GUYS, Jasinda and Jack are back and it was hilarious and SUPER STEAMY and everything I needed this weekend. This novel dives back into the early days of Big Girls Do it and I was with it HARD YALL.
See what I did there?
Hard?
Hammered?
See? You feel me. But really. this was like going home to your best friend and sitting down for a gush session. I loved every page. From Meeting Dad Bod Construction, to getting to know Imogen and Audra.
This novel was just about as sexy and steamy as It could have been and Imogen is my spirit animal. I laughed SO HARD with and at her because I could totally be her.
But in all honesty guys, if you want a sexy read just to lose yourself in at the beach, here ya go. There isn't any crazy plots, or random kidnappings, no guns, well, I lie, there ARE guns, the delicious kind. This is just a fantastic semi cheesy romance that will heat you up right to match the temp outside.
Also, I need a contractor that works as efficiently as these guys, JUST SAYIN.
Synopsis:
Dad Bod Contracting—for ALL your domestic contracting needs. Have a leaky faucet or clogged disposal? Need a new patio with intricate brickpaving designs? Want your garage transformed into a yoga studio? Dad Bod Contracting has you COVERED. Our clean, well-mannered, and friendly professionals pride themselves on attention to detail. Every job comes with a 100% customer SATISFACTION guarantee. No job is too small. Hand us your “honey-do” list and we’ll get it done, and we’ll look good doing it! A good job well done is one phone call away, so call Dad Bod Contracting today!
It started with a window that was jammed shut. Pretty simple, right? All I wanted was to open the windows while I tidied the house. I’d been after my no-good husband to do it for months, but he never did. And then he shacked up with his secretary, leaving me with a pile of bills, husband-free for the first time in ten years, and with a house that was falling apart.
The ad popped up on the side of my social media feed—a local contracting agency willing to do pretty much anything. Since I don’t really know a screwdriver from a ratchet, I gave them a call.
And let me tell you, the ad was NOT lying. Jesse O’Neill can do it ALL…and looks amazing doing it.
He fixed my window, so I called him back to fix the sagging, splintery front steps. Which led to him fixing my kitchen sink. And then he recarpeted my stairs. And then fixed the squeak in my bed.
He was supposed to fix my house, not my rusty, sputtering libido. And certainly not my broken heart.
