Title: Stud
Author: Kelly Siskind
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: January 31, 2018
A Habitat for Humanity project that erects more than walls…
Ainsley Hall’s manicured nails belong in the Museum of Modern Art.
The fashionista hammers nails at Habitat for Humanity.
She desperately wants to nail Owen Phillips.
Unfortunately, she mistakenly thinks he’s gay.
Owen’s never-ending divorce has taken a turn from messy to downright vindictive. Yearning for the simpler things in life, like working with his hands, he joins a Habitat build. Turns out he also wants to work over Ainsley Hall…but the confusing bombshell flirts blatantly with other men.
When Ainsley discovers Owen’s true sexuality, their mutual attraction ignites, but he hasn’t shared the extent of his divorce drama. If he can’t disprove his ex’s false allegations, it will take more than hammers and nails (and nailing studs) to keep their walls from caving in.
Her gaze dipped down my body, slow and languid, soaking me in. Something in me twitched to life, like a phantom limb reminding me hot blood once pumped through my veins. All my veins. My groin got heavy, heat flushing my thighs. Because she looked at me.
I let that notion marinate and did my best to keep my brain on target. “If you plan on volunteering, show up at the construction site at 8:30 a.m. sharp. Nick will take you through the paces.”
“Will you be here?”
“Possibly.”
“Are you here every day?”
“Some.”
“Do you often answer questions with one word?”
“Depends.”
She tipped her head, those stunning eyes intent upon me. Suddenly, heading home for beers and pizza didn’t sound as appealing. I dug my boots deeper into the earth.
She swiped her tongue across her full bottom lip. “All right, tough guy. I’ll be here next week, volunteer ready, where you may or may not be, depending on if you do or do not decide to show up.”
Every word dripped with flirtatiousness, but I stayed quiet. The way I’d all but grunted at her so far, probably better to keep my mouth shut.
So we stood there—her waiting on me to speak, a skateboarder barreling down the road at our left. Me unsure why she was affecting me.
I missed being with a woman. Missed the slide of soft skin and wet mouths, and locking my girl in my arms for the night. But I’d sworn I’d do it right this time. Not rush in. Make sure I dated someone with depth and interests outside of making bank. Everything about this spitfire girl read narcissistic.
When our silence slipped into awkward, she fluttered her fingers in my face. “It’s been…interesting.”
I offered her a curt nod.
Chuckling to herself, she spun around, but her right heel wedged into the loose dirt. Those damn shoes were lethal. She sank an inch and teetered, but seemed to catch herself. Then her massive purse fell. The thick strap landed on her forearm, tipping the balance. She shot out her hand, struggling to stay upright.
I lunged for her, clasping her trim waist to hold her steady. And close. Too close. Not near enough for her to feel how I was thickening behind my zipper, but the air swelled. It dilated with feminine scents. Something sweet. Nice.
She smelled like chocolate.
My hands spanned her waist from behind, her curves above and below all woman. Hour glass, like a modern-day Marilyn Monroe. Jean Harlow. Mae West. Over the years, I’d watched every classic movie there was, wishing I could slip to a time when men danced and women sang and loyalty and love were valued over getting ahead. An old soul, my nana always said. Or a romantic. Or just plain trouble.
Now I had my hands on a dangerous beauty.
I received an advanced copy of this book with the promise of an honest review.
Ainsley really enjoys her job, but she hates what it represents. Personal shopping is fun, when she is buying suits for successful business men and not when she is buying presents for their mistresses. So she decides to make some changes (ya know...good karma and all that).
When Ainsley shows up to inquire about volunteering with Habitat for Humanity, she meets Owen. He immediately puts Ainsley into the “spoiled rich girl” category and makes a terrible first impression. But despite the rocky start, they become friends. Owen quickly realizes that his assumptions about Ainsley were completely wrong. They each have their own reasons for volunteering. Reasons that put them on even ground. But Ainsley is convinced that Own is gay (her gaydar is very broken!) and she has no shot with him, despite the intense sexual tension that you could have cut with a knife. The two of them spending time together is both refreshing and sexually frustrating. (For them and me!) But also super fun to watch play out.
Every time I read one of Kelly’s books, I gain a new book boyfriend and Owen may be my favorite of all the Siskind men. *sigh* I looooooooooooved him. Kelly has this way of writing characters that make you think “Yes! I want that. I didn’t even know I wanted that quality in a man!” Owen is an old soul. He's a self professed nerd and is not afraid to admit it. He likes books. Old movies. And he knows how to dance! His Nana taught him how to treat a lady and that results in some major swoon worthy moments. He is just the sweetest guy and if I could, I would Weird Science the crap out of him. And keep him for myself. Sorry everyone else!
When Ainsley shows up to inquire about volunteering with Habitat for Humanity, she meets Owen. He immediately puts Ainsley into the “spoiled rich girl” category and makes a terrible first impression. But despite the rocky start, they become friends. Owen quickly realizes that his assumptions about Ainsley were completely wrong. They each have their own reasons for volunteering. Reasons that put them on even ground. But Ainsley is convinced that Own is gay (her gaydar is very broken!) and she has no shot with him, despite the intense sexual tension that you could have cut with a knife. The two of them spending time together is both refreshing and sexually frustrating. (For them and me!) But also super fun to watch play out.
Every time I read one of Kelly’s books, I gain a new book boyfriend and Owen may be my favorite of all the Siskind men. *sigh* I looooooooooooved him. Kelly has this way of writing characters that make you think “Yes! I want that. I didn’t even know I wanted that quality in a man!” Owen is an old soul. He's a self professed nerd and is not afraid to admit it. He likes books. Old movies. And he knows how to dance! His Nana taught him how to treat a lady and that results in some major swoon worthy moments. He is just the sweetest guy and if I could, I would Weird Science the crap out of him. And keep him for myself. Sorry everyone else!
A small-town girl at heart, Kelly moved from the city to open a cheese shop with her husband in northern Ontario. When she’s not neck deep in cheese or out hiking, you can find her, notepad in hand, scribbling down one of the many plot bunnies bouncing around in her head. She laughs at her own jokes and has been known to eat her feelings—gummy bears heal all. She’s also an incurable romantic, devouring romance novels into the wee hours of the morning.
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