Brother's Best Friend Revs My Engine (Brother's Best Friend Knows How to Love a Curvy Girl #1)

I never should have agreed to help her.

Michael's little sister was supposed to be off-limits—a quick favor to save her grandfather's failing auto shop and then I'd walk away. But Rebecca Cassidy isn't the awkward kid I remember. She's all dangerous curves and fierce determination, with grease-stained fingers that know their way around an engine better than most men I know.

Every day working beside her is torture. The way she bites her lip when she's concentrating. How her coveralls can't hide the body that's been starring in my dreams. The fire in her chocolate eyes when she argues with me about carburetor specifications.

I'm supposed to be teaching her the business, but she's the one driving me to distraction. When she looks at me like she wants to be devoured, my control starts slipping. When she challenges me with that smart mouth, all I can think about is claiming it.

One month. That's all I promised Michael. But with every passing day, I know I'm never walking away from Rebecca Cassidy. She's become my obsession, and I'm done fighting it.

Some engines are meant to run hot.



He thinks I don't notice the way he watches me.

Salvador Vasquez—my brother's best friend and the hottest mechanic on the East Coast—is supposed to be saving my grandfather's shop. Instead, he's destroying my concentration with those hazel eyes that strip me bare and hands that make me wonder what they'd feel like on my skin instead of under the hood.

I've inherited a business on the brink of bankruptcy, a legacy I'm desperate to preserve. The last thing I need is to be distracted by six feet of pure temptation in work boots. But every time he gets close enough for me to smell his cologne mixed with motor oil, every time his fingers brush mine when we're passing tools, my body betrays me.

He's forbidden. Off-limits. My brother would kill us both.

But when Salvador looks at me like I'm something he wants to possess completely, I forget every reason this is a bad idea. When he touches me like I'm precious and wild at the same time, I stop caring about consequences.

I'm supposed to be learning the business from him. Instead, I'm learning what it means to burn.

And I'm ready to go up in flames.