(MSRP: 6.5000)
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When a harried caretaker with no spare time hires a soulful builder who’s willing to take the time, he fixes more than she bargains for. Jilly is a New Orleans daycare aide by day and by night an errand-running caretaker to the three quirky aunts who raised her. What Jilly doesn’t have time for is a man who wants more than she can spare.
Zack is a brawny carpenter who works for his father’s construction company. He’s attracted to Jilly but wants the real deal when it appears all she has time for is a slam-bam-thank-you-man relationship. Will his patience and persistence gain him the time he needs to win her trust and her heart? Or will her aunts’ stop his clock with a voodoo hex?
(Pages 290) Spicy
Excerpt:
This close up, he smelled tantalizing, like soap and spicy cologne and new cut wood.
The softest, grayest eyes stared at her, not in the least bit stormy or steely as she would’ve expected in such a muscular, authoritative man. His eyes were as luminous and distracting as a Cajun moon. Despite her ticking wristwatch, her tummy took time out to pay tribute with a dip, alerting every fiber of her being to his male sensuality.
“The name’s Bigatowsky. Zachary.” His voice was low, deep, and vibrated through her chest with a delightful thrum.
Her interest piqued, along with her nipples, which strained against the confines of her bra and blouse.
“What can I do for you, lady?” His tone sounded rough like sandpaper.
Flashes of heat shot through her body. “I might be interested in hiring you.” She licked her suddenly dry lips.
And doing him, if her body had its way.
“Uh-huh,” he grunted, removing his hardhat and ruffling his fingers through his damp, sandy-brown hair, where an eye-catching touch of silver-gray touched the temples.
Nice, real nice. She sucked in her breath. She’d never gone for the gruff type. Who’d have thought they had so much sex appeal?
Her gaze strayed to his left hand. No glint of a ring. Ann, Jilly’s co-worker and self-appointed Dear Abby, advised, “Always check a man’s ring finger and never believe he’s single unless you see a sworn statement or hear testimony from his priest and confessor.”
“Are you available?” She’d been much too long without a man. It came out sounding like a proposition. She hurried to add, “To hire.”
