I never asked to be the man who fixed her world.
She stormed onto my construction site in flour-dusted jeans and fire in her eyes, demanding I shut the hell up so her bakery could breathe. One look at Amara Quinn—single mom, stubborn as sin, curves that made my hands itch—and I was done.
Her kid, Eli, decided I was his new favorite person the same day. Started calling me Mr. Grumpy. Started sneaking onto my site for hard hats and wooden stools and the kind of attention his deadbeat dad never gave him.
I told myself I’d stay away.
I lied.
I fixed her leaky sink at midnight. I drove her boy home from school. I let him call me daddy in front of half the neighborhood on Mother’s Day like it was the most natural thing in the world.
She pushed me out. Said I’d leave like every other man.
Too damn bad.
I’m the one who stays. I’m the one who’s going to pin her against that bakery counter and remind her exactly who owns every broken piece of her heart now.
She told me to stay away. So I fixed her sink, stole her heart, and let her kid call me Daddy anyway.
Read on for single mom angst, blue-collar obsession, a kid who plays matchmaker, and a grumpy neighbor who falls first and hardest. HEA guaranteed!
Genre: Romance
She stormed onto my construction site in flour-dusted jeans and fire in her eyes, demanding I shut the hell up so her bakery could breathe. One look at Amara Quinn—single mom, stubborn as sin, curves that made my hands itch—and I was done.
Her kid, Eli, decided I was his new favorite person the same day. Started calling me Mr. Grumpy. Started sneaking onto my site for hard hats and wooden stools and the kind of attention his deadbeat dad never gave him.
I told myself I’d stay away.
I lied.
I fixed her leaky sink at midnight. I drove her boy home from school. I let him call me daddy in front of half the neighborhood on Mother’s Day like it was the most natural thing in the world.
She pushed me out. Said I’d leave like every other man.
Too damn bad.
I’m the one who stays. I’m the one who’s going to pin her against that bakery counter and remind her exactly who owns every broken piece of her heart now.
She told me to stay away. So I fixed her sink, stole her heart, and let her kid call me Daddy anyway.
Read on for single mom angst, blue-collar obsession, a kid who plays matchmaker, and a grumpy neighbor who falls first and hardest. HEA guaranteed!
Genre: Romance