Marie Harte stopped by to share with us! So, without further
ado, here are five mouth watering scenes from her latest book: TEST DRIVE!
The guys dealing with their boss and
her no-swear policy. Sheâ€™s trying to cut back before her wedding, but getting a
garage full of troublemakers to keep it clean is a real job.
He cursed under his breath again when he scraped his knuckles on the pump. But
the sound of someone shaking a familiar glass jar of coins made him tense. He
heard it again, even over the blast of AC/DC.
â€śSeriously, guys?â€ť Del held the newly purposed amber glass growler out to them.
Such a sad waste of a perfectly good beer container. Once the half-gallon jar
had been home to ambrosia, a killer IPA flavored with hops and a hint of citrus.
Now, it was nothing but a no-swearing jar filled with goddamn quarters.
Sam and Foley bitched about the new no-swear policy even as he heard them drop
change into what Johnny had taken to calling the â€śRattle of Oppressionâ€”ROP.â€ť A
few clinks of change against glass and everyone seemed to sink into themselves,
anxious that their fearsome boss would come storming back in, demanding a
quarter for a â€śhell,â€ť â€śshit,â€ť or â€śdamn.â€ť
Johnny knew better. Dubbed the smart one of the crew, he kept his nose out of
trouble and everyone else on the straight and narrow. Mostly.
He heard Del step in his direction, grazed his already sore knuckle against the
frame as he removed the assembly, and let it rip. â€śFudge.â€ť
â€śSee?â€ť Del yelled to be heard above a man on the radio screeching about shaking
all night long. â€śAt least someone can keep his frigginâ€™ mouth clean.â€ť She patted
him on the shoulder, and he did his best not to flinch. Woman had hands like
rocks. â€śThanks, Johnny.â€ť
He kept his head down and continued to tinker, listening as her footsteps
gradually faded . Then an office door closed, and he found it safe to look
â€śYou are such a kissass.â€ť Sam frowned. Then again, Sam did nothing but
Banter between the guys. I love them.
So of course, Johnny had to prod him. â€śHey, McSteroid, you and your boyfriend
got plans for tonight?â€ť
Foley sighed. Lou grinned.
Samâ€™s frown darkened. â€śWhy? You got a death wish, stick boy?â€ť
Johnny flexed a greasy arm. â€śSeriously? Stick boy? Man, Iâ€™m ripped. And itâ€™s all
natural.â€ť He raised a brow at Sam and pushed his bicep up from the back, trying
to appear bigger.
Even Sam couldnâ€™t withstand the Devlin charm. A rare smiled appeared on his
face. â€śWhatever. No, I donâ€™t have plans. And Foleyâ€”not my boyfriend,
dickheadâ€”has his own life.â€ť
â€śSo.â€ť Lou looked Foley up and down. â€śNo plans for you then?â€ť
Suzie Oozy. Because I want a doll
just like her.
They exited the theater amidst chatter about the excessive gore in the movie.
â€śWasnâ€™t that great?â€ť she gushed.
â€śA little over the top when the doll started bleeding from every orifice, donâ€™t
â€śI thought that made her seem more real.â€ť
He snorted. â€śYeah. Dolls that bleed black and screech about demonic possession
are so lifelike.â€ť
He dragged her with him out of the way of a throng of theatergoers exiting from
another movie. The multiplex had been packed, and she felt the crush as they
moved toward the buildingâ€™s exit.
â€śThanks,â€ť she said, breathless, as the wall of the corridor braced her back.
Then his mouth was on hers, a whisper of a kiss full of heat and desire. It was
gone before she could blink, and she could only stare up at him, wanting
â€śIâ€™ve been dying to do that all evening. And, well, a guy can only take so much
â€śTemptation?â€ť she echoed weakly.
â€śYeah.â€ť He sighed. â€śYou loved a demonic doll. I mean, you hate baseball, but you
loved Suzy Oozyâ€”she of the hellish diapers and acidic eats-through-anything
She nodded, still dazed. â€śI know, right? Great stuff.â€ť
He chuckled and moved closer, away from the crowd pushing through the
â€śProblem is I really liked Suzy. Now Iâ€™m going to have to hide my nieceâ€™s
baby-cries-a lot doll the next time I see it. Talk about super creepy.â€ť She
rubbed her lips, staring at his, still reeling from that kiss.
â€śYou say creepy, then you touch your mouth where I kissed you. Iâ€™m sensing a
â€śBig word for a self-proclaimed knuckle-draggerâ€”wasnâ€™t that what you called your
friends at Rayâ€™s the other night?â€ť
â€śWell, them, sure. But Iâ€™m more advanced than that. I can even spell
correlation.â€ť He paused. â€śWith a dictionary.â€ť
Johnny Devlin. I mean, look at him!!
Johnnyâ€™s and Laraâ€™s complementary
â€śI like her costume,â€ť Sam said.
â€śYeah, well, donâ€™t like it too much,â€ť Johnny warned. Lara had dressed up as the
girl from The Exorcist. Heâ€™d accompanied her as the priest.
And because I canâ€™t resist, Iâ€™m loving the lead-in to Foleyâ€™s storyâ€¦
Foley glanced up. The body accompanying the husky voice seething with rage
belonged to a virtual Amazon. Tall, long-legged, curvy, and with a face men
would die for. She had wine-red hair curling over amazing breastsâ€”mounds that
were high, firm, and, just the way he liked themâ€”big.
He glanced at his hands. He glanced at her breasts, then back at his hands
again, itching to cup her.
â€śYou. Foley Sanders, right?â€ť She took a step in his direction, and he had to
check his mouth for drool.
â€śThatâ€™s me.â€ť She knows my name. Thank you, God, for whatever I did to deserve
this. â€śWhat can I do to youâ€”for you?â€ť he amended, but not quickly enough.
Sam appeared next to him, and out of the corner of his eye, Foley saw Samâ€™s
interest as his buddy didnâ€™t even try to disguise eye-fucking the woman.
â€śDibs,â€ť Foley called under his breath.
â€śWell, shit.â€ť Sam turned and went back to looking for his air ratchet.
A storm brewed in the deep brown of the Amazonâ€™s eyes. â€śHey, Sanders, my eyes
are up here.â€ť She pointed to her face with long, fire-engine-red nails, her body
clad in a close-fitting black dress that clung to her voluptuous frame.
Caffeine addict, boy referee, and romance aficionado, USA Today
bestselling author Marie Harte has over 100 books published with more
constantly on the way. Writing romance, and in particular erotic romance, across
the genres, she's created stories set on other worlds, among paranormal
creatures, and between normal men and women seeking true love.
Marie is a confessed bibliophile and devotee of action movies. Whether hiking in
Central Oregon, biking around town, or hanging at the local tea shop, sheâ€™s
constantly plotting to give everyone a happily ever after. Visit her website and
fall in love.
GET TO KNOW THE BODY SHOP BAD BOYS Johnny, Foley, Sam,
and Lou are the rough and tumble mechanics of Webster's Garage. These reformed
bad boys are used to living fast, but it's the women in their lives who take
them from zero to sixty in a heartbeat.
JOHNNY Johnny Devlin's a charmer with a checkered past.
He's has had his eye on scorching-hot bartender Lara Valley for ages, but she's
rejected him more than once. That doesn't mean he won't come to her aid when
some dirtbag mauls her. When she asks him on a date as a no-strings-attached
thank you, he can't say no. And then he's saying nothing but hell, yes.