Hurricane Alley

Published by: eXtasy Books

ISBN :978-1-4874-0464-2

Page :19

Word Count :4063

Publication Date :2016-08-19

Series : #

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Available Formats : Hurricane Alley (epub) , Hurricane Alley (pdf) , Hurricane Alley (prc) , Hurricane Alley (mobi)

Category : Contemporary Romance

Product Code: 978-1-4874-0464-2

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Sometimes only a hurricane can calm the storm in your heart.

When Elena’s car breaks down in a Carolina town, the big city saleswoman falls into the arms of a handsome singing auto mechanic named Jake who is more than he appears to be. Can two lost souls from two very different worlds find love and happiness together or will a storm blow them apart?

“I thought you said you could fix it—that you had the parts on hand.”

Elena wiped her damp palms against the back of her knee-length navy blue suit skirt and sighed. She wished she had never taken this job in the Carolinas. If she had stayed put in New York where she belonged something like this would never have happened.

“I can fix it, and I do have the parts on hand.” The lanky mechanic extricated himself from under her Kia sedan and sat up. He wiped his grease-stained face with the back of his equally greasy hand. “But it’s going to take some time, and there’s a storm fast approachin’ in case you haven’t noticed. I don’t want to be caught in a building with a high ceiling and glass garage doors when it blows into Hurricane Alley proper.”

Hurricane Alley? Elena wondered. Good name. But there was hardly a town here. Maybe the rest of it had already been blown off the map?

She scanned the scene outside the garage bay. Barely a handful of buildings stood in the immediate area. She really had been lucky to spot this gas station/garage just as the engine started sputtering and shooting bursts of steam from under the hood. Even a non-mechanical type like herself could deduce something was seriously wrong with the car at that point.

“Yes, I can see the sky is growing darker, and the wind is picking up, but I’ve got a sales presentation to make in less than two hours up the coast, so if you don’t mind I’d really appreciate—”

“Shh!” He jumped to his feet and cocked an ear toward the backdoor of the garage. “Brutus is barkin’ his head clear off. Something isn’t right.”

The wail of a storm siren confirmed that fact a moment later.

“We’re out of here, lady. Now.” He grabbed her hand, grease and all, and dragged her toward the backdoor.

Elena struggled to free herself from her would-be rescuer’s grimy grip. “No, I can’t just leave my car. My papers are in there. My boss will kill me if I lose any them.”

“All right. Fetch your damn papers and then let’s scoot. That siren don’t go off for nuthin’, y’ know?”

Elena reached into the car and grabbed her briefcase and purse. Before she could grab her suit coat she found herself being yanked out the door and straight into a wall of rain.

No gentle April shower, the pelting rain felt like a thousand bee stings on her skin. She gasped for air. Her new friend continued to pulled her along the now turned-to-quicksand mud path toward what appeared to be a small house behind the garage.

A barking mongrel of a hound dog on the small front porch greeted them. His growl indicated he didn’t like the looks of high-heeled Elena one bit. The feeling was mutual.

“Git out the way, Brutus,” the mechanic yelled.

He yanked the screen door open and leaned into the solid wooden one behind it, sling shotting Elena and her parcels into the home’s dark interior. The door slammed shut behind both dog and humans as gale force winds rattled the windows. Bent over with her hands on her knees, Elena took a series of deep breaths to slow her racing heart.

“Whew! I’d better call my clients and let them know I’ll be late.” She reached for her purse to retrieve her cell phone when she noticed her host looking oddly at her. She tilted her head and stared back at him. “Is something wrong?”