Hey peeps! Today I have the pleasure of sharing an exclusive excerpt with you from Hard to Break by Bella Jewel.
Quinn has spent her whole life working in her dad’s garage, leaving her more comfortable with a carburetor than a curling iron. Her world is turned upside down when her beloved garage is bought by none other than world famous, sexy as sin, custom car builder, Tazen Watts. He’s the one man she can’t stand…even though he makes her hotter than a high performance engine in top gear.
Tazen has no use for Quinn, at least not professionally, and he’s making sure she knows it. But there’s a spark between them that she’s finding hard to ignore. She’s determined to prove her talent is as impressive as her sassy mouth. When she finds out Tazen is hiding a secret that could bring down his career and everyone involved in it, she wonders: is falling for him is going to be work the risk?
**Hard To Break is a full-length standalone romance with a HEA**
“You know what I’ve got here,” Tazen says as soon as I stop in front of him.
My eyes are on Chief, and I know. I know exactly what he’s got.
“Chief,” I breathe, stepping closer to the car. “Custom built race car. Three hundred and fifty-eight cubic inches, which can produce upwards of six hundred horsepower. Amazing cam profile, keeping the intake valves open longer for exceptional power.”
“She’s been watching my show.”
“I love your show,” I say, without thinking. I’m too taken by the car.
“Good to know.”
I step up to the sleek, beautiful machine and I want to reach out and touch it. So badly.
“You want a ride?”
I turn, blinking rapidly. “What?”
“A ride,” he says, nodding at Chief. “I have to take her for a lap. You want in?”
“Is that . . . legal?”
He grins, big. “My car, baby. You in?”
“I’m in,” I cry so loudly Jace laughs.
Tazen turns and says something to his team. I have a helmet tossed at me, and I have to get into some protective gear. When I’m good to go, I walk over to Chief. My heart is pounding and my legs are shaking. I’m going for a ride in Chief. I’m. Going. For. A. Ride. I want to squeal with happiness, but I keep it together. I climb into the tight passenger side, and duck under the roll bars.
“Buckle up,” Tazen says, getting in the driver’s side.
“Do you, ah, know how to drive this thing?”
He flashes me a white smile. “Angel, I built it.”
I nod, swallowing. My palms get sweaty and I want to scream with joy.
“Ready?” Tazen asks, revving the engine.
Oh hell yes.