FIXER UPPER: A Henry the Handyman Tale

About Fixer Upper:

Newly divorced Thea Delaney is enjoying a peaceful first evening in her very own home when her bathtub comes crashing through the ceiling. Enter Henry, the handsome, young handyman with a killer smile and perfect biceps. Thea is smitten.

Reeling from a bad breakup, Henry Cooper just wants to put in an honest day’s work, but the handsy cougars won’t leave him alone. When Henry goes to work for Thea, a curvy, middle-aged schoolteacher who loves to bake, he is charmed by her easy blush and intrigued by the juicy paperback on her nightstand.

Weeks of flirty banter ratchet up the heat, but if Henry can’t convince Thea his attraction is real before the project is done, their fragile connection may fold like a house of cards.

Fixer Upper is the steamy story Ruthie (Cupid’s Fall #2) shares with Cupid while he’s working in her home. This spinoff novella is a standalone story. You won’t find any gods here – just excruciatingly ordinary humans like you and me.

And here’s a teaser for you!

Henry side-eyed the apricot scone as if it were bringing itself to his lips. “I thought we talked about this, Thea.”

“I never made any promises,” Thea said, quite proud of her boldness.

“What am I gonna do with you?”

Oh, she had plenty of ideas, all of them inappropriate.

“You’re just gonna have to deal with it.” Well, look at you—flirting!

Henry leaned back in his chair and laughed, and the sound sent a thrill down Thea’s spine. “Okay, then,” Henry said. “I guess this concludes our first official status meeting on the project. Same time tomorrow?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Henry thanked her for the scone as he rose to set his plate on the counter. Patting his belly, he said, “That’ll cost me an extra ten minutes on the treadmill, but it was worth it.”

“Oh!”

Henry slanted his head. “Oh?”

“I, uh . . . you go to the gym?” Good Lord, Thea, why are you having this conversation? “I mean, I just assumed because you’re doing all kinds of manual labor at work all day, you must just naturally keep in shape.” Her cheeks were so hot, she could’ve fried an egg on her face.

“Thanks, but actually I don’t get much of an aerobic workout most days on the job, and I can’t get the muscle definition I want without lifting weights.”

Her gaze gravitated to Henry’s arms—Thea’s weakness. If Michael hadn’t had such nice biceps when they’d met, she might never have given him a second look. Could have saved herself fifteen years with Mr. Wrong.

And yet, here she was, drooling over Henry’s muscles. Have you learned nothing?

She snapped her focus upward, where she was met by Henry’s waiting gaze.

Busted.

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