Maggie's New Toy

When brash redhead Maggie Mae McDonough walks into the showroom and selects Sam Preston to show her cars, he not only says no, he says “Hell, no!” She’d cut him off in traffic, spilling coffee all over him and his car. If that weren’t enough, the way she moved, spoke, acted, and looked made him hot under the hood. He didn’t need this distraction. Not when he was working two jobs just to make ends meet.

Maggie doesn’t need love. Some hot, sweaty sex would sure be nice, though. It had been way too long. But when she lays eyes on Sam, both her heart and her libido rumble like the throaty roar of a muscle car. She should steer clear...way clear. Love only hurts. So why does she decide he’s the only one who can help her?