Genre: Erotica Romance Novella
Release Date: February 13, 2020
When Andrew Harden is on a routine repair job, things go a bit off course. The Handyman special is asked for and received, and thus begins another tale of pure pleasure.
Annette Flick needs her faucet fixed. Referred by a friend to this handyman, she’s heard he restores more than busted plumbing. I’m just curious, she says, questioning his experience in matters other than home renovation. How is he at rebuilding the feminine spirit?
Andrew Harden has experience with broken things. When he gets this particular call, he quickly learns it’s more than a routine repair. To his surprise, she’s intrigued with his past endeavors in the world of pleasure. But how is she at restoring his faith in matters of the heart?
In a relationship that quickly turns from curiosity to compassion, emotions wreak havoc on this handyman. How could he know, he’s the one who might need fixing?
If you need just a quick shot of steamy sexy times then this novella is perfect. This is a quick read but it packs a huge punch. The chemistry and the sexy times are some of the hottest I’ve ever read. There is also some witty banter and cheesy puns which just makes this book even better. The only negative I would say about this book is that I wish there was MORE of it! I really enjoyed reading about this couple. This book is quick and dirty and SO worth it.
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 like myself.
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. I’m here as a favor, and I can see I’ve walked in on a mess—sink cabinet open and faucet handle missing.
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 your time.”
I’m curious about her, but she didn’t call for the handyman
special, only this plumbing disaster.
the first thing to go.”
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 faucet.
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.