Get a Grip (Bluewater Bay #19) by L.A. Witt

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If a tree falls in Bluewater Bay . . . could it be fate?

A year after his divorce, Shane Andrews isn’t interested in dating—not that he has time, between three kids and a demanding job as a grip. When a windstorm knocks a tree onto one of the Wolf’s Landing soundstages, Shane’s there to help with the mess . . . and so is firefighter Aaron Tucker.

A former smoke jumper, Aaron’s an adrenaline junkie and way too restless and reckless to be relationship material. As far as he’s concerned, monogamy is for penguins, and he’d rather be alone than tied down. Signing up to be a stepparent? No, thank you.

But after a scorching-hot night together, they’re hooked. Aaron is a taste of the excitement Shane’s been lacking, and Shane’s pushing buttons Aaron didn’t know he had. The more they’re together, the less Aaron craves wild nights with other men . . . but the more Shane wants to play the field like he never got to in his twenties.

This could be the love neither man knew he needed, but only if Shane gets his feet back on the ground before Aaron walks away.

 

 

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Get a Grip – Exclusive Excerpt

(Aaron broke up an argument between Reese – a mechanic who works at his garage – and a disgruntled customer. She is returning to talk.)

My office door opened.

The pendulum swung back the other way.

“Hey,” I said as Reese stepped in.

“Hey.” She dropped a completed work order on my desk. “Mrs. Robertson finally picked up that Toyota.”

“About time.”

“We’ll have to plant some new grass where it was parked.” She shifted her weight. “Nothing but a big old bare spot now.”

“Eh.” I shrugged. “Gravel works. Glad the car’s gone, though.”

“Yeah. Same.”

Our eyes met. But she quickly dropped her gaze and rocked from her heels to the balls of her feet. “Um . . . thanks. For earlier. I’m sorry I kind of . . .”

“Don’t worry about it,” I said quietly. “I know you had it handled, but what kind of boss would I be if I just let him tear into you like that?” I didn’t mention the fact that he was twice her size. She already hated being a relatively petite woman in a male-dominated field. Few things irked her more than needing a man—especially one like me who wasn’t even that tall—to intervene.

“Well.” She swallowed and managed a subtle laugh. “I guess it’s good you stepped in when you did. If you hadn’t, he’d have had a tire iron so far up his ass he’d need his dentist to remove it.”

I chuckled. “Yeah, that’s also what I was afraid of. My liability insurance only goes so far.”

Reese laughed with a tiny bit more feeling. “I know. And I just . . .” She blew out a breath. “Fucking hate needing a guy to come to my rescue, you know?”

“You could’ve handled him. But it’s my responsibility to step in when a customer starts treating my people—regardless of gender—like shit. It’s not because I don’t think you can hold your own. You know that, right?”

“Yeah.” She stared at the floor. “Just annoys me.”

“Me too. Believe me.”

Reese released a breath. “Anyway, I do appreciate you stepping in.”

“Anytime. Especially since blood really is a pain in the ass to get out of concrete.”

She laughed. “Fair enough, fair enough.” She paused, eyeing me, and a smirk slowly grew on her lips. “So what’s his name?”

“Huh?”

Reese rolled her eyes. “Oh for God’s sake, Aaron. Don’t act like you’re not the most transparent man on the face of the earth.”

I blinked.

“Even before that asshole showed up, you’ve been in another world. You were daydreaming all day yesterday, and you’ve been smiling like an idiot today.” She winked. “And either it’s my imagination, or you’ve been moving kind of carefully too.”

“Hey now.” I tried to shoot her a disapproving look, but we both laughed. My relationship with Reese was completely different from all the other employees. She’d been working here since she was twelve, working for me since she was thirty-five, and knew the business better than I did. She really did know cars better than me too, and that was saying something. Her dad would’ve given her the business, but she just wanted to fix cars, not do paperwork.

As long as we’d known each other, we’d behaved more like a couple of high school friends who communicated through relentless and merciless snark but absolutely had each other’s back no matter what.

“Okay. Fine.” I leaned back in my chair, hands laced behind my head. “His name’s Shane. I met him the day after that storm. Down where they shoot Wolf’s Landing.”

“Ooh.” Her eyebrows climbed her forehead. “Actor?”

I laughed. “No, I think we can all agree they’re out of my league. This guy’s a grip.”

“A what?”

“Technical stuff, I guess.”

“Figures you’d hit it off with a techie guy.” She inclined her head. “And I take it you have hit it off with him?”

“You could say that. He wants to meet up tonight, actually.” I glanced at my phone, which was silent and dark. “For dinner.”

“Oh, sounds like an actual date.” Her lips quirked. “Getting serious, huh?”

I shot her a glare.

“I’m kidding.” She nudged my shoulder playfully. “But good luck. He must be something else if you haven’t already weaseled out of a second date.”

