Restore My Heart [NOOK Book]

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Sally Clay desperately needs her auto restoration business to succeed. When her best customer commits suicide and his son brings her a car to appraise, Sally suspects shady dealings. After one of her employees is murdered, Sally realizes it's too late to back out of the investigation she's stumbled into, and apparently too late for her heart, as well.
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Sally Clay desperately needs her auto restoration business to succeed. When her best customer commits suicide and his son brings her a car to appraise, Sally suspects shady dealings. After one of her employees is murdered, Sally realizes it's too late to back out of the investigation she's stumbled into, and apparently too late for her heart, as well.
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"With a deft hand, Cheryl Norman creates an emotionally gripping and heartwarming tale in Restore My Heart, proving love isn't perfect but persistent and enduring and we never know those we think we know best."  —Vicki Hinze

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781605428383
  • Publisher: Medallion Media Group
  • Publication date: 3/1/2007
  • Series: Mustang Sally , #1
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 439
  • Sales rank: 485,164
  • File size: 3 MB

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Restore My Heart
By Cheryl Norman Medallion Press, Inc. Copyright © 2007 Cheryl Norman
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-932815-86-3


Chapter One One Week Later

"There's a man here to see you."

Switching off the wire-brush wheel, Sally Clay balanced the generator housing on the work table, pushed her safety goggles to the top of her head, then grabbed a shop towel to wipe the black grit from her hands. Abandoning the towel, she pumped a generous dollop of waterless hand cleaner into her palm.

"All right, Roy. Send him back." God knows she could use a customer right now.

The steps from hard-soled shoes echoed against the barren concrete floor, then stopped. She leaned against the counter and turned toward her visitor. Her gaze traveled from the man's oxblood leather loafers and pinstriped trousers to his dark brown hair, pausing along the way to admire the solid chest and flat abs beneath his starched shirt. His piercing brown eyes deserved an encore stare so she stole a second look. Not bad.

"Excuse me. I'm here to see Sal Clay."

Nice voice, too. Definitely a man out of his element in her greasy garage. Picking up the shop towel again, she wiped the emollient from her fingers, then offered her hand. "I'm Sally Clay."

He hesitated at clasping it, probably gauging the risk it posed to his wardrobe, and she instantly regretted the grease beneath her nails.

"You're Sal Clay? The owner?" He wore a quizzical frown as he gripped her hand.

She should've been used to this reaction by now. "I bought Mustang Sally's from my Uncle Sal seven months ago."

This guy should never play poker; his change in expression was obvious. Clearly disappointed that Sal Clay was a Sally, he released her hand.

"What can I do for you, Mr.-"

"Desalvo. Joe Desalvo. I need help restoring a classic."

"Desalvo?" She quickly made the connection to one of Mustang Sally's regular customers. "You're Leo's son."

A shadow of sadness crossed his face. "That's right."

It had been only days since Leo Desalvo's funeral. "Please accept my condolences."

He nodded. "You knew my dad?"

"Sure did. We do restoration work for Bloom Desalvo Motors. I still can't believe he's gone."

"I know the feeling." When she saw the bleakness in Joe Desalvo's eyes, she could've kicked herself. But recovering quickly, he adopted a strictly business demeanor. "Dad's partner recommended you to me."

"Vic? Well, good." Vic Bloom had never darkened her door. She knew him only through Leo and Uncle Sal.

"Dad left me his classic-car collection, which I'm liquidating, except for a couple Mom said were his favorites. Do you know anything about a Kaiser Darrin?"

"Leo had a Darrin?" She didn't mask her surprise. "He didn't tell me. Wow."

"Then it's something special?"

"And valuable, if in original condition."

"It looks original, but I'm no authority. That's why I'm here. I need an expert opinion. Do you know anyone who can help me?"

She clenched her fists, backing against the counter. "How 'expert' do you need? Mustang Sally's is the best in Louisville."

"I meant no offense, ma'am."

Ma'am? Hell, she was only twenty-seven. He had to be in his mid-thirties. "You question my credentials?"

"With all due respect." He shrugged, then offered her an apologetic smile. "I've been away from Louisville for many years."

If only he hadn't smiled. Something peculiar clutched her windpipe, a cross between a squeeze and a flutter. Attraction?

