Wanted: One hunky handyman to mend her lonely heart.
Grady: Handyman and heartbreaker. I'm damn good at my job. While my hands have been occupied building a deck for the delectable Madelyn Sparks, what I've really wanted to do was trace every one of her curves with my tongue. I bet with just one touch she'd go up in flames. My dick's been harder than a damn post since I took this job, but I learned the hard way not to f**k myself out of a paycheck. But once this job is done, all bets are off.
Madelyn: Grady has done a fantastic job on the deck, but I didn't really hire him for his carpentry skills. The man is fine as hell and I've wanted to take him for a ride ever since I saw him on my doorstep. Never in my wildest dreams did I think getting attacked would bring us closer together. He went from hunky handyman to overprotective bodyguard in an instant, and now that we're living under the same roof, I just can't keep my hands off him. Just one problem... now that I've had him, I never want to let him go.