Carpenter by Flora Ferrari

I’m Christian “Chiseled” Carpenter, and I’ve got the hardest tool in the shed.

I custom design and build beds by day and women fabricate ways to get in mine by night. Fancy hotels and ritzy resorts pay top dollar for what these hands can do. Ladies get a different kind of handiwork…strong, callused hands with the skill and grip to handle a woman like she’s never been handled before. One tantalizing touch, masculine massage, and come-hither finger curl in just the right spot have them begging for a deep drilling… Until her.She’s professional, smart, and has a strength I’ve never experienced before…the steel to tell me no. But I’ve got brass balls, even when I find out I’m her dad’s best friend.

I measure her up, but she cuts me off. She’s bored by my attempts to get her under my thumb. I can’t concentrate, and now I’m getting glue all over my wood when I should be sawing logs. She wants me to build her a sectional for her swanky spa, but I’m so for building a lot more. When it comes to being the perfect woman, she hits the nail on the head. She’s one-of-a-kind, with zero notches in her bedpost, and I’m going to do whatever it takes to make her mine.