Make Me Yours

He was all of my firsts.

Then he went away…

Drew Harris was just a kid, a senior in high school, my best friend’s little sister.

They said she was too young to know her feelings.

I was too old to have them, so I left to join the military.

Four years passed.

Loss, injury, angry words I can never take back.

I’m home, but I’m not the same.

Neither is she.

Now she’s a woman with flashing blue eyes, long blonde hair, and gorgeous curves.

She’s the same sweet smile, the same sassy mouth…

I could never say No to her before.

I should say No for her sake.

She deserves better than what I’ve become, scarred and damaged.

“They told me to stay away from you.

I went away to try… God, I tried.

Now everything has changed. I’m back, and

I’ll do whatever it takes to make you mine…”

(A full-length, STAND-ALONE CONTEMPORARY romance about first love, redemption, and finding your way home. No cheating; No cliffhangers.)

Prologue

Gray

I’ve heard people can change overnight.

I never believed it until that summer.

Gasoline, oil, dirty rags, grease, transmission fluid… the indelible scent of the garage. I don’t even notice it anymore. I don’t see the black under my fingernails that never completely washes clean. It’s my life, and I’d never questioned it until that day.

“Hand me that socket wrench then get in the cab and spin it.” A cigarette dangles from my uncle’s lips, and the top of his overalls are tied around his waist.

I toss him the tool and climb into the cab of the ancient Chevy we’re repairing. “Ready?”

My hand is on the key in the ignition. He holds up a finger, bending farther under the hood before stepping away and circling it in the air. I give it a crank, and it turns over instantly, settling into a low humming noise.

“There you go.” Mack returns the cigarette to his lips and watches a few moments as the truck continues to idle. “Kill it.”

I turn the engine off and climb out. “I’ll write it up. Starter, alternator…”

“Just charge for the alternator. I got that starter off an old Mustang. They don’t have to pay me for it.”