Love on the Line Women at Work Book 1 by Kirsten Fullmer Genre: Women’s Fiction, Romance
She’s an ordinary girl in an extraordinary situation. Andrea left her comfortable home and her family to take a job building a pipeline with her estranged grandpa, Buck. She’s always been curious about his job, and why her mother dislikes him so much. She doesn’t expect, however, to uncover buried family secrets, for the job to be so difficult, or to be the only women on site. Rooster isn’t a bad guy. He respects women; he was raised by one of the best. But that new girl on the job is too small and feminine. She’s a distraction, plain and simple, and she doesn’t belong on a pipeline. This job is his chance to impress Buck Brennan, a pipeline legend, and no girly greenhorn or workplace romance is going to ruin it for him. Will Andrea prove herself to her grandfather and forge a relationship with the old man, or will continuous disagreements and unexpected sexual tension between Andrea and Rooster derail their hard work? Find out in this extraordinary coming of age story **Only .99 cents!!**Goodreads * Amazon
Kirsten is a dreamer with an eye for art and design. She worked in the engineering field, taught college, and consulted free lance. Due to health problems, she retired in 2012 to travel with her husband. They live and work full time in a 40′ travel trailer with their little dog Bingo. Besides writing romance novels, she enjoys selling art on Etsy and spoiling their three grandchildren. As a writer, Kirsten’s goal is to create strong female characters who face challenging, painful, and sometimes comical situations. She believes that the best way to deal with struggle, is through friendship and women helping women. She knows good stories are based on interesting and relatable characters. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Bookbub * Pinterest * Amazon * Goodreads
An elbow in her side caused Andy to jolt forward and she stumbled her way down
the rest of the wooden trailer steps. Several men glanced her way as they passed,
then quickly looked away as if she were fascinating yet horrifying, like kryptonite.
Trying to remember where Buck had parked his work truck that morning, she
headed across the yard. As she picked her way through the snow and frozen mud,
she noticed a group of nine or ten men who looked different than the others, standing
near flat bed trucks with dual tires and machines of some sort on the back. They
stared at her silently as she passed. Unlike the other workers, these men were in no
hurry. They didn’t wear hardhats or safety glasses, instead they wore soft cloth caps
with long bills, some of which were turned sideways, with the bill flipped up against
their heads. Their jeans were clean, new dark blue, and ironed crisp with a crease.
Arrogance radiated off the group.
There had been a group of boys like that back in high school. She remembered
their eyes boring into her as she passed in the hall, their eyes glued to her chest.
Invariably one would shove another, causing them to fall directly into her. How could
she report being groped when–
A horn honk startled Andy, causing her to trip on a clump of frozen mud. With her
cheeks flaming, she tore her gaze from the haughty men to find Buck’s truck pulled
up by her side. Glad to have a get-away, she tugged open the door and stretched
hard against layers of clothing to get her foot up into the truck. Pulling herself up into
the cab, she settled into the seat, out of the wind and away from the glares of
strangers. With a grunt she tugged the door closed behind her.
As they drove through the yard, Buck was silent, but offered a nod and the lift of
two fingers from the steering wheel in greeting as he passed workers. Heat pumped
from under the dash as the truck growled and bumped over the frozen ruts, jarring
and rattling the paperwork and gear scattered throughout the double cab.
“Who were those guys?” Andy asked, leaning forward to see the group of haughty
men in the side mirror.
Buck pulled the truck to a stop at the gate of the yard. “Who?” He bent forward to
peer up then down the road, waiting for a break in the traffic streaming past on the
highway.
“The ones wearing the funny hats.”
He glanced in the mirror. “Them’s welders,” he snorted.
Unsure why a welder would be different than any of the other workers, she
shrugged.
Time clicked past as they drove. Brilliant bursts of morning sunlight flashed
through the towering hardwood forest as it slid past Andy’s window. Never before had
she seen such dense growth. Even the ground cover was thick and deep. This place
was very different that the open rolling green fields of Kansas. Bushes, briars, and
plants of every kind made her wonder how anyone could navigate between the trees.
She turned from the scenery and back to Buck. “Where are we going?” She asked. It
was a simple enough question, but having no idea what lay ahead, she braced
herself for the unexpected.
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