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Bored, Stroked and Blueprinted
contemporary gay romance
As a boy, Mick Ambrose fell in love with cars. Now he owns
and operates an auto restoration shop specializing in all
things American Muscle. When the black 1969 Camaro Z/28
he years ago dubbed Onyx pulls into his garage, Mick
forgets his first love in favor of her driver, Logan Gregg.
Mick’s interested and cruises Logan at a speed worthy of
the car he drives.

Logan Gregg’s plan to avoid entanglements in his life drives
away when he stops at American Muscle to ask a few
questions about restoring the Z/28 he inherited from his
uncle. The owner of the shop is smooth as a well-tuned
V-8 engine and twice as hot. Logan is quick to shift gears
and take a closer look at Mick Ambrose and the road ahead.
When Mick wants to get too close, too fast, Logan backs off.
His past holds painful memories he can’t escape and the
tattoos on his arms aren’t just for decoration.

Working on the Z/28 brings the men closer, but Mick makes
a mistake when he confesses his knowledge of the past
Logan wants to keep buried. Mick knows a man has to settle
his past to step into his future, but Logan’s unconvinced. To
slay his personal demon, he’ll first have to look it in the eye.  
The author's first restoration
EXCERPT

Logan stared at me for the longest ten seconds of my life. He slumped against the Camaro and banged his
head on the edge of the hood.

The man had a truly extensive knowledge of all words profane in the English language. I put my hands on
my hips.

“You want me to see if you’re bleeding?”

He glared at me so I shrugged and went back to removing the battery I’d loaned him. I sensed him
watching me but I didn’t say anything. I hoped he would speak and he finally did.

“I’m sorry, Mick.”

I set the battery on the cart and picked up the new one. “You said that already.”

“I meant it both times, okay?”

What did he expect me to say? What should I say? I tightened down the battery cables. “Start the car so
we can check this out.”

The Camaro started with a roar. The lights flashed, then the turn signals. I closed the hood and made a
swiping motion across my throat and the powerful engine stilled. He sat in the car, head down. I climbed
into the passenger seat and slid it back to get comfortable. Logan glanced at me.

“Wanna go get a beer?”

“Maybe later after we talk. What kind of money do you want to spend on this car?”

“The money isn’t the problem, Mick. It’s me and people.”

I should have pounced on that but I let it go in the hope it would drive him nuts if I didn’t. I’d allow him to
think himself in circles until he had to explain what he meant to keep his brain from overheating. Maybe it
was time to test the water with him. I put my hand on his knee. The corner of his mouth twitched.

“Is that hand how you’re gonna come on to me?”

My heart beat faster. He hadn’t brushed me away. “It’s less of a start than I’d like, Logan.”

He sighed. “I’m not a good risk, Mick. I might wake up tomorrow and decide Warren County is no longer my
home.”

Who hadn’t thought of chucking it all and walking away? I had, many times. No one was immune to the lure
of a fresh start free of the baggage of family, ex-lovers and mountains of mistakes. It was more difficult to
stay put and re-invent one’s self and some people didn’t have the strength for it. Some had been beaten
down too much by circumstances. I couldn’t say that to him for fear he’d realize I knew about him, and
judged him, which I didn’t.

“So sell me the car today. I’ll pay cash.”

Very slowly Logan turned his head and looked at me, one eyebrow raised. “Seriously? You really need to
learn how to cruise a guy because, friend, you suck at it.”

“Who says I’m cruising you?”

“That hand sneaking up my thigh.”

I stopped and patted his leg. “I notice you didn’t tell me to quit.”

His troubled blue gaze held mine. “Ever done something you know is a mistake before you did it?”

“Yep.”

Logan leaned toward me as his right hand slid behind me to grasp the back of my neck. Surprise snapped
through me followed by a jolt of electricity as his soft lips touched mine in the sweetest kiss I’d ever been
given. Logan didn’t press, or seek to arouse me. It was so much more than that. That careful kiss was a
greeting and a question wrapped up in a quiet unassuming intention to get closer to me. I fought against
the rush of blood into my groin and I pulled away and looked into his dark gaze. I didn’t want to turn into a
horny fool and scare him off.

“Wow, Logan.” I swallowed, desperate to ease my dry throat. “I mean, that was…a surprise. I liked it.”

“Me, too.” He licked his lips. “What’s the first thing we need to do to the car?”

“Um, a detailed evaluation. I, um, have a form I use.” I straightened and frowned at him. “What?”

“You’re sort of, um, stammering. It’s interesting.” Logan leaned toward me again and my brain lost some
higher functions. I leaned in and kissed him.

His response was swift. He cupped the back of my neck again and thrust his tongue past my lips. My cock
filled in a throbbing, wonderful rush as the pulse beat in my ears deafened me. I sucked in a quick breath
laden with the scent of his skin.
What a terrific read… without
question pulls you in and does
not let you go until the
eyebrow-raising end.
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