Luckily, Chris the hot young handyman is teaching her how to screw, drill, and hammer—and also how to use her power tools.
Together they’re updating her wiring and unclogging her pipes. But when Sarah worries that she’s treating Chris like her own personal power tool, what will she do? Will she pull the plug?
This sexy 25,000-word novella features adults in adult situations and using adult language.
This novella was a fun little read. There were quite a few times I caught myself laughing out loud while reading this book. And who doesn’t enjoy a book that can make you laugh as well as fall in love with the characters?
Sarah has gone through a boring and stagnant marriage and all she needs is a hot young handyman named Chris, to open her eyes and show her there is more to life. While renovating Sarah’s home these two grew closer and closer, so the sexual tension was fantastic.
As for the characters, Sarah definitely over thinks too much which can be a good and bad thing, and just coming out of a divorce with a jerk of an ex husband she doesn’t have the best self-esteem. I felt sorry for Sarah at times and was rooting for her throughout the book. Than comes along Chris who is smart, attractive and fun. He helps Sarah build her confidence and makes her feel wanted again, which is exactly what she needs at the moment. Even though Chris is a bit younger than Sarah he seems like he has his life together and is only needing that perfect companion.
I really did not want this book to end and I cannot wait to read more books by this author. This was a great novella with lots of steamy scenes and one not to miss. It will definitely make you want to call up a handyman of your own and hope he is just as hot as Chris was in this book.
“Chris, you’re scaring me a little. You’ve gotta breathe.”
My hands went to his forearms, stroking up and down the golden dusting of hair to try to calm him. But it was like rubbing a cat’s fur the wrong way. His jaw clenched, relaxed, then he tensed all over.
“Sarah… I’m not a violent man.” Huh. Could have fooled me right then. He screwed his eyes shut and pressed his lips tightly together. I started smoothing my hands down his chest. It wasn’t working. In fact, it might have been making things worse. “I’m not a violent man,” he repeated.
“But I want to kill him,” he ground out.
“And I want to fuck you.”
“I—“ Oh. My hands stilled on his pecs. Other parts of my body responded differently. His fingers loosened over me, sweeping down to my waist, and he tugged me flush against him. Every inch of him was taut against me. There was some kind of intrinsic chemistry between us, connecting us like fishing wire—translucent, almost invisible, but dangerously sharp if stretched too tightly.
With care and precision, and almost in slow motion, I went up on my tippy toes and pressed a soft kiss to the underside of his jaw. He dipped his chin, his lips parting.
“Tell me no,” he pleaded hoarsely. He searched my face, something primal and ancient in his flashing eyes.
I swallowed. Hard. “I c-c-can’t.”
His broad shoulders slumped, his eyes closing.
“I can’t say no,” I said in a small voice.
The look on his face didn’t even have a chance to register in my brain before his mouth fastened on mine. Every hair on my arms rose, my nipples chafed under my sundress, and wicked heat carved through my core that had nothing to do with the temperature outside.
We took his t-shirt off together, our hands trembling against each other. He toed the runners off his bare feet while my shaking hands struggled with his zipper. With an airy swish, he swooped the cotton dress over my head and dropped it to the floor unceremoniously.
His mouth traveled over my throat and down to my shoulder, where his tongue traced a line that the strap of my dress had left there.
“You weren’t wearing a bra.” It was a statement, not a question. I hummed in response, needing more of his kisses on my skin. Everywhere he touched me made an invisible impression, like fingerprints under a UV light.
Something bubbled in my chest. “Look closer.”
“I can’t get much closer,” he mumbled against my neck.
“Get back and look closer.”
He raised his head and leaned back a little, his lips quirking. “You weren’t wearing panties either?”