Release Date: February 13, 2020
repair job, things go a bit off course. The Handyman special is asked for and received,
and thus begins another tale of pure pleasure.
restores more than busted plumbing.
experience in matters other than home renovation.
more than a routine repair.
the world of pleasure.
compassion, emotions wreak havoc on this handyman. How could he know, he’s the
one who might need fixing?
as a standalone.
myself. The woman who answers the door is built like a pinup girl—hourglass
shape, pert breasts, and eyeglasses—but the tightness of her smile gives away
her age as do the stripes of gray in her hair. I’d place her just above forty
as I follow her. Clean lines, water-tone colors, a real beach house minus the
beach. It’s Florida but not every home is on the coast. This is an older
neighborhood, meaning the majority of the residents are old. I’m talking
retirees and geriatrics, but not her.
hallway. I’m not a plumber by trade. I was formerly in construction, but the
market in southern Florida is either feast or famine. To make ends meet, I
began working odd jobs, handyman style.
mess—sink cabinet open and faucet handle missing.
faucet. As I begin assessing the damage, she leans against the doorjamb.
really are a legit handyman.”
means, but I do. I helped a friend of mine a time or two and met Lana
Blasen, her friend. Is she accusing me of something?
My knees crack with the effort.
tease. She’s silent a second, and when I look up, I feel bad, as if I insulted
her instead of her insulting me.
bad. Slowly, I stand to my full height. I’m taller than her by half a foot at
least. She’s barefoot but still dressed in a tight skirt and fancy blouse.
male hooker or a player, or whatever, but I’m not like that.” I don’t know why
I’m defending myself to this woman I don’t know, even if she is a friend of
Lana’s. Maybe it’s been the most recent events. I’d been with the same couple a
few times. They called me. James warned me to take on only the
most stable of married couples or recommendations from others, and this couple
was on shaky ground at best.
threesome. But recently, I’ve been in a funk. The last scene broke me a
bit, especially after the guy broke my nose. I don’t blame him. No husband
wants his wife to say the other guy in the bedroom is better than him.
something near her feet, and then her expression changes as though she’s
changed her mind about what she would say next. “I’ll be down the hall, if you
need anything. My son is at his father’s tonight, so there’s no rush here. Take
blouse, open an extra button close to her cleavage. Curious, she said.
I’m curious about her, but she didn’t call for the handyman
special, only this plumbing disaster.
needs a new faucet. “If I could show you what I did,” I suggest, interrupting
her once I find her sitting at her dining room table. She nods, removing her
glasses and I gaze down at them.
the first thing to go.”
natured but still self-deprecating.
bathroom. “If you aren’t a player, you are charming.”
turn the handle only this far or it will snap again. If you pick out a new
faucet, I can come back and install it another day.”
I reach for her hand as well, covering it as we collectively twist the knob.
Like a toaster dropped in a full tub, electricity ripples up my arm, the
connection stronger than anything I’ve ever felt. We look at one another at the
same time, and I’m certain she felt it as well, but she draws back, resting her
body on the doorjamb again.
curiosity of the forbidden. “Tell me how it works.” She doesn’t mean the
with others what I did for her and James, but it also isn’t friendly conversation.
eyes widen, taking in my size. I’m six feet one, solid and stocky, or so I’m
told. I’d hold my own in a fight. The broken nose caught me off guard. “Are you
upgrading to the handyman special?” I ask.
plumbing job, we can use this as the scenario.” My voice lowers, but I wink to
relax her. “I’m going to ask you some questions, and you answer with your
comfort level, guiding how far we go.”
forms for legalese and understanding on both sides, but I’m making an exception
here. She isn’t a regular at this.
author who believes romance doesn’t need to end just because you crossed over
forty. In a fantasy life, she was an anthropologist, a journalist and a
world-famous novelist on the level of F. Scott Fitzgerald. None of that has
happened. Instead, she’s written over twenty romances, mothered four children
and remains with the one and only. Sometimes, she likes things a little hotter,
spicier, raunchier than contemporary trysts, and so begins this chapter.