Home Improvement
by Tara Lain
Blurb:
Romance on Aisle Sixteen—opposites attract amid the hammers and screws of the home improvement store.
Gabe Mason became a father at seventeen, and his daughter, Ellie, is the most important thing in his life. But being the parent the courts demand means Gabe has given up most of his dreams—education, making furniture, a gay social life—to be a model dad with a steady, reliable job in a home improvement store. Life’s predictable until Jerry, a shy, eccentric guy in a hat and sunglasses, begs Gabe to oversee the renovation of his run-down mansion.
Gabe loves the house and the work, and Jerry's pretty lovable too, but when Gabe discovers Jerry’s secret identity, he fears their passion could overturn both their lives forever.
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Excerpt
Excerpt 2 – Home Improvement – A Love Story
From the driveway, a flagstone walk led onto a
lawn. He peered around the corner just as Jerry stepped out on one of several
large wooden porches and waved. “Here.”
Oddly, the walkway stopped, and there didn’t
seem to be a clear path to where Jerry was standing, so Gabe struck out across
the grass, found another walkway leading down the side of the hill, and took it
to the porch. “Hi. This isn’t an easy place to find.”
Jerry smiled. He’d taken off his glasses, but
he still wore the beanie. “I’m glad you found it.” His voice seemed to have
dropped half an octave since earlier at the ImproveMart, and it shivered down
Gabe’s spine. “Please come in.”
Even on the porch, it wasn’t completely clear
where a person was supposed to enter the house. There were doors on two
different walls, but Gabe followed Jerry through the entrance on the back wall
of the porch and stopped. “Whoa.”
Spread out in front of him was a wide-open
house with thick plaster walls, polished-wood ceilings, a huge two-story great
room with floor-to-ceiling windows, and a hand-polished wooden staircase
leading to a second floor. The whole thing was run-down and in need of repair,
but what an amazing house.
Gabe shook his head. “This is fantastic. How
did you ever find it?”
“I saw it online and called the real estate
agent.”
Gabe glanced at Jerry. Apparently in the
comfort of his own home, the guy could actually put an entire sentence
together. While you couldn’t describe him as relaxed, he didn’t appear to be
ready to run. In fact he grinned. “Want to see the rest?”
“Sure.” He could hardly