“SLEDGE” is at your service…
Alpha lovers, who needs a big, dirty, bad boy in their bed tonight?
(Besides your same ol’ significant other, or your four-legged fur baby.)
Welp, today’s your lucky day… Joe “SLEDGEHAMMER” Jaggard is LIVE, and
holy hot sweats, Mr. Bewitched Contractor Man’s got quite the heated tale to tell.
Book two in the “Dirty Boys Do It Better” trilogy releases TODAY on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited. This raunchy and humorous ride is fast, steamy, and the perfect antidote for a sticky summer night.
Please keep those reviews coming—each and every one is so appreciated!
Extra accolades to my bookstagrammer buds for all your shares and reposts and all-around support on my go-to platform, Instagram… You guys are seriously amazing, and so damned sweet, it kinda hurts.
(Strictly in a good way.)
And now for a titillating teaser to wet your whistle…
“What the hell, Becca?”
Sledgehammer’s hiss was unsteady, his question hoarse.
I licked my lips, studying his, framed by their scrumptious tawny whiskers.
How would that masculine mouth feel moving over mine? That pointy beard scratching my cheeks? Our tongues tangling, his breath filling my throat?
Joe’s gaze snagged on the small movement, fixating on my exposed tongue tip. He stared for a moment until, face reddening, he looked away.
“Brushstrokes are dryin’…”
Fumbling with his paintbrush, he shoved it into periwinkle soup, spewing globs everywhere. I took another three steps, ending up adjacent to his left thigh. Once there, I thought it genius to yet again unhinge my babbling trap.
“Joe, I’ve been meaning to ask… Do you have any brothers or sisters? How about your parents? Are they still… I mean, are you lucky enough to still have them?”
Calhoun, you yakky, nosy bitch.
If the mighty Sledge found my inquiries intrusive, he didn’t let on, gruffing to the wall.
“One brother, single, lives in D.C. Folks still alive and kicking, livin’ the dream in Arizona.”
I shuffled my feet, pinning a loose strand of hair back into its butterfly clip.
“How about a girlfriend? Or, a, a wife?”
Startled eyes cut my way, widening. “What? No, neither. Why?”
“Um…” Flapping a hand, I gestured nervously. “I don’t know, I just thought I’d ask. You’ve heard the dirt on my personal status, so I got curious about yours. Wondered whether, you’re, uh, attached, have a family or anything.”
Another dweeby hand flap, combined with an ingratiating grin. “Tomorrow will mark two weeks since you started, and we’ve got a long ways to go… I was thinking maybe we should get to know one another a little better.”
Eyes dipping to my lips again, Joe shook his head.
“Not a good idea.”
My reply was soft and quavery. “Why not?”
Twin slashes of color burned deeper on his cheekbones.
“Why not? Because we’re employer and employee, Becca, and personal shit doesn’t enter into it. I never get tight with my customers, and I ain’t gonna start now.”
Doggedly, I refused to let it drop, a devil driving me.
“Come on, Joe, really? You work in people’s pockets for months, and never make nice? Never forge friendships, never hang with them after the last nail’s been set?”
“That’s right.” He slashed his free hand. “Well, maybe here and there, occasionally. But with dudes I have crap in common with—hangin’ at bars or taking in a ballgame they treat me to. Not with beautiful women engaged to be fucking married.”
Beautiful women?
My pulse pounded, throbbing in my ears as I whispered.
“What if they don’t want to be engaged anymore?”
👉Amazon link: https://amzn.to/3775cLy
👉Goodreads link: http://bit.ly/SledgehammerTBR
👉BookBub: https://bit.ly/SledgehammerBB
Haven't Read Book One Yet? Get it here:
Gravedigger, Dirty Boys Do It Better, Book 1:
Purchase Link: http://mybook.to/GravediggerBuy
Goodreads: http://bit.ly/GravediggerTBR
BookBub: https://bit.ly/GravediggerBB
(Besides your same ol’ significant other, or your four-legged fur baby.)
Welp, today’s your lucky day… Joe “SLEDGEHAMMER” Jaggard is LIVE, and
holy hot sweats, Mr. Bewitched Contractor Man’s got quite the heated tale to tell.
Book two in the “Dirty Boys Do It Better” trilogy releases TODAY on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited. This raunchy and humorous ride is fast, steamy, and the perfect antidote for a sticky summer night.
Please keep those reviews coming—each and every one is so appreciated!
Extra accolades to my bookstagrammer buds for all your shares and reposts and all-around support on my go-to platform, Instagram… You guys are seriously amazing, and so damned sweet, it kinda hurts.
(Strictly in a good way.)
And now for a titillating teaser to wet your whistle…
“What the hell, Becca?”
Sledgehammer’s hiss was unsteady, his question hoarse.
I licked my lips, studying his, framed by their scrumptious tawny whiskers.
How would that masculine mouth feel moving over mine? That pointy beard scratching my cheeks? Our tongues tangling, his breath filling my throat?
Joe’s gaze snagged on the small movement, fixating on my exposed tongue tip. He stared for a moment until, face reddening, he looked away.
“Brushstrokes are dryin’…”
Fumbling with his paintbrush, he shoved it into periwinkle soup, spewing globs everywhere. I took another three steps, ending up adjacent to his left thigh. Once there, I thought it genius to yet again unhinge my babbling trap.
“Joe, I’ve been meaning to ask… Do you have any brothers or sisters? How about your parents? Are they still… I mean, are you lucky enough to still have them?”
Calhoun, you yakky, nosy bitch.
If the mighty Sledge found my inquiries intrusive, he didn’t let on, gruffing to the wall.
“One brother, single, lives in D.C. Folks still alive and kicking, livin’ the dream in Arizona.”
I shuffled my feet, pinning a loose strand of hair back into its butterfly clip.
“How about a girlfriend? Or, a, a wife?”
Startled eyes cut my way, widening. “What? No, neither. Why?”
“Um…” Flapping a hand, I gestured nervously. “I don’t know, I just thought I’d ask. You’ve heard the dirt on my personal status, so I got curious about yours. Wondered whether, you’re, uh, attached, have a family or anything.”
Another dweeby hand flap, combined with an ingratiating grin. “Tomorrow will mark two weeks since you started, and we’ve got a long ways to go… I was thinking maybe we should get to know one another a little better.”
Eyes dipping to my lips again, Joe shook his head.
“Not a good idea.”
My reply was soft and quavery. “Why not?”
Twin slashes of color burned deeper on his cheekbones.
“Why not? Because we’re employer and employee, Becca, and personal shit doesn’t enter into it. I never get tight with my customers, and I ain’t gonna start now.”
Doggedly, I refused to let it drop, a devil driving me.
“Come on, Joe, really? You work in people’s pockets for months, and never make nice? Never forge friendships, never hang with them after the last nail’s been set?”
“That’s right.” He slashed his free hand. “Well, maybe here and there, occasionally. But with dudes I have crap in common with—hangin’ at bars or taking in a ballgame they treat me to. Not with beautiful women engaged to be fucking married.”
Beautiful women?
My pulse pounded, throbbing in my ears as I whispered.
“What if they don’t want to be engaged anymore?”
👉Amazon link: https://amzn.to/3775cLy
👉Goodreads link: http://bit.ly/SledgehammerTBR
👉BookBub: https://bit.ly/SledgehammerBB
Haven't Read Book One Yet? Get it here:
Gravedigger, Dirty Boys Do It Better, Book 1:
Purchase Link: http://mybook.to/GravediggerBuy
Goodreads: http://bit.ly/GravediggerTBR
BookBub: https://bit.ly/GravediggerBB
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