Dirty Cute (The Malone Brothers Book 2): The Malone Brothers, #2

By Frankie Love

When Clementine walks into Mike's auto shop he has plans to change her oil.
She's not just innocent and intelligent—she's also dirty-cute.
And this single-dad mechanic is looking to do more than get under her hood—he wants a place in her heart—permanently.

Clementine's not sticking around. She's a student teacher, hoping for a full-time job. A job that can take her anywhere in the state.
When she realizes Mike's daughter is in her class she has to hit the breaks.
But Mike hasn't waited this long to fall in love only to watch it drive away.
Sometimes when you know, you know—and Mike will put the pedal to the metal to prove it!

This summer lovin' novella is more than a tune up— it'll make you fall in love all over again. This mechanic is dirty, cute, and knows how to use every tool in his shop! Get ready baby cakes, it's time to rev your engine!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Frankie Love
• Release date: Oct 4, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201329174

Frankie Love

Frankie Love writes filthy-sweet stories about bad boys and mountain men. As a thirty-something mom who is ridiculously in love with her own bearded hottie, she believes in love-at-first-sight and happily-ever-afters. She also believes in the power of a quickie. Get ready to fall in love … you deserve it! **Frankie also writes under the name Charlie Hart!

Book preview

Prologue

Clementine

The car radio tries to blast my worries away. I tap my thumbs on the steering wheel as I drive toward the office supply store. Maybe not thrilling for everyone, but I have an obsession with Sharpies, Post-it notes, and desk-sized calendars.

Not exactly bringing sexy back with my errand, but considering I'm a student teacher, I figure it bodes well for my career.

As loud as it is, the song on the radio isn't exactly drowning out my worries. It's reminding me of my ex. It's a love ballad, and it brings me back to where I was a week ago. The breakup with a man who was no good for me.

The song belts out, Love that is forever will last a lifetime.

Not that we were in love. Not even close. Heck, we had never even slept together. After a month, he was frustrated. By two, he was mad. By three? Well, he was cheating.

No more. Next time I get the chance, I'm just gonna go all in. I'm going to forget about the things my mama told me, such as that I should make a man wait if I want him to respect me.

Well, what about my needs? What if I respect myself enough for the both of us?

Besides, I'm tired of my type-A personality holding me back. I may love to organize my lingerie, but I am sick of the only thing I reach for in that drawer being my battery-operated boyfriend.

I only stayed as long as I did with that loser because I wanted it to work. I want more than a ring on my finger, I want forever. I didn't think that was too much to ask.

But I'm over that dream. The getting married, being a wife and mother one. I'm only twenty-two for goodness’ sake and am in the process of applying for teaching jobs all over the state. I was fighting for a happily ever after with a man who I didn't even love. Not even kinda. He may have looked the part of my hubby -- khakis and polos and a crewcut -- but deep down, I knew he would never satisfy me.

Because when I close my eyes and dream up Mr. Right he certainly isn't driving a golf cart on his way to a Rotary meeting.

No, my dream man is a little dangerous and a whole lotta dirty.

The exact opposite of me: A virgin who shops at Anne Taylor, wears statement necklaces, and teaches kindergarten.

The lingerie drawer? It's full of kinky pieces: crotchless panties and fishnet bodysuits.

Let's just say they've never been put to proper use.

No more. Next time I will jump into bed on the first date because, as they say, you only live once.

Also, because I am horny AF.

It's time to do the damn thing.

The song ends, and I turn down the music before the commercials start. That's when I notice the weird putt-putt-putt of the engine. And that about forty-three lights start blinking on my dashboard. Then the car begins to lurch.

Of course, it does. Because as if being cheated on wasn't bad enough, I now need to deal with repair costs I can't exactly afford on my non-existent college student salary.

My car grinds to a halt in the middle of a busy intersection and I feel as frustrated as ever.

Then I look up and see my car died directly in front of an auto repair shop.

Fate. Destiny. Kismet.

Whatever it is, I'll take it. The stars have aligned.

And when a hulking mechanic looks up from the hood of a truck parked outside his garage, my heart lurches as hard as my car. I thought my frustration was all about my ex, but after one look at this mechanic, I realize I was oh so wrong.

This is called sexually frustrated. My thighs clench together, a tingle travels up my spine, and my heart begins to race.

Taking a slow, steady breath, I open my car door. I lick my lips, lift my eyebrows, and give him my brightest smile.

When he smiles right back I know I won't be sexually frustrated for long.

Chapter 1

Mike

Women are rarely happy when their cars break down.

I saw her car across the street, smoke billowing out of the tail and from under the hood.

But as she stands in front of me now, she doesn't look the least bit annoyed. In fact, she's smiling. Her pouty pink lips turned up in a smile, give me a reason to wipe my greasy hands on a towel and give her a grin.

She's cute as a damn daisy, too. In this little pink skirt, with a pearl necklace around her neck. She has no business being in a mechanic's dirty shop. But it's a nice thing to see on an early June day when it's sweltering out. It's not usually this hot in Washington until late August, but I've been sweating balls here under this damn hood.

She has dark hair with her bangs swept to the side, and she lifts her eyebrow, looking me up and down, discreetly checking me out. I get it often enough to know the cues. Maybe that sounds cocky, but when I lift the hem of my tee-shirt up to wipe my brow, I know what I'm doing.

She wants to check me out? Well, then I'll make sure this pretty little thing knows what I can offer.

A tune up like she's never had before.

You like what you see? I