“Their story is off the charts steamy and the chemistry oozes from the moment this pair meet. It has passion, drama and is also flirty and heartfelt. The intensity between these two radiates from the words and seeps into your heart and soul.” (Kylee, Goodreads Review)
“OMW! H-O-T…burn the pages right off your Kindle! This is my favorite of all the Single Mom series I loved Hot for the Handyman. Bianca’s story is finally written and man was it worth the wait!” (CheriQBee, Goodreads Review)
There went those cheeks again.
The prettiest shade of fucking pink he ever did see.
On the prettiest—fuck—the most gorgeous woman he’d ever laid eyes on.
This Bianca—damn, he even loved her name—was the epitome of sensuality, sexuality and spunk, all rolled into light brown eyes, glossy brown hair and curves he wanted to sink his teeth into.
He’d been waiting for her to remember him as the man at the intersection who’d given her a thumbs-up when he caught her dancing in the car, but so far, she hadn’t made the connection.
Her day was rough. He bet she couldn’t remember what she had for breakfast, let alone a man who’d made her cheeks turn that sexy fucking pink as she let loose to Taylor Swift at the red light.
Sputtering, she blinked a bunch of times over those eyes he wanted to see gaze up at him as she fell to her knees and took him in her mouth. “Fall in love with you? You want me to promise not to fall in love with you?” She snorted before tossing her head back with a laugh. “Good one, Jack. I needed a laugh like that today. Thank you.”
“Just doing my job, darlin’,” he said with a big grin he knew was borderline cheesy. “Keeping the boss-lady happy. But seriously, I’m here to work and just for the summer. Try to keep it in your pants when you’re around me, okay? I got a job to do.” He followed up with an even bigger grin and a wink.
Her smile was natural and carefree, and it took her looks from a ten to a fucking twenty. “You always this cocky?”
“Not cocky, darlin’, just funny. Love to make people—women—laugh. Make ’em smile. Too much in this world has you frowning. The patriarchy, wage gap, pants without pockets.”
That got her laughing. “It is a plague we all face. Whoever thought pants without pockets was a good idea …”
“Was probably a man.”
“You’re probably right.” Sighing, she nodded. “I’ll do my best to keep it in my pants with pockets and not fall in love with you. You have my word. Besides, love, romance or anything in between is so far off my radar, it’s invisible to the naked eye.” That last bit was said with a twinge of regret in her tone and made him wonder what her deal was. Divorced? Widowed? In a loveless marriage with a limp-dicked moron?
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