Don't go there, Sally. First of all, a successful and handsome guy like Joe Desalvo had to be married, although he wore no ring. Secondly, she couldn't give in to a handsome face or a sexy smile. It wasn't as if she could attract a man like Joe. She'd learned that lesson long ago.

She forced herself to ignore her body's reaction. "I've been restoring automobiles for ten years, Mr. Desalvo, and I've been working on them since I was big enough to hold a torque wrench-"

"Joe." He widened the smile. "Call me Joe."

She finger-combed her short hair from her forehead, knocking off her goggles in the process. Moving closer, he caught the goggles before they fell to the concrete.

"Thanks," she murmured, bordering on breathless from his nearness. What were they talking about? Oh, right. Her qualifications. "Just for the record, Joe, I'm certified to-"

"Enough." Frowning, he handed her the goggles, then retreated a step. "I know you're qualified or Vic wouldn't have sent me here. Forgive my skepticism, but you weren't what I was expecting."

"You mean because I'm a woman?"

"Vic led me to believe Sal Clay was a guy his age."

"Uncle Sal is."

"So you'll forgive me?"

"You're forgiven for your skepticism, but never for your sexism."

"Innocent as charged, ma'am-"

"Sally." She grinned. "If you call me ma'am one more time, I'm applying for social security."

"Okay, Sally." His smile returned. "Old Sal turning out to be an attractive young woman is a pleasant surprise. That doesn't make me a sexist."

"Fair enough. And thank you for the compliment." Of course, he hadn't meant his words of flattery, but she enjoyed them just the same.

"When can I bring over the Darrin?"

"As soon as you can. Frankly, I'm drooling to get my hands on it." Or was it Joe Desalvo making her drool? Maybe she was eager to get her hands on him as well. Settle down, Sally. She couldn't afford to let a handsome face oust her good sense. "Does it run?"

"Not well. The engine kind of jumps so I'm guessing a tune-up. You can tell me what else it needs."

"Is it tagged?"

"Yes, but I won't drive it. I'll trailer it. Will tomorrow be convenient?"

"Tomorrow will be fine. Just pull around back and we'll bring it in the garage. Meanwhile, I'll dig up the book value and statistics for a 1954 Darrin."

He stepped back, turned as if to leave, then hesitated. "How'd you know it was a fifty-four?"

"Kaiser only made the Darrin one year."

His eyes widened. "Impressive. I guess you do know your classics."

She nodded, but didn't offer to walk him out. Her bad leg throbbed from standing. "We'll see you tomorrow, Joe."

"I look forward to it."

Not as much as I do. She frowned at his back, feeling less attractive than ever in her wardrobe of grimy overalls and the fragrance of Eau de Engine Cleaner.

Strains of Dead Man's Curve blasted from the reproduction Wurlitzer crammed between the door and the cigarette machines at the Universal Joint. Located in an old frame storefront on the restored town square of Jeffersontown, the Universal Joint catered to the car buffs and nostalgia seekers in Louisville's east end.

Greeted by the odor of cigarette smoke and old wood, Sally wrinkled her nose as she made her way to the bar. Her gaze searched the room before zeroing in on her favorite bartender-Uncle Sal.

He smiled, waving her over. "You're late!"

"I've been doing battle with the transmission on a Pontiac Tempest." She slid onto the vinyl covered bar stool.

He filled a pilsner glass from the tap. "A sixty-two? With the rear transaxle?"

"You got it. That was after I rebuilt the generator." She sighed, reaching for the beer. "Thanks."

"You work too hard."

"Look who's talking. You're supposed to be retired, Uncle Sal, not tending bar every night in this dive."

He grinned. "This? This ain't work. This is fun."

"Mustang Sally's would be fun if I could just break even."

He frowned. "You still losing customers?"

"Let's face it. The new competition is cleaning my clock. It's almost like Dan Alsop timed the opening of his business for when you retired."

"Dan Alsop? He still taking away your customers?"

Except Joe Desalvo. "Well, I do have a new job coming in tomorrow. A real classic."

"That's great, honey. What is it?"

She swallowed the cold beer, then took another sip. "Leo Desalvo's Kaiser Darrin."

"Leo had a Darrin? He never said."

"Apparently he acquired it right before his-"

"Yeah." Sal nodded. "I sure miss the guy. He'd stop by here at least once a week."

She fingered the condensation on her glass. "I know. I miss him, too."

"In the old days, the three of us would meet up after work for a few beers."

