Dirty Hands, Clean Sheets

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Grease-stained hands. Designer heels. The good girl who needs to be told she’s enough.

Amelia Park didn’t come home for the funeral. She came home for the estate — the falling-apart house, the half-finished car, and the to-do list with her name on it three times, crossed out and rewritten by a father who died waiting for her to call.

Casey Holt didn’t expect anything from the city-girl lawyer who showed up at her garage in silk and heels. She expected even less when the lawyer turned out to be the girl she’d watched from the back row of a high school gym for four years — the valedictorian, the honors student, the one who left and never looked back.

Now Amelia needs Casey to restore her father’s beloved 1970 Chevelle SS. Casey needs Amelia’s sweat equity to offset the labor costs. And the deal they strike — evening garage lessons, hands-on work, forced proximity in a shop that smells like motor oil and unfinished business — is about to turn both their lives inside out.

Because Casey’s hands don’t just fix engines. They fix everything. And when she calls Amelia “good girl” for the first time — low and rough, right against her ear — Amelia discovers she’s been starving for praise her whole life and never knew it.

But Amelia’s career is calling her back to New York. Casey’s been left before by women who treated her like a phase. And when class, family, and fear collide at a dinner table, they’ll have to decide: is this a chapter — or the whole book?

You’ll love this book if you enjoy:

✅ Blue-collar mechanic x white-collar lawyer FF romance
✅ Grumpy/sunshine with a class-tension edge
✅ “Good girl” praise kink that escalates from accidental to devastating
✅ Forced proximity in a garage (and a kitchen counter, and a car hood…)
✅ Found family small-town warmth
✅ Explicit heat that advances character (🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ — graphic, emotional, LOUD)
✅ A heroine who learns to stay and a love interest who learns to be kept
✅ HEA guaranteed