There's nothing Andi Manning doesn't know about cars. Working at Kasen's Kustom Automotive is a dream job, and it's even more fun now that they've turned the garage into Revved Up, a reality television show for overhauling classic cars. Watching drop-dead gorgeous Dean Kasen work his magic on those sweet rides is no hardship, either. She's lusted after him, but never had the courage to act on her scorching-hot fantasies.
The network offers Dean the chance for the local show to go national as long as a sexy bombshell helps host it. Andi is perfect for the role--if she's willing to discard her coveralls and bend over engines in tight shorts, tank tops and heels. Now that she's gone from cute coworker to sexpot, Dean can't keep his hands off her. But he feels guilty for sleeping with an employee and Andi has to wonder...the only time they spend together is for sex, so is it her he wants, or just the revved-up goddess of the show?
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from All Revved Up by Crystal Jordan
"No way in hell, Jesse." Dean Kasen tossed a pencil down on his desk and glared at his cousin. "I went along with it when you wanted to turn the garage into a reality TV show, but--"
"And business has never been better, has it?" Arching a blond eyebrow, Jesse offered up an incredulous stare, as if he had no idea why Dean might be upset.
Dean growled, refusing to give an inch. This was his family's legacy at stake, and he wasn't about to let anyone screw that up, not even a member of his family. They owned equal shares of Kasen's Kustom Automotive, so this wasn't the first time they'd had to duke it out over disagreements on how the garage should be run. "Business is good, yeah. But that doesn't mean--"
"They want to give Revved Up national syndication, Dean!" Jesse pinched the bridge of his nose. "This is a good thing, and you were into it until this morning."
"That's because until this morning, I didn't know the network wanted to boost our ratings by letting some bim in a short skirt loose in my garage. I am not letting them turn this place into a joke. I've worked--we've worked--too damn hard to keep Kasen's a reputable name to blow it now."
Jesse threw his hands up in the air, and his chair squeaked as he flopped back. "Fine. You're right."
"I know I'm right." Dean narrowed his eyes. His cousin had never given up on an argument that quickly in his entire life. There had to be a catch.
A charming grin flashed across the other man's face, and Dean knew he was in trouble. Shit. He sighed and scrubbed a hand over the back of his neck. What now?
Jesse's grin grew to a broad smile. "I knew you'd get bent out of shape about this, so I already came up with a compromise I know you'll agree to."
Grunting, Dean picked up the pencil and tapped it on his desktop. "So? Let's hear it if you're that sure."
"I can do better than that. I'll show you." Jesse heaved himself out of the chair and strode to the door, poking his head out to talk to someone Dean couldn't see. "Hey, come on in and...uh, whoa!"
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"No way in hell."
Andi stared in horror at the full length-mirror before her. It had seemed like a good idea when Jesse mentioned being the new hostess for the national syndication of Revved Up. He said the network and the show's new producer wanted to bring a woman onto the show, and he wanted someone who knew their way around cars. Andi fit the bill for both, and she would love to have a hand in planning the custom jobs. This was her chance to step up her game.
That was before she'd seen the wardrobe for her new role in the garage. She'd worked at Kasen's Kustom for five years, and she loved what she did. Really loved it. It was fun and challenging to turn classic cars back into the cherry rides they'd once been while adding a few extra modernizations. She'd loved it even more when they'd turned the garage into a reality show. But she was a background player in all of it, and she wanted to show them what she could really do. Apparently, that meant she had to learn how to walk in high heels. Jesse had handed her off to the new producer, Lola Adams, who'd stuffed her into too-tight clothes, tugged her hair out of its usual ponytail, and pulled out the biggest make up kit Andi had ever seen. Now she just stared in the mirror at the streetwalker who used to be Andi Manning.
"No way in hell." She stumbled back, holding out her hands as if to ward off her own reflection.
Lola tilted her head, her pale hair spilling over her shoulder. Her southern accent made her voice roll out as thick and sweet as molasses. "I think it works. You look sexy and that's what we're going for. I think it'll bring in even more viewers now that we're taking the show to the next level."
Mouth gaping open, Andi couldn't find the words to respond to that. The coveralls she was wearing were opened to the waist, and cut into tight shorts. The tank top underneath stretched across her breasts and dipped low enough to show a whole lot of cleavage. There wasn't much left to the imagination. Her brown hair fell in smooth ripples to the middle of her back. All the makeup Lola had piled on Andi's face somehow made her hazel eyes stand out and appear more gold than their usual brownish-green.
The woman in the mirror was no one she knew.