"Three of you?"

Jennifer, one of the waitresses squeezed into short-short overalls and a clingy Universal Joint T-shirt, rattled off a drink order, interrupting their conversation.

"How's it going, Jennifer?"

"Same old same old, Sally." The blonde tapped bright pink fingernails against the Formica. "Has Sal gotten your sandwich yet?"

"No hurry."

"If she didn't hang out at the Universal Joint, half the time she'd forget to eat dinner." Sal handed Jennifer her drink tray. "Bring her the usual."

"Grilled hot pepper cheese on Texas toast, right?" At Sally's nod, Jennifer hoisted the tray and left.

"What were you saying about the old days?" Sally prompted Sal back to their discussion.

"Me, Leo, and Vic Bloom. Speak of the devil." Sal nodded toward the door.

Vic Bloom, a man of considerable girth, loomed at the entrance. He squinted- although he always appeared to be squinting-then ambled toward a vacant booth against the wall. Sal caught Vic's attention and waved. Vic's thin mouth curled at one side. He nodded in their direction before plopping down onto the bench.

"Looks as if he's still waiting for Leo, doesn't he?" Sally shook her head. "He seems lost now."

"You're right. He's waiting for somebody or he'd be over here giving me a hard time."

Another waitress, dressed in the uniform of overall shorts and tight T-shirt, barked an order for drinks, then smiled at Sally. "How's it going?"

Sally struggled to remember the woman's name. Lynette? No, Monette. "Can't bellyache about much. How about you?"

"Not bad tonight, since Sal's tending bar."

"He always did make work fun. He was my boss for years, you know."

Monette elbowed her. "Ooh, baby. Get a load of the stud muffin making his way to Vic's booth."

Sally twisted on the bar stool for a better look. Her pulse accelerated. "The stud muffin is Joe Desalvo, Leo's son."

"Joey's here?" Sal handed the tray of drinks to Monette, then stared at the two men. "So that's who Vic was waiting for."

Monette slipped away to deliver drinks, then hurried over to Joe and Vic to take their orders. Along the way she smoothed her T-shirt against her ample breasts, then tugged at her shorts, exposing even more of her thighs.

Sally chuckled. "I see Monette's trolling."

"Monette's okay, Sally. At least she has a social life."

Sally choked on her beer, then coughed. "Social life?" She carefully placed the glass on the bar. "Is that a euphemism for sex life?"

"Euphemism? How you talk, young lady."

Sally grinned. It was just like Uncle Sal to fuss about the word euphemism instead of the word sex.

"Anyway, you could use a social life, honey."

"I get out every night."

"You come here." He swept his hand through the air, his wave encompassing the smoke-filled bar and grill. "You go work out. That ain't no social life. Maggie says she never sees you. When's the last time you called her, huh?"

Sally had seen too little of her cousin, and she missed her. They'd once been best friends. She should at least give Maggie a call.

Jennifer returned with another order for drinks, sparing Sally from answering her uncle. "Look out, Sally. Here comes Orel."

Sally groaned. "Just shoot me, okay?"

"Hey, the guy likes you. What can I say?"

"I look good to him only after a few beers."

Orel Baxter, a skinny mechanic with a teenager's case of acne and a head of flaming red hair pruned into a flat top, claimed the bar stool beside her. "Hi, Sally."

She tried for a smile. "Hey, Orel."

"Buy you a beer?"

"No, thanks. I have one." She looked past him at two former co-workers who approached the bar. "Hey, Mitch. Hey, Lamar. Come join us."

"Howdy, Miss Sally." Mitch answered. Lamar followed with an identical response.

The two African-Americans had been loyal employees at Mustang Sally's before Sal had sold it. When they'd moved on to jobs at a nearby franchised transmission shop, there were no hard feelings. Sally couldn't afford to keep them, nor could they afford the uncertainty of new management. Sally knew the job change wasn't personal. She adored both men, who had patiently taught her most of what she knew about transmissions. Mitch's sister, Laquita, gave Sally great haircuts at a discount.

Sally grinned. "Grab a seat and tell me in twenty-five words or less everything I need to know about the flexible drive shaft on a Pontiac Tempest."

"A sixty-two?" asked Lamar.

"Rear transaxle?" asked Mitch.

Orel swiveled on the bar stool. "Stick or automatic?"

Grinning, she reached for her fanny pack. "Bartender? Three drafts for these guys."

