Good things come in big packages…
Bebe Anderson, aka ‘Mizz Moneypitz’ is new to town: penning her popular blog for crazy fixer-uppers like herself, rehabbing her own money pit, and doing her damnedest to avoid the perv next door. The last thing she expected was to fall for taciturn hunk Tommy Branson, he of the noisy delivery truck that rumbles past her windows daily. Pretty soon, she’s cooking up all sorts of schemes to get Mr. Tall, Dark, and Sweaty over her crumbling door stoop, and into her bed.
And she intends on doing some unwrapping.
Ex-Marine Tommy Branson ain’t loving life lately. He’s got a back-busting gig offloading junk to annoying customers, a dad deep in the throes of Alzheimer’s, and a buncha buddies who get their jollies razzing him for living like a monk. But things perk up fast when gorgeous Bebe in her shorty-shorts moves into that piece of crap dump. Talk about torment… This sassy stunner appears hellbent on driving him, and what’s under his khakis, stark-raving mad.
Need it now? Hell, and then some...