, what a sexy voice. She heard the name again and realized, a little too late, that it wasn't in her head.
Instead of using that gorgeous body and delicious voice to make her scream in pleasure, he was staring at her and frowning as if she'd lost her damn mind.
"Sorry," she said, "did you say something?"
"You went off in your own world again." He crossed his arms over his chest and cocked his head to the side. "Are you sure that accident didn't knock something loose?"
The only thing loose was her imagination. But she figured he didn't need to know that. "I'm just a little distracted today, that's all."
He nodded toward the front of his shop. "Follow me and we'll see what sort of estimate we can work up."
An estimate. Right. "Thanks. I really appreciate it." When he started to walk, Lily lagged a little bit behind, content to watch the way his long strides ate up the pavement. The way his ass moved beneath the tight jeans. Yum. She'd seen him from a distance, driving his shiny black motorcycle up and down her street, tempting her beyond reason. Up close and personal was a far cry better though, she admitted. With a little luck, and a whole lot of bravery, she'd get him even closer.
Like, in her bed.
All night long.