She had a point. With most other guys, if they proposed dinner or drinks instead of another hookup at this stage, I wouldn’t even consider it.

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m just—”

“Aaron, for God’s sake. Go have a date with the guy.” She rolled her eyes like the answer was so damn obvious. “Have a good time and see where it goes. It isn’t like he’s asking you to meet his parents or visit a realtor.”

I nearly choked.

Reese laughed. “He isn’t doing that, hon.” She paused. “Gotta save something for the third date, right?”

I finally laughed too, and shook my head. “Shut up.”

“Well, he’s obviously got your attention, so ignore your commitment-phobia for a night and—”

“Hey. I’m not afraid of commitment. I just haven’t had much luck with it.”

She didn’t say a word, but her eyes called bullshit.

“I like my life the way it is,” I said. “I’m not looking for someone to show up and turn it on its ass.”

“See, that’s the funny thing about people and about life.” Her lips quirked. “It doesn’t matter if you’re looking for someone to show up and turn everything on its ass—they’re going to anyway, and you’re gonna like it.”

“That sounds like a challenge.”

Reese laughed. “Oh it is, because you sound like someone who’s just asking for Mr. Right to come strolling in while he’s looking for Mr. Tonight. In fact . . .” She pulled out her wallet and fished out a twenty. “Mr. Jackson and I think you’re going to fall ass over teakettle for this guy.”

“Isn’t it supposed to be ‘head over heels’?”

“For most people, yes.” She pinned the twenty to the corkboard above my desk. “But I don’t expect you to be quite so graceful about it, so . . . ass over teakettle.”

I eyed the twenty, then her. “Don’t you have some work to do?”

“Nothing that can’t wait until I’ve finished giving you hell.”

“Get to work.” I pushed myself up, trying not to visibly wince at the twinges and aches Shane had left behind. “I need to get a few things done myself, so . . . out.”

She didn’t budge. “So does this mean when I tell you to get a grip, you’ll—”

Out.”

She giggled, and I laughed as I playfully pushed her out of my office. Well, at least she and I had cleared the air. Maybe now I could breathe for the rest of the day.

Yeah, right. Not when I’m seeing Shane tonight.

Oh God . . .

 

About Bluewater Bay

Welcome to Bluewater Bay! This quiet little logging town on Washington state’s Olympic Peninsula has been stagnating for decades, on the verge of ghost town status. Until a television crew moves in to film Wolf’s Landing, a soon-to-be cult hit based on the wildly successful shifter novels penned by local author Hunter Easton.

Wolf’s Landing’s success spawns everything from merchandise to movie talks, and Bluewater Bay explodes into a mecca for fans and tourists alike. The locals still aren’t quite sure what to make of all this—the town is rejuvenated, but at what cost? And the Hollywood-based production crew is out of their element in this small, mossy seaside locale. Needless to say, sparks fly.

This collaborative story world is brought to you by eleven award-winning, best-selling LGBTQ romance authors: L.A. Witt, L.B. Gregg, Z.A. MaxfieldHeidi Belleau, Rachel Haimowitz, Anne Tenino, Amy Lane, SE Jakes, G.B. Gordon, Jaime Samms and Ally Blue. Each contemporary novel stands alone, but all are built around the town and the people of Bluewater Bay and the Wolf’s Landing media empire.

Check out Bluewater Bay! http://www.riptidepublishing.com/titles/universe/bluewater-bay

 

About LA Witt

L.A. Witt is an abnormal M/M romance writer who has finally been released from the purgatorial corn maze of Omaha, Nebraska, and now spends her time on the southwestern coast of Spain. In between wondering how she didn’t lose her mind in Omaha, she explores the country with her husband, several clairvoyant hamsters, and an ever-growing herd of rabid plot bunnies. She also has substantially more time on her hands these days, as she has recruited a small army of mercenaries to search South America for her nemesis, romance author Lauren Gallagher, but don’t tell Lauren. And definitely don’t tell Lori A. Witt or Ann Gallagher. Neither of those twits can keep their mouths shut…

L.A.’s backlist is available on her website, and updates (as well as random thoughts and the odd snarky comment) can be found on her blog or on Twitter (@GallagherWitt).

 

Giveaway

To celebrate the release of Get a Grip, one lucky winner will receive their choice of two ebooks off L.A.’s backlist and a $10 Riptide credit! Leave a comment with your contact info to enter the contest. Entries close at midnight, Eastern time, on July 29, 2017. Contest is NOT restricted to U.S. entries.

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5 Thoughts to “Get a Grip (Bluewater Bay #19) by L.A. Witt”

  1. H.B.

    Thank you for the exclusive excerpt!
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  2. Purple Reader

    Congrats, L.A., and thanks for the excerpt. The book sounds like a nice addition to this wonderful collaborative series, what with the complementary couple, the locale, and dynamics. –
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  3. Trix

    I like the excerpt!

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  4. Lisa

    Thanks for the excerpt!
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