Brewer: Exiled Guardians, #7

By Hope Ford

Maggie
From the first moment I saw him, I was attracted to him.
Even though he was ten years younger than me, I still fell for his growly, alpha ways.

Brewer
I'm a player. Always have been.
But when I meet Maggie, she turns me upside down.
I want to claim her, make her mine…
I just have to convince her she wants the same thing.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hope Ford
• Release date: Jan 8, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224334933

Hope Ford

USA Today Bestselling Author Hope Ford loves writing about curvy women finding love with hot alpha men. Her stories are short, sweet & steamy. To stay up to date on new releases, copy and paste this link to a new window and sign up: www.authorhopeford.com/subscribe For Freebies - copy and paste this link to a new window:https://authorhopeford.com/freebies/

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BREWER

Watching her get out of the car, I drop the wrench in my hand to the ground. I stand up, wiping my hands on my coveralls. Mikey starts walking toward her, but I put a hand out to stop him. No one is helping her. No one but me.

I look at her the whole time I walk out of the bay and don’t stop until I’m standing right next to her, with only a car door separating us.

She’s beautiful. Her red hair is short and shaped around her face. Her big blue eyes are staring back at me and I know exactly what she’s thinking. The same thing as me. The hell of it is, though, I don’t hold my thoughts back. If I want something I go for it.

Her forehead creases and the open, interested look on her face from only moments ago is now gone. I’m going to have to pull back a little on her, get her to open up. Hey! How can I help you?

She stutters, but then shakes her head a little and finally says, I have a tire that keeps going low. I don’t know if I have a nail in it or what’s wrong with it.

Sure, what’s your name? I mean to keep it light, but it’s almost like I’m demanding her name instead of asking it.

She cocks her head to the side and I smile. It’s an easy smile, laid back and meant to show her I mean no harm. But damn, on the inside, I’m fighting not to pick her up, throw her over my shoulder and take her home with me so I can fuck her three ways to Sunday.

Maggie. Maggie Lane.

I pull a small pad of paper out of my pocket and write her name down. What’s your phone number, Maggie?

When she doesn’t respond, I look up from the paper in my hand. She’s looking at me skeptically. Are you sticking around? Waiting for the car?

She shakes her head and gestures to the car parked at the end of the lot. No, I have a friend waiting for me.

I look where she gestures, but I can’t tell if it’s a man or a woman behind the wheel by the way it’s angled. I nod my head, pushing my jealous feelings to the side, Okay, well, if you give me your number I’ll call you when it’s ready.

She laughs then and shakes her head. Oh, yeah, of course. She gives me her digits and I write them down quickly then repeat them to her, already committing them to memory.

I put the pen and paper back in my pocket and take the keys she’s holding out to me. When our hands collide, I can’t stop my sharp intake of breath. I look into her eyes, and I know she feels it too. I wrap my big palm around hers which is still holding the keys. I’m about to pull her into me but stop suddenly. She feels it. I know she feels it. Her cheeks are red, the pulse at the side of her neck is practically