Danielle’s got three months to make her Grandmother’s rundown Craftsman house livable. Her game plan is to get in, get grubby, and get back home to L.A. She needs a carpenter, and her best friend’s younger brother is a good one. It’s hard to ignore the buffed body under Ryan’s paint-splattered sweatshirts, but her friend declares he’s off-limits so Danielle reluctantly agrees.
Ryan doesn’t have the cleanest record, anyway. His recently ex-ed girlfriend wants him back, and he has a reputation for brawling. He’s also had a crush on Danielle since he was a kid. Despite their nine-year age difference, he knows she’s worth pursuing.
Soon the paint under Danielle’s fingernails starts feeling more natural than the L.A. sunshine. She’ll have to navigate plumbing disasters, money problems, and one seriously cranky best friend to find something she hasn’t had before: a real home, and a man who loves her.
Name: Danielle Jacobsen
Profession: Neonatal nurse and clinical specialist
One word that describes me: Polished. I always wanted to be Grace Kelly when I grew up.
My biggest weakness:
I’m loyal to the point of insanity. I kept the blinders on with my ex until he literally walked out the door, and I put up with Maeve’s “don’t date my brothers” crap until it almost broke me and Ryan up.
My best trait:
I get things done! When I set myself a goal, I do it, no matter what.
That one person(s) I cannot get out of my mind:
Funny, but when I came back to Seattle, I hadn’t thought about Ryan O’Connor in years. I mean, the last time I saw him was right after high school graduation, and he was about ten years old. He didn’t, um, leave a lasting impression. Then I ran into him at the Home Depot and wham. He’s IT for me.
I write romance: m/f, m/m, and v/h, where the h is for human and the v is for vampire … or sometimes demon … I lean more towards funny than angst. When I’m not writing I take care of tiny premature babies or teenagers, depending on whether I’m at home or at work. My husband is a soul of patience, my dog’s cuteness is legendary, and we share the homestead with three ferrets. Who steal things. Because they’re brats.
Come find me. We’ll have fun!
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