After a prolonged and messy divorce, 42 year old Cate Matthews uses her financial settlement to purchase a condo in a regentrified warehouse. The only problem with her new home is the plumbing. It doesn’t take her long to realize she needs an expert to fix the rusty pipes—both the building’s and her own.
Mitch Taylor, 27 year old former Army Ranger and now full time student, is working hard toward earning his engineering degree while balancing his education with part time work doing household repairs.
When Mitch shows up in Cate’s lecture hall, she’s immediately impressed with his knowledge of U.S. history, a subject to which she’s devoted her academic career. However, as impressed as she is with his historical acumen, when he lands on her doorstep with an impressively large bag of tools in hand, history is the last thing on her mind.
Perhaps this much younger and infinitely sexy man is just what she needs to get her dormant sex life back on track. Given the huge difference in their ages, Cate assumes the relationship will fizzle out after a few—albeit perfect—trips around the bedroom.
Much to her surprise and delight, Mitch seems to be in it for the long haul. Their 15 year age difference is the least of her worries when she realizes how quickly she’s been seduced by the handyman.
Warning: Contains language and lovescenes some readers may find HOT!
Mitch turned the bright pink sticky note over in his hand, wishing—not for the first time—Chloe’s handwriting was a bit easier to decipher. “Crap pies? One-ten Green-something, number six-one-one, CatMat, whatever that means.”
He checked the digital map on his GPS. The only street with ‘green’ in the name and an address that fit the one-ten was Greenfield. Hopefully, when he arrived, it would be a building with at least six floors.
Parking his pickup in the ‘visitors only’ spot, he grabbed his bag of tools from the backseat and jogged up the stone stairs leading into an old, converted warehouse. The six-story brick and stone structure had been beautifully regentrified into apartments. No doubt way out of his price range, the architecture was still wicked impressive.
Once inside the marble lobby, he pressed the buzzer for apartment six-eleven.
“Hello,” a woman’s voice greeted.
“Two Guys and a Wrench.”
“Hopefully more than one wrench,” she said, before hitting the door release.
He chuckled and yanked the lobby door open.
Mitch stepped off the elevator and turned right, stopping in front of a solid oak door. Lifting his hand, he raised the brass knocker and let it fall. Within a heartbeat, the door sprung open.
“You,” she said, her gaze meeting his.
Mitch grinned and hefted his tool bag up in the air. “Yes, me, and a whole bag of wrenches and other tools.”
She stepped back, making room for him to enter. “I didn’t realize you were a handyman, Mr. Taylor.”
“Well, Professor, we undergrads do like making money. You know…for rent, food, and beer.”
She gave him a faint smile, and the first thing he noticed was how nice she looked with her hair loose, the honey-blonde waves hanging down past her shoulders. Without her tightly pinned hair and makeup, she looked years younger than she had in the lecture hall.
Giving his head a shake, he made a point of looking past where she stood and toward the island separating the open-concept living room from the kitchen. “So? Where are these rusty pipes of yours?”
“What?” She swallowed, her eyes widening. “I mean…over there…in the kitchen,” she responded, waving her arm in the general direction of the old-fashioned porcelain sink.
Mitch lowered himself to the floor and opened the cupboards. “Somebody’s been busy with the duct tape,” he commented, chuckling.
“Guilty,” she said, bending over to watch him work. “I couldn’t get the leak to stop. My dad used to say there was nothing you couldn’t fix with duct tape.”
“Almost nothing,” he corrected. “Plumbing being the exception.”
“Yes, well, there are usually exceptions to every rule.”
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NANCY FRASER—Jumping Across Romance Genres with Gleeful Abandon—is an Amazon Top 100 and Award-Winning author who can’t seem to decide which romance genre suits her best. So, she writes them all.
Like most authors, Nancy began writing at an early age, usually on the walls and with crayons or, heaven forbid, permanent markers. Her love of writing often made her the English teacher’s pet which, of course, resulted in a whole lot of teasing. Still, it was worth it.
Nancy has published over thirty-five books in full-length, novella, and short format. When not writing (which is almost never), Nancy dotes on her five wonderful grandchildren and looks forward to traveling and reading when time permits. Nancy lives in Atlantic Canada where she enjoys the relaxed pace and colorful people.
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