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Bored, Stroked and Blueprinted
contemporary gay romance
Mick Ambrose 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 cars he restores.

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’s 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. He’ll stand beside Logan
come what may, but Logan’s unconvinced. To slay his
personal demon, Logan will first have to look it in the eye.  
The author's first restoration

I turned and leaned on the car. “If we’re going to work side-by-side on the car, you’ve got to get over
being skittish around me.” I looked him up and down. Damn, he was hot in faded blue jeans and that ratty,
long-sleeved T-shirt with the little tear over his right collarbone.

“Logan, I don’t bite. Now, what’s wrong with your shoulder?”

“None of your fucking business. This isn’t going to work. Just put the battery in the car so I can pay you
and leave.”

“What the hell is wrong with asking you a question?” My voice rose, unintended, as a cold ball formed in
my gut. He’d bolt, and I’d never get to know him.

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?”

I was glad he’d issued the invitation, but I wanted to settle one point of business first. “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

Who hasn’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 reinvent oneself, 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?”


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. 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, pulled away, and looked into his dark gaze. I didn’t want to turn into a horny fool
and scare him off.
What a terrific read… without
question pulls you in and does
not let you go until the
eyebrow-raising end.
– a 5-star reader posted
review on Amazon
Mick was a great character,
sexy and loving, and
sometimes putting his foot in
it. Logan was well developed
as the typical strong silent
type of man struggling with
his past and trying to
overcome it. The romance  
was understated and
heartwarming. I enjoyed the
different ways Mick tries to
coax Logan to let him in, and
sex between the two was
steamy and satisfying. – The
Romance Studio

You can’t help but fall in love
with Mick and Logan. – MM
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