Author: Emma Hart
Release date: October 31, 2017
(Sub)genres: Romantic Comedy
Buy: Amazon US ~ Amazon UK
I received this book from Inkslinger PR in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
One single dad.
One set of twins.
And the wall isn’t the only thing being drilled…
I learned the hard way that being a handywoman isn’t easy. The questions, the stares—the assumption I’m the proud owner of a cock and balls. Not that it matters. I’ve proven over and over that I’m ready for anything the judgmental asses throw at me.
Except the hot, single dad of twins who just moved to town.
Brantley Cooper gets the shock of his life when I show up on his doorstep to fix up his kids’ new rooms. His son is confused why ‘the pretty lady has a drill,’ and his daughter has a new obsession—me.
On paper, my job is easy. Go in, do their bedrooms, and leave.
In theory, I’m spending eight hours a day with a guarded, sexy as hell guy, and I’m staying for dinner more often than I’m eating it alone, on my couch, with Friends re-runs.
I shouldn’t be staying for dinner. I shouldn’t be helping him out with the twins. I shouldn’t be falling in love with tiny toes and dimpled cheeks.
And I most definitely should not be kissing my client.
I read all kinds of books, from very sweet to very dark and everything in between. The more ‘difficult’ books can influence my mood, and the only thing that helps is a cute story. And that’s what Miss Fix-It is for me. It’s a swoony story about a couple with great chemistry and two sweet 4-year-olds. I adore this book.
“You make me laugh,” he said softly, as if he could read my mind. “Sometimes, it feels like I’m nothing more than Dad. But, with you…When you’re around…You make me feel like I’m me again.”
Kali doesn’t have an average job. Well, it’s a normal job for men, but not many women work as a handyman. Where many women work at an office or with children, Kali is in her element with installing new kitchens or assembling furniture. And she’s good at it; she has taken over her father’s business and the townspeople are used to the idea of a handywoman. While her work is going well, Kali’s love life is non-existing. That changes when single dad Brantley moves into town. He’s her client (and thus off limits), but she can’t resist him and his kids.
“Lips. Mine. “I can’t,” I whispered. “You can,” he whispered right back. “Once, Kali. Just once. Be mine. Right now. Tonight. Stop fighting it.” He was right. I wanted him. I wanted this.”
Miss Fix-It is a romantic comedy full of funny banter and sweet moments. The story told from Kali’s POV, and through her eyes the reader meets Brantley, and of course his twins, Eleanor and Elijah. As already said, Miss Fix-It is a cute story. For once no drama and miscommunication, just two people who get to know each other and know the other one is special.
“Daddy was sad. Den we moved here.” She dropped her eyes and played with the screws in her hand. “Den you came. And now Daddy is happy. And, and, sometimes, when I’m sad, Daddy kisses me and den I’m happy again. So, I fort maybe you kissed Daddy and made him happy again.”
I love Miss Fix-It. I wanted a funny, cute story and that’s what I got. Given all the teasers I expected a more ‘sexy’ story, but it’s so much more than that. Of course, Kali and Brantley ‘work’ on their relationship (and they are hot…), but it’s also about rethinking your ideas about your future. I love Kali and Brantley, but Brantley’s twins really steal the show. Their antics remind me so much of my own kids, and my daughter talked the same way when she was younger.
“I didn’t tell you that I don’t just like you. I didn’t tell you that I’m falling in love with you, and I should have. I didn’t tell you—” This time, the cut-off kiss was mine. I shut him up. “I didn’t tell you that I’m falling in love with you,” I echoed.”
Miss Fix-It made my smile a lot, I give the story of Brantley, Kali and the twins 4.5 stars.
“Deal with it,” I echoed, my mouth dry. “What exactly do you mean by that?”
He glanced at my mouth.
“Okay, but, um, here’s the thing.” I couldn’t breathe. I sounded like a panting idiot trying to get the words out between each short, sharp breath I took. “This,” I motioned between us, “is bad.”
“Bad.” His lips tugged to the side.
“Yes. Because,”—help. Someone help—“because this isn’t allowed. Company rules. No cavorting with clients.”
“No cavorting with clients.” That half-smile turned into a full-blown grin. “That’s very…proper.”
“Well, I can’t exactly put, “No sleeping with the clients” now, can I?”
“You could have, but it would have been unfortunately precise.”
“I should change that.”
I licked my lips. “You should agree. Because this is—”
“Bad. You said.” More lip twitching.
“I thought you were sorry you made it awkward by kissing me.”
“That was before I found out you were attracted to me. Now, I’m a lot less sorry I kissed you.”
Oh. Well. Fair enough.
“Should I take back my acceptance of your apology?” I asked.
“You should stop talking and see how you feel when I’ve kissed you again.”