608 ALPHA AVE. Release

 

We are so excited to announce the release of Adriana Locke's new novella, 608 Alpha Ave. This is a total standalone story about a grumpy, small-town mechanic and a pocket-full-of-sunshine heroine that gets under his skin.

Basically—read this now!

Even better is that the novella (did we mention that it's a standalone?) is available in Kindle Unlimited.

Things heat up (and take an unexpected turn) when a self-proclaimed romantic requests the help of a broody small-town mechanic.

Grayson Blake is a jackass.
There’s no other way to put it.
He comes into Fireside every day and orders a beer. It’s nearly impossible to get him to have a conversation while he drinks it. Smiles—or anything remotely close to it—are even more rare.
Despite his cantankerous personality, he’s so freaking gorgeous. His thick black hair, broad shoulders, and the tattoos that mark his calloused skin draw me in like a magnet. I don’t even care that he’s ten years older than me. I’m here for the age gap. And his broody, bad-boy persona is entirely more attractive than it should be.
I have a thing for the rough-around-the-edges mechanic. And I’ve heard through the grapevine that he has a thing for me too. But getting him to admit it will be as easy as catching lightning in a bottle.

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“I don't get it,” I mutter.  

My hand stills against the countertop, a white bar rag clutched firmly in my grasp. 

Natalia Barlow leans across the end of the bar, putting her ass and the top of her thong on full display for the table of bikers behind her. An unlit cigarette is perched between her cherry-red lips, threatening to topple to the floor as she catches me looking and smirks. 

I roll my eyes and turn my back to her.  

“I don’t get it,” I say again, louder this time. 

My gaze fixes on the man—the only man—occupying a barstool on this side of the restaurant. Grayson Blake. Black hair, scruffy beard, tall, and oh-so muscular with tattoos etched into his tanned skin. Word has it that he has flames inked on his right hip, and when he moves, they dance as if they’re alive. 

I’ve mentally filed that away because it’s something I’ll (sadly) never know for myself. Guys like Grayson Blake? They go for women like Natalia. Vixens. Women who give as good as they get. Women who understand them or, at the very least, the games they play. 

I’m not one of those women. It will be both my personal and professional downfall. 

Grayson lifts his beer bottle, and as if it pains him to do it, he slides his gaze to mine. 

I swallow. Hard. 

It doesn’t matter that I’ve worked at Fireside Bar and Grill for two years or that I’ve spent countless hours behind this very bar while Grayson sits on the other side, I can’t think straight when he looks at me. I also can’t look away. It’s quite the predicament.  

“It just perplexes me,” I say, sinking my gaze into the steely depths of Grayson’s eyes. My voice isn’t quite as confident as it was a few seconds ago. It’ll come back around, though. It just takes a moment to get my bearings. 

Grayson’s features are void of humor. Or emotion. Or curiosity. He watches me as if I’m a toddler and he’s in charge of making sure I don’t choke on a peanut or small coin.  

I bite my lip. “I just … Natalia …” I shrug, my voice fading into the rock music playing overhead. 

Grayson’s thick, engine grease-stained fingers grip the bottle. “Am I supposed to ask?” 

The grit of his tone washes against my skin, leaving a flurry of goose bumps in its wake. It’s this way every time he talks to me. And whenever he talks to Corbin, the bartender who’s training me in the art of bartending so I don’t have to just waitress anymore. Come to think of it, I also have the same physical reaction to him when I’m in the Cherry Street Market Grocery Store buying bagels and I hear him talking from an aisle over. 

Who am I kidding? I react this way every time I’m in Grayson’s proximity. Hell, I shivered in my flip-flops when I caught wind of his cologne outside of Pearl’s Pawnshop and Liquor Store last week. 

“Are you supposed to ask what?” I ask him. 

“About whatever you keep jawing about other there—about Natalia, I reckon.” 

“Well, since you asked—”

“I didn’t.” He smiles a lopsided, amused smile that makes me wonder if he’s smiling with me or at me. “I asked if I was supposed to ask. I didn’t ask.” 

I narrow my gaze. “You know what, Grayson Blake? You’re an asshole.” 

He brings the beer bottle to his lips, hiding a satisfied grin, and pulls his gaze back to the hockey game on the television in the corner.

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Review:

This is the book you have been waiting for I haven't read this series yet so this is the first one. They are all standalone so don't stress you need to read them in order. These are a bunch of fun-loving guys and gals that will knock your socks off. Grayson is a stubborn, sexy, take-no-crap mechanic that will be leaving you wanting more of him. Haly is the local bartender who has a crush on Grayson but also is trying to understand him more. She's writing a book and just wants some help figuring things out. When an opportunity arises to get Grayson to open up to her she takes it. However, Grayson has other ideas and they are not the romantic kind like Haley wants. These two will banter, fight, and fall in love, but sometimes love is not enough. Grayson needs to figure out what he wants before Haley moves on to someone better in the pasture. Read this sexy and fun story of two unlikely people just needing some love. 

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