Hot for the Handyman

The Single Moms of Seattle

Book 3

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He’s got just the right tool to fix her broken heart…

Welcome to Seattle, the Emerald City and home to The Single Moms of Seattle. Three sexy single ladies who drink a ton of wine every Saturday night, bitch about life, have each other’s backs, are the ultimate mama bears, and hope to one day, just maybe find love again.
This is Bianca’s story …

Bianca’s life is insane.
A single mom to three kids, she moved back to her hometown of Seattle after her husband cheated and knocked up his secretary.
She’s just trying to get to the next day without pulling out her hair.
With a full-time job as a project manager overseeing the renovations on affordable student housing, she’s doing her best to put food on the table for her kids while also proving to the world that she can make it on her own—she doesn’t need a man.
She does however, need a handyman.

Cue, Jack.
He rides in on his Harley with his smoldering blue eyes, a beard and sleeves of tattoos to save her from an abusive contractor.
He’s also a handyman. A Jack of all trades.
Is Bianca’s luck finally changing?
But Jack has one condition before he takes the job to finish the renovations on the new four-plex—she cannot fall in love with him.

An easy task for sure, right?
She just needs him to get the units rent-ready, love isn’t even on her radar.
But Jack’s not just a flickering flame, he’s an inferno and Bianca is drawn to him like a moth—singed wings be damned.
What happens when the summer is over, Jack’s job ends, and he rides off into the sunset? Will he take Bianca’s heart with him, or will he stay and save her one last time—from heartbreak?

**Note: This book can be read as a standalone. It includes lots of steamy scenes, cursing, a sexy alpha male, and of course as with all my books, this has an HEA and no cliffhanger or cheating. If you liked my single dad series, then you’ll love this spin-off trilogy.

 

Book Status: 80K words in and my fingers can not keep up with how fast my brain is working. I am LOVING Jack Savage!

 

Excerpt

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 class. All rolled into light brown eyes, glossy brown hair and curves he wanted to sink his fucking 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 fucking 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 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?”

Jack lifted one shoulder. “Those are my terms. Take ‘em or leave ‘em.”

She rolled her eyes and he had to shove his hands into his pockets to keep himself from grabbing her by the ponytail. “I think I can agree to those terms, Mr. Savage,” she said with a chuckle to her voice.

“Jack, baby. You really gotta call me Jack.” He pulled out his phone. “Gimme your email address and I’ll send you some references. Though, I can already swear to you I don’t intend to squat in an unfinished rental, I got a nice warm bed of my own, and I definitely don’t need to pay ladies of the evening to suck my stiffy for me.”

Her nostrils flared and fuck if her eyes didn’t drift down to his zipper.

He fought back a grin, brought up the contacts app in his phone and prepared for her to rattle off her email address.

But she wasn’t paying attention.

She was still staring at his crotch.

Smiling wide, he cleared his throat and watched as her gaze climbed his body slowly, like she was imprinting every damn inch of him on her memory for later.

He’d already done that himself with her body and would definitely be thinking about Bianca later.

“Bianca,” he said gently. “Email, baby. Or your phone number if you’re willing to take the risk and give the big bad biker your digits.”

“Big bad biker,” she breathed quietly, her eyes focusing on his lips.

Her tongue slipped out and slid across the seam of her mouth, coating her lips until they shone bright red and irresistibly kissable.

Jack fought down a groan and cleared his throat again. “Number or email, baby, gotta find a way to reach you. Unless you want to just skip the foreplay and give me your home address?”

That snapped her out of her trance. Her head shook and she blinked. “Email address, phone number, right. Sorry.” She dug around in her purse, paused and glanced at him curiously. “Foreplay?”

“Just gimme your number, Bianca,” he said with a laugh.