June 8, 2021 | Posted in:Release Day Blitz, Review

We are so excited to announce the release of Adriana Locke’s new novella, 608 Alpha Ave. This is a total standalone story about a grumpy, small-town mechanic and a pocket-full-of-sunshine heroine that gets under his skin. Basically—read this now! Even better is that the novella (did we mention that it’s a standalone?) is available in Kindle Unlimited.

Things heat up (and take an unexpected turn) when a self-proclaimed romantic requests the help of a broody small-town mechanic. Grayson Blake is a jackass. There’s no other way to put it. He comes into Fireside every day and orders a beer. It’s nearly impossible to get him to have a conversation while he drinks it. Smiles—or anything remotely close to it—are even more rare. Despite his cantankerous personality, he’s so freaking gorgeous. His thick black hair, broad shoulders, and the tattoos that mark his calloused skin draw me in like a magnet. I don’t even care that he’s ten years older than me. I’m here for the age gap. And his broody, bad-boy persona is entirely more attractive than it should be. I have a thing for the rough-around-the-edges mechanic. And I’ve heard through the grapevine that he has a thing for me too. But getting him to admit it will be as easy as catching lightning in a bottle. Buy Now for $2.99 or Read Free in Kindle Unlimited.  

Sandra's Review

5 out of 5 stars

608 Alpha Avenue is a standalone novella and part of the Cherry Falls romance collection. I have read 99% of Adriana’s books and have loved them all. This one is no different. It’s shorter but still has so much story between the words. 
Haley is a bartender by night and a lover of the outdoors with a dream of becoming a writer by day. On the nights she is working, he is there. A man who makes her weak in the knees with just one look. Shoot, not even one look, just hearing his voice or seeing him wave from his truck will do it. She crushed hard on the broody mechanic who sat on his stool every night while watching sports, a man who seemed to be annoyed by her. But, she had hope. She saw his smirk. He needed her help and she needed his. A marketing plan in exchange for a Q&A for her book. Easy, right? 
Haha. No. 
Grayson was a mechanic and outdoorsman. He was also ten years older than the woman he put in the “off-limits” box. She deserved more than a man like him. No, he wasn’t a manwhore but he could be an asshole. For some reason she liked that. He knew about her little crush. He shouldn’t be near her but he couldn’t stay away. Then, she goes and makes a deal. He didn’t expect one hike to change it all. 
Omfg!! I loved them. Haley might be only twenty-one but she knew what she wanted. Grayson is delicious in his alpha ways and his side of sweetness. I am so glad Adriana signed up for not one but two novellas in this series! 
“Look at me, planning ahead like an adult.” 
Bryant’s laughter—something I’ve never pegged as annoying until this very moment—rings through the hardware store. “I love a woman with a can-do attitude.” 
Tread lightly, motherfucker.  
I glare at the side of his face, but he’s oblivious. 
Grayson is rough and grumpy. He’s raw. He’s roguish and irritable, and that makes him … perfect.  
It doesn’t help that he’s the walking advertisement for the word man with his beard and muscles and—gah!
“Lose your shirt too.”  
“I’m the boss here, woman.”  
“That’s cute.”


Kara's Review

5 out of 5 stars

608 Alpha Avenue is a standalone romance in the Cherry Falls world. I love Adriana and her books and this one was perfect! Smart, sassy leading lady. Sexy, brooding, alpha-hole hero. On the outside, they don’t even like each other. On the inside, they can’t seem to stop thinking about each other. Grayson has wanted Haley since they day he met her, but he’s older, a tad selfish and knows that one taste of her and he’ll never walk away. Haley can’t help wanting the jerky mechanic. But she knows he will never like her more than just a bartender and an acquaintance. Oh how wrong she is. A simple hike together quickly becomes a turning point in their relationship. Grayson has to decide if he’s going to walk away and never look back or take Haley into his arms and never let go. I loved this story! It’s short, sexy and packs a punch with all the feels!


Want more? “I don’t get it,” I mutter.   My hand stills against the countertop, a white bar rag clutched firmly in my grasp.  Natalia Barlow leans across the end of the bar, putting her ass and the top of her thong on full display for the table of bikers behind her. An unlit cigarette is perched between her cherry-red lips, threatening to topple to the floor as she catches me looking and smirks.  I roll my eyes and turn my back to her.   “I don’t get it,” I say again, louder this time.  My gaze fixes on the man—the only man—occupying a barstool on this side of the restaurant. Grayson Blake. Black hair, scruffy beard, tall, and oh-so muscular with tattoos etched into his tanned skin. Word has it that he has flames inked on his right hip, and when he moves, they dance as if they’re alive.  I’ve mentally filed that away because it’s something I’ll (sadly) never know for myself. Guys like Grayson Blake? They go for women like Natalia. Vixens. Women who give as good as they get. Women who understand them or, at the very least, the games they play.  I’m not one of those women. It will be both my personal and professional downfall.  Grayson lifts his beer bottle, and as if it pains him to do it, he slides his gaze to mine.  I swallow. Hard.  It doesn’t matter that I’ve worked at Fireside Bar and Grill for two years or that I’ve spent countless hours behind this very bar while Grayson sits on the other side, I can’t think straight when he looks at me. I also can’t look away. It’s quite the predicament.   “It just perplexes me,” I say, sinking my gaze into the steely depths of Grayson’s eyes. My voice isn’t quite as confident as it was a few seconds ago. It’ll come back around, though. It just takes a moment to get my bearings.  Grayson’s features are void of humor. Or emotion. Or curiosity. He watches me as if I’m a toddler and he’s in charge of making sure I don’t choke on a peanut or small coin.   I bite my lip. “I just … Natalia …” I shrug, my voice fading into the rock music playing overhead.  Grayson’s thick, engine grease-stained fingers grip the bottle. “Am I supposed to ask?”  The grit of his tone washes against my skin, leaving a flurry of goose bumps in its wake. It’s this way every time he talks to me. And whenever he talks to Corbin, the bartender who’s training me in the art of bartending so I don’t have to just waitress anymore. Come to think of it, I also have the same physical reaction to him when I’m in the Cherry Street Market Grocery Store buying bagels and I hear him talking from an aisle over.  Who am I kidding? I react this way every time I’m in Grayson’s proximity. Hell, I shivered in my flip-flops when I caught wind of his cologne outside of Pearl’s Pawnshop and Liquor Store last week.  “Are you supposed to ask what?” I ask him.  “About whatever you keep jawing about other there—about Natalia, I reckon.”  “Well, since you asked—” “I didn’t.” He smiles a lopsided, amused smile that makes me wonder if he’s smiling with me or at me. “I asked if I was supposed to ask. I didn’t ask.”  I narrow my gaze. “You know what, Grayson Blake? You’re an asshole.”  He brings the beer bottle to his lips, hiding a satisfied grin, and pulls his gaze back to the hockey game on the television in the corner.

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