Heavy Lifting

By Marianne Lowe

When Vanessa adjusts her workout schedule to avoid her ex, she becomes intrigued by a sexy, unfriendly stranger.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Marianne Lowe
• Release date: Jan 6, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463098707

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Marianne Lowe

Heavy Lifting

A passionate erotic romance

Copyright © 2020 by Marianne Lowe

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Contents

Escape

Fascination

Contact

Desire

Interest

Persistence

Distraction

Explosion

Epilogue

About the Author

Also by Marianne Lowe

Escape

Chapter Separator

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She hated exercising after work. All she wanted after a long day of number crunching and ass kissing was to slip into a hot bubble bath with a glass of pinot noir and her ‘relax and unwind’ playlist. Instead, she was dragging her tired (but cute) ass into the gym far later than she ever had before, all in some girly attempt to avoid running into the asshat who had given up the best thing to ever happen to him: her.

After reassuring herself of the absence of a certain person’s motorbike, Vanessa grabbed her gym bag and forced herself to walk towards the entrance.

As she stepped up on the sidewalk, an obnoxiously huge pickup truck squealed into the handicapped spot in front of the door, parking crooked so it took up the spot next to it too. The door opened, and the decidedly not handicapped driver jumped out.

Vanessa couldn’t help but smirk to herself as she eyed the hoodie-clad figure. She could have predicted his hight, or lack thereof, by the size of his truck alone.

His lack of hight aside, she couldn’t help but admire the broad expanse of his shoulders in contrast to the narrowness of his hips as he sauntered up to the door like he owned the place. She had been so sure of his obliviousness to her presence that she was taken aback when he paused with the door held open, waiting with obvious impatience for her to enter.

A begrudging pang of attraction zinged through her body as she saw his face, framed by his black hood, for the first time. It was a face straight our of her naughtiest dreams. Square jaw. Straight, aristocratic nose. Angular and masculine, but not quite pretty enough to be called conventionally handsome. She had never cared much for pretty boys.

She greatly preferred bad men.

What was it about rejection that did it for her like no other goddam thing on earth? Flowers and candlelit dinners and all the coveted romantic overtures that women were supposed to go bonkers for had nothing on the way this stranger scowlingly avoided even glancing her way as she walked past him. He radiated indifference, and it had her creaming her panties like a randy teenager.

Never one to back down from a perceived challenge, she offered him her most disarming smile, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she thanked