Hi guys, Yolande Klienn pops in today to show off her upcoming release Running Hot, Yolande also lets us have a peek at an excerpt so check out the post and enjoy! <3 ~Pixie~

Running Hot

Yolande Klienn

Kurt Trench loves running a successful auto repair shop with his twin sister Lena. Lately loyal customer Shane Dolan has been coming around more often, and Kurt assumes it’s because of his sister. While Kurt wouldn’t dream of coming between them, he can’t help being drawn to Shane himself… Or thinking about him in ways he definitely shouldn’t.

One night everything changes. Kurt doesn’t reciprocate Shane’s kiss—he’s got no intention of stealing his sister’s man—but when he tells Lena what happened, she can’t believe how thick her brother is. She’s not the reason Shane’s been coming around the garage, and Kurt and Shane have more in common than a love of classic muscle cars. Now it’s on Kurt to make the next move, assuming he hasn’t blown his chance for good.

Excerpt

“Hey. Got a minute?”

Kurt raised his eyes from a stack of invoices and found Shane hovering at the office door. Shane stood in the frame with a casual slouch, hands stuffed deep in his front pockets, one shoulder leaning against the jamb. His casual attire didn’t quite square with the shiny black shoes on his feet, but he looked completely at ease just the same. It was the first Kurt had seen of him in almost two weeks.

The last thing he needed was Shane Dolan on his doorstep looking damn near edible.

Still, after nearly two hours of spreadsheets, Kurt was glad for any distraction. He straightened then pushed back from the desk, gesturing toward one of the vacant chairs.

“Sure, come on in.”

Shane’s posture stayed easy across the threshold, but a hint of self-consciousness flashed in his face as he sat. “I need a favor. It’s cool if you’d rather not, but I figured… I dunno, no harm asking, right?”

The uncertainty in Shane’s voice made Kurt want to agree before he even knew what the favor was. This was the closest he’d ever seen Shane Dolan to shy, and the effect was unexpectedly charming. Shane’s hopeful smile showed off perfect teeth, and there were faint crinkles at the corners of his eyes. Kurt couldn’t help appreciating the view.

He did his best not to let any hint of his reaction show on his face. “What can I do for you?”

Shane’s tentative smile spread wider. “I made an investment last week. Might’ve been a shitty investment if I can’t fix her, but it was too good a deal to pass up. One-time offer, you know?”

“You bought a junker.” The corner of Kurt’s mouth twitched upward at Shane’s sheepish grimace.

“Not just any junker.” Shane was quick to defend himself. “A 1970 Plymouth Barracuda.”

Kurt blinked, startled and impressed. He didn’t parrot Shane’s words to check his own hearing, but it was a close thing. Kurt had never touched a 1970 Barracuda, let alone fantasized about owning one. His own ’65 Impala was his pride and joy, and though he wouldn’t trade her for anything, he’d need an extra moment to decline if the counteroffer were a 1970 ‘Cuda.

“Damn,” he said, once Shane’s announcement finished sinking in. “You know how pricey parts’ll run for that thing?”

“Yes. Hence my dilemma. There’s no getting my money back—I knew that when I bought the car—but I can’t sink funds into repairs until I know there’s at least a chance she’ll run again. I was hoping you could come out to my place and take a look?”

“Trench Auto doesn’t make house calls.” Before disappointment could cloud Shane’s face, Kurt added, “But for a Barracuda, I’m sure Lena would take a look on her day off.” It almost hurt to say Lena’s name instead of volunteering himself, but Shane was Lena’s business. She should be the one making a house call to check out Shane’s new investment, no matter how badly Kurt wanted the gig for himself.

But instead of the grinning thank-you Kurt expected, Shane’s face took on an inscrutable look. “Lena said to ask you.” Before Kurt could do more than raise his eyebrows in surprise, Shane added, “I know it’s a lot to ask, especially on your day off. I could come pick you up at the garage, maybe buy you lunch on the way?”

Common sense told Kurt to refuse. He had enough trouble without subjecting himself to Shane’s company during his off hours. Worse, he couldn’t fathom why Lena had told Shane to talk to him instead of volunteering outright. If it was some indecipherable play for Kurt’s blessing on the relationship, he wasn’t sure what he would do.

“How’s Saturday?” he heard himself answer despite his misgivings. Whatever Lena’s intent, Kurt couldn’t bring himself to refuse Shane’s request. He didn’t look too closely at why, and he knew already he wouldn’t be questioning Lena. “Eleven o’clock?”

Now the expected grin broke across Shane’s face, and he rose from the chair with careless grace. “Saturday’s perfect.” Kurt gaped as Shane turned for the door. Shane paused in the frame, glancing back to add a quiet, “Thanks, Kurt.”

“Yeah,” Kurt managed despite a suddenly tight throat. “Sure.”

Shane gave him a quick wave, then disappeared back into the garage, gone as quickly as he’d come.

About Yolande

Yolande Kleinn may be a shameless dreamer and a  stubborn optimist, but she is also a proud purveyor of erotic romance. Excitable, fastidious and a little eclectic, she spends every spare moment writing the stories she wants to read. If she can drag other people into the pool along with her, then so much the better.

A Minnesotan by both heart and geography, Yolande has plenty of experience weathering tough winters. Her favorite method: distracting herself with warm beverages and even warmer stories. A night spent with a good book is heaven. A morning free to write, with a hot cup of coffee close at hand, is even better.

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