Joe pulled his gaze from the waitress' uniform, no easy task considering the woman's appreciable attributes. Vic Bloom had picked this place to meet. Having seen the hired help, Joe could guess why. The decor and atmosphere with its hot rod theme and classic car memorabilia were right up Vic's alley, too. Strains of Hey, Little Cobra drifted from the jukebox.

"Make mine a cup of coffee," Joe said. "Black."

"Sure I can't get anything else for you, sugar?"

"Not right now, thanks."

As she moved away, Vic winked. "Monette has the hots for you, Joey."

"I think she's just being friendly."

"Wish she'd give me some of that sugar." Vic wiggled his eyebrows and grinned.

"Down, boy. You have Barbara waiting at home."

The older man shook his head. "Not tonight. She's taking a class at Shelby campus. She's on another one of her self-improvement kicks."

"Can't fault her for that."

Vic grunted in response, stuffing a cigarette between his lips. Joe dropped the subject of Vic's wife. His gaze swept the room, then boomeranged to the bar, where female grease monkey Sally Clay appeared to be holding court. Her baggy overalls in stark contrast to the costumes the waitresses wore, she moved her hands in animated discussion. Several men, including the bartender, leaned toward her, joining her in laughter at whatever she said.

Although his first impression of the woman had been that of a plain Jane, something about her had invited a second look. Flecks of paint and streaks of grease hid an interesting face. Cocoa-brown eyes with thick, curly lashes devoid of that gunk most women painted on, impressed him until he'd discovered those plump lips. Luscious, kissable lips, not that he'd be doing any of that with her. But she had a mouth like that movie star, Angelina something or other. Her short hair, so different from the hairstyles of the power-suited women in his office, had been flattened against her head by a pair of smudged safety goggles.

Tonight she'd cleaned up and ditched the goggles, showcasing a head of thick brown hair. Although he'd come here to talk to Vic about his mother's half of the business, Joe tuned out the man, straining to hear the banter at the bar. Though certainly not his type in the romantic sense, Sally Clay piqued his curiosity.

A commotion at the jukebox halted conversation in the room, including Vic's.

"It's nine o'clock," one of the waitresses yelled.

"So?" Joe looked to Vic for an explanation.

"Time for the song." With a half-smile, Vic rubbed out his cigarette butt in the ashtray.

One of the waitresses cranked up the volume on the jukebox and the crowd at the bar began to sing along to a song about a GTO. Sally led the group, obviously familiar with all the lyrics. Judging by the singing scattered throughout the room, there were a lot of regulars at the Universal Joint. Even Vic joined in, his voice off-key.

After the sing-along, the volume on the jukebox returned to normal. Joe asked, "Did Dad come here often?"

"Your dad loved this place, Joey, but he rarely stayed late enough to sing the song. He'd have a cold one, talk cars with a few of the guys, then hurry home to Lucinda."

Joe nodded toward the bar. "Guys and Sally. Right?"

"Sally's just one of the guys." Vic waved a dismissive hand.

Joe's gaze returned to the bar. "I wouldn't say that."

The brunette waitress he'd called Monette returned with their order and smiled at Joe. "Sure you don't want something to eat?"

"No, thanks."

She patted Vic on the shoulder. "I'll be back to check on you."

"You do that, honey," Vic answered around a mouthful of fries.

"So what's the story on Sally Clay?"

Vic swallowed. "She's a qualified-enough mechanic, if that's what you mean. Her daddy raised her to be one. She was working in the pits by the time she was a teenager."

(Continues...)



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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 15, 2011

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    Loved it!

    Just finished this and for a free book, it was well worth it. It was actually a FULL book with a good murder mystery story line with just a little romance mixed in. Good read!

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 8, 2013

    I haven't read this book yet but I do like to read the reviews t

    I haven't read this book yet but I do like to read the reviews that other people write b/c it gives me insight about what the book is about.  However, with that said, it would be nice if  the reviews left some mystery in the story and left things for the reader to find out on their own.  I'm not trying to be mean with this comment, I am only pointing out that some of the reviews basically tells the entire story.  A good review would be one that tells a little about the book and leaves the reader in suspense.  Your input is greatly appreciated but it would be more appreciated if you could leave some details out.  Thanks!

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 6, 2013

    Good story

    Fast paced quick sweet story with a lot of twists.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 10, 2011

    Good

    Liked the characters

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 7, 2011

    Strongly recommended

    Strong woman lead. Great read. Good all the way till the end.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 21, 2008

    Mustang Sally is a terrific heroine!

    Sally Clay needs to feel whole again, and she needs to re-connect with her father. She believes Mustang Sally's garage will help her do both. An accomplished mechanic, she doesn't let her injured leg hold her back from success in her auto restoration business. She hopes to lure her estranged father back to the world of classic cars he once loved. Then her major client commits suicide, and she struggles to keep afloat. The client's son, Joe Desalvo, brings a classic car in for her appraisal and gets more than he bargained for. His attraction to Sally is immediate and strong, but she resists his advances. Even a blind man can see she has self-esteem issues. But Joe hasn't time for romance. He's trying to prove his father was murdered, even if it's just to satisfy his mother. He finds an unlikely ally in Sally, who also thinks something is fishy about his father's suicide. Together they find a heap of trouble that nearly gets them both killed. This story is a fascinating look at the world of classic cars, and Sally is an amazing character. The romance is touching, the subplot with her father's illness is moving, and the mystery is really a puzzle with plenty of suspenseful moments. I heartily recommend RESTORE MY HEART!

    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    An exhilarating romantic suspense thriller

    Financial wizard Joe Desalvo regrets he did not come home to Louisville more frequently as he feels guilt that he failed to recognize the signs that his dad was depressed enough to commit suicide. Joe¿s mom believes her beloved Leo would never kill himself she thinks he was murdered. Joe is unable to persuade his mother otherwise.------------------ Sally Clay¿s bought the Mustang Sally classic car restoration business from her Uncle Sal in hope that her dad would be motivated to get out of the house to work on the autos. Her business is in trouble due to new competition and the death of her best customer Leo of Bloom-Desalvo Motors. When Joe arrives with a rare 1954 Kaiser Darrin sports car that his dad bought the day before he died, Sally is excited until she looks under the hood and finds a Ford engine inside the vehicle. She notifies FBI Agent Ferguson and Joe. As they investigate how his knowledgeable father was conned, they fall in love. However, neither realizes someone is watching their every move in case they get to close to the truth.------------------ RESTORE MY HEART is an exhilarating romantic suspense thriller starring two likable protagonists. Sally is especially a fascinating lead character as she is wheelchair bound with a father who thinks of her as flawed. Her dad¿s scorn of her has led the heroine to believe a hunk like Joe would never desire her. Adding to the fine lead characterizations is the gender bending as she knows her cars while he knows how to drive an automatic. Though the villain seems out of left field and the late suspense takes away (can¿t explain further without a spoiler) from a wonderful contemporary, fans will want to ride with Cheryl Norman¿s fine Louisville slugger.------------- Harriet Klausner

    1 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 21, 2014

    Entertaining but somewhat predictable

    I enjoyed the plot and the characters. They were well- developed and had believable problems. The solution to the mystery was fairly predictable and not as realistic as the rest of the story. Overall, I enjoyed it and I liked the classic car angle which I have not seen in a mystery before. It has some pretty good romance and sex scenes too. Enjoy!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 15, 2013

    I

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 27, 2013

    Very good

    Very good book

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 16, 2013

    Boring

    Incredibly boring. Couldnt get past page 12. Dry as dust with all the boring car talk. Yawn.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 7, 2013

    Good

    Food intereating mystry/love story

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 25, 2013

    Enjoyed

    Pcv

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 21, 2013

    Great love story

    This was a great love story with the added twist of a murder mystery! Really liked the book!

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  • Posted March 12, 2013

    Good murder mystery with some romance, left you guessing until t

    Good murder mystery with some romance, left you guessing until the end.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 8, 2013

    Good read

    I really enjoyed the ride, no pun intended. It was exciting all the way to the end.

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  • Posted March 8, 2013

    This was not at all what I expected but being into cars myself I

    This was not at all what I expected but being into cars myself I thought I would give it a shot!! So darn glad that I did! Romance with a mystery!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 7, 2013

    highly recommend

    Very good

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 19, 2013

    Good mystery & romance

    Was a great book, but the ending was eh. To have such a great story & end it with drama drove me crazy, she seemed to bright to be so stupid again.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 12, 2013

    Sally's ride is a delightful read

    A delightful read for a saturday afternoon

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