Bear Patches

By Becca Fanning

April Morgan had spent her whole life defying expectations. She wasn't happy unless her hands were covered in grease and her hair smelled of gasoline. Cars didn't whine at you. Cars didn't make you feel guilty. Cars didn't betray you. But here in this one horse town, the only car shop was run by a motorcycle club, and she sure as shit knew they wouldn't take her seriously. Barriers were just things to blow past, so it was time to defy expectations one more time. Everything was going smoothly, until she saw him.
Brett Ferguson didn't take anyone's shit. At over six feet tall, he usually didn't need to. If his full sleeve tattoos and MC Club patch didn't keep the foolish at bay, a guttural Bear Shifter growl got the point across. He just wanted to earn an honest living working on cars and enjoying his bachelor lifestyle. No hangups, no strings. Then this feisty whirlwind walked into his shop, and everything changed.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gizmo Media
• Release date: May 23, 2021

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Chapter 1

April Morgan was the best mechanic in the state. Hands down. She would bet her life on it. But no one took her seriously and it drove her crazy. Especially in her tiny town, where the motorcycle club owned the mechanic shop. It wasn’t that they weren’t good, she was just better.

And that was why she stood in front of Asphalt Mechanics, her hair cropped short, bandages wrapped around her chest to press her breasts down, and a ‘fuck it’ attitude clear on her face. She was about to go where no girl had ever gone before.

She walked into the office. Hi, I’m April. I’m supposed to be starting my job today.

You’re the new secretary? The man at the desk looked at her dubiously. She wasn’t dressed particularly nicely. She was dressed like she was going to take apart cars.

She resisted the urge to raise her eyebrow and gesture to her outfit and tool bag. Instead, she smiled and said, No, I’m the new mechanic.

The man’s eyes widened and he looked at his desk for what she assumed was her paperwork. You’re A.J.? he said, not looking up at her.

Yes, April Justine. I go by A.J.

It hadn’t been an accident that she had put her nickname down on the application, or that she had her brother pick it up and drop it off. She had been in the game long enough and she always took into consideration some of her father’s words of advice: Cars are a boys’ game, and sometimes you need to convince everyone you’re less of a girl. It doesn’t make being a girl bad, it is just the way it is right now. Hopefully it’ll change.

Her father loved cars. And when it became very clear that her older brother was more interested in April’s Barbie dolls than cars, April quickly became the child who came to the car shows and helped with her dad’s projects once she was old enough. At first it was just an annoying thing that her dad made her do, but it quickly became her obsession.

April loved cars and she loved being a girl who worked on cars. If it was up to her, she would have a full face of makeup on to repair engines. She had been a cheerleader in high school, and joined a sorority in college. And she was one of the only girls in her engineering classes. Barriers or not, she wasn’t about to let something as silly as looking good in a dress stop her from what she loved to do.

Oh, I thought the young man who dropped off the application…

He’s my brother. Now do you mind pointing me in the direction of Brett? He left a message for me, saying that I’d be reporting to him for a bit. April crossed her arms and tried to look as menacing as possible. The man looked at her one more time before picking up the phone on the desk and dialing a