Warning: This show contains scenes of sexual tension.
Hosting a new TV show is a fantasy-turned-reality for diva decorator Sophia Holbrook. But concentrating on color swatches is hard when all she can think of is her studly cohost, contractor Fynn Babineau. These two may clash over blueprints and budgets on-screen, but with the lust palpable between them, rumor has it they have been putting more than just their heads together behind the scenes....
What secrets will the cameras expose? Tune in tonight to find out.
Viewer discretion advised. Mature audiences only.
Contemporary, sexy stories for sassy women
Cosmo Red-Hot Reads from Mills & Boon
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Dear Reader,
Thank you for picking up a copy of Nailed, my debut book with Cosmo Red-Hot Reads from Mills & Boon. Iâm super excited to be sharing this story with you.
Iâve been telling stories for as long as I can remember. As a child, those stories got me in trouble with my parents. But as an adult, Iâm fortunate to be able to tell them for a living.
Nailed was inspired by my love of home improvement shows. Itâs safe to say that Iâm addicted to watching the men and women on HGTV brighten the lives of those around them. Naturally, my mind took a turn for the naughty as my hero and heroine maneuver their way around each other on the set.
The heart of this book is about self-discovery and giving second chances. Iâm a firm believer in second chances and the power of love. My heroine learns that in order to go forward, sometimes the past needs to be let go.
I hope you enjoy my debut Cosmo Red-Hot Reads from Mills & Boon book. I love to hear from readers, so please drop by my website, www.christinedabo.com.
Have fun and stay sexy,
Christine dâAbo
Chapter One
Production meeting for show Impact Load scheduled for 9:00 a.m. on site Monday. Walk-through and safety checks still required of building. Cam will be gaffing cables after meeting in prep for sound checks. Cast note: curious how Fynn will make out on this oneâbeing pushed into spotlight and also working with the new girl. His preference to stay off camera wonât work this time if Carl has his way.
âImpact Load Production Notes, Brian Merrick, Director
It was a warm morning for early May in Toronto, and I wanted nothing more than to ditch my faux-leather jacket for something lighter. Not that I would. No frigginâ way. Not after the hours Iâd spent picking this ensemble out, making sure I looked the part of the perfect television host. Today was launch day for Impact Load, my brand-new home-improvement show and dream come true. I only had one shot to make a good first impression on the production team and the film and building crews, which meant keeping my jacket in place and praying that I didnât sweat like a man.
We were filming at Trinity House. God, I couldnât believe I was back here after all this time. Itâs weird how a place morphs into this giant thing in your brain as time passes. I was five when I first walked down this pathway toward the shelter with my mom. I swore the large house was actually a castle. It might as well have been given the tiny apartment weâd been living in previously. Now standing here, looking at the peaked roof and long windows with gingerbread woodwork and seeing how much the place had decayed since my mother and I had lived there, broke my heart. Twenty years can change a lot.
I would breathe life back into this place if I had to change out every single board in the building with my own bare hands. I owed it not only to Trinity House, but to myself. I had to give back to the place that gave me and my mom a fresh start, to ensure that other families would have a place to go. Plus, adding some stained-glass inlays to provide additional color and life would show off my design style for the show. That was the whole point of the program after all.
âDammit, theyâre all single-pane windows. Thatâs going to be expensive to switch out.â
I jumped and spun around so quickly my coffee sloshed out from the opening of its plastic lid and burned the side of my hand. âShit!â
âSorry, I didnât mean to startle you.â The man was incredibly handsome, though his scowl made his full lips sag and his laugh lines droop. His black hair lacked any sort of obvious product and yet still managed to lie in exactly the best way possible to highlight his crystal-blue eyes. He looked familiarâI felt like I had seen him before. Or maybe it was just those insanely good looks.
He cleared his throat as his gaze slipped down my body.
Oh, hello there. âThatâs okay. Good to know my coffee can wake me up one way or the other.â Iâm not a natural flirt, but I like to try whenever the opportunity allows. This guy was a temptation I wouldnât be able to resist. Plus, it would add some sizzle to my Monday morning.