Title: The Coffee Girl
Author: Shanna Hatfield
Editor: Eliza Dee from Clio Editing
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USA Today Bestselling Author Shanna Hatfield writes character-driven romances with relatable heroes and heroines. Her historical westerns have been described as âreminiscent of the era captured by Bonanza and The Virginianâ while her contemporary works have been called âlaugh-out-loud funny, and a little heart-pumping sexy without being explicit in any way.â
Convinced everyone deserves a happy ending, this hopeless romantic is out to make it happen one story at a time. When she isnât writing or indulging in chocolate (dark and decadent, please), Shanna hangs out with her husband, lovingly known as Captain Cavedweller.
Shanna is a member of Western Writers of America, Women Writing the West, Romance Writers of America, Sweet Romance Reads, Cowboy Kisses, and Pioneer Hearts.
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âI thought I heard you calling for me,â Miko said, climbing down a ladder on the far end of the building with an arm full of berry crates.
Rock rushed to help her. By the time he threaded his way through the packed contents of the building, she was already on the floor.
âThatâs quite a car,â he said, taking half the berry crates from her and motioning to the convertible.
âThanks. I bought it when I was still gainfully employed,â she said, walking over to the car. âI fell in love with the color the first time I saw it and started saving my money to buy one. When the weatherâs nice, itâs fun to drive with the top down.â
Rock gaped at her. âItâs your car?â
Miko grinned. âIs that a hint of disbelief I hear, Captain? Not only is it my car, but I know how to change the tires, check the oil, and siphon gas out of my dadâs car when my brother, Tommy, borrows it and brings it back empty.â
He laughed, setting down the crates and wiping his hands along his trousers before touching the car. âIt is a beaut. Whatâs this color?â
âLaguna maroon. Papa calls it the luna moon mobile, but I still think itâs one of the prettiest colors out there.â Miko opened the driverâs side door and motioned for Rock to climb in.
He sank into the leather seat and inhaled the aroma as if it was the most expensive perfume.
âLike it?â Miko asked, bending down to better see his reaction to the car.
âYou bet!â He settled his hands on the steering wheel, forcing his injured fingers to curl around the wheel.
âIf you like the outside of the car, youâll probably be more impressed by the eight cylinders under the hood.â Miko released the hood latch and Rock slid out to study the engine.
He whistled and smirked at Miko. âWhatâs a girl like you doing with a car like this?â
âAnything I want,â she said with a sassy grin. âAt least it used to be that way.â
Rock sobered and closed the hood, using the hem of his T-shirt to wipe away the smudges made by his fingerprints.
âI didnât realize you had cars here. I was trying to figure out how to catch a ride on the bus into Portland.â
âBy all means, drive one of the cars wherever you need to go.â She pointed to her grandparentsâ sedan. âPapa and Mother must have sold their car or it would be here, too. Granddad wouldnât care if you take his.â She cast a taunting look his way. âOr, if you think you can handle it, youâre welcome to drive mine.â
His raised an eyebrow at her dare as he lifted the berry baskets and followed her out the door. âIs that an invitation or a challenge?â
âMaybe both.â She turned and sauntered away, casting a flirty smile at him over her shoulder.