The Man with the Tool Belt Chronicles book II by Stefan Angelina McElvain
Cougars, adult, erotic romance, erotica
If hubby can’t manage it—get the man in. Satisfaction’s guaranteed. What’s the problem?
All of his clients tell William Harder he’s a great handyman and should work for himself. He decides to give it a try and discovers the true meaning of get the man in—especially with his female clients.
Wearing his tool belt, he’s ready to impress and goes the extra mile.
About the author
Stefan Angelina McElvain is fascinated by adult erotica, especially when blended with fantasy, the paranormal, and science fiction. Think--Isaac Asimov meets Emmanuelle, or Doctor Who teams up with Dan Dare. Well, that’s the goal.
Stefan is now retired, living in the South Bay, Los Angeles. He’s married, with two sons and two grandsons. Born in the middle of England in the early fifties, he grew up in a town steeped in history with a haunted castle, hidden passageways, and a double-spiral staircase in the local church tower. He relocated to Los Angeles in the late eighties.
Stefan has a first degree from Manchester University with joint honors in Physics and Electronic Engineering, and a Master’s in Business from the University of Southern California.
You can contact the author on Facebook. https://www.facebook.com/StefanAngelinaMcElvain/ or Twitter @stefanangelinaM
Excerpt
I phoned my regular customers and told them, “I’m going freelance.” To a tee, they all said, “It’s about time. We have your number. We’ll call.”
Idiot me thought they’d phone the next day. How stupid could I be!
I took a job at the local coffee shop, cleaning tables to pay the rent.
A month went by, and finally, I had a couple of calls.
Mary was the first.
She phoned me. “Willy, it’s Mary. There’s a blockage in the downstairs bathroom.”
“Don’t worry. No job’s too small... or too large. My call-out fee is thirty dollars.”
“That’s too low. When can you be here?”
My shift ends in half an hour.
“I’m finishing up a job. I can be there in an hour. Same address?”
“Yes, I’ll be expecting you.”
It took me forty minutes to get there. Traffic was light, but it still took me forever. I forgot what a nice neighborhood she lives in. Good, I can park in the driveway. I put on my leather tool belt, picked up my toolbox, and knocked on the door. I’m late, and she’s right. I’m underselling myself. This is close to where I live, and it took ages to get here. I could easily lose fifty minutes each way. That makes it less than fifteen dollars an hour. I get paid as much cleaning tables.
“Willy, thank God you came. I’m at my wit’s end. The bathroom is at the end of the hallway. It doesn’t work.”
Mary was five-feet-one and wearing a loose brown top with a wraparound caftan skirt. I guessed her age as late thirties.
She’s kept herself in shape... short dirty-blonde hair, green eyes, and a dimple in her left cheek when she smiles. It’s slightly off-center—sexy cute. She’s hot. How come I never noticed how alluring she is on my previous visits? Focus. I’ve a job to do.
I gave her a hug. She melted into me, and I whispered, “Don’t worry, Mary. It’s not the end of the world. I’ll fix it, or my name’s not Willy.”
“I knew I could rely on you.”
She squeezed my ass, and I responded by giving her a peck on the cheek.
Mary smiled and said, “Follow me, it’s this way.”
Buy links
Extasy Books // Amazon // Smashwords
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