A NASCAR Holiday
THERE WERE MEN. AND THEN there were men.
Savannah Calloway stared across the gigantic garage at the man who leaned under the hood of the blue and black Chevy race car. He wore faded brown cowboy boots and a snug pair of worn jeans. The denim cupped his tight tush and molded to his muscular legs. A frayed rip near the middle of one thigh played peekaboo with her as he leaned down, giving her a mouthwatering glimpse of tanned, hair-dusted skin. A white T-shirt outlined his broad shoulders. The sleeves clung to his sinewy biceps as he worked the wrench with his strong hands.
While she couldn't see his face because he leaned under the car's hood, she didn't have to. She knew the view would only get better because Mackenzie Briggs had killer blue eyes and a drop-dead gorgeous smile to go with his hunky body.
Yep, she knew that firsthand.
Which was why she made it a point to keep her distance from said hunky body and that drop-dead gorgeous smile and, in particular, those killer blue eyes.
Her stomach hollowed out and panic rushed through her. She became acu ... read full excerpt from: A NASCAR Holiday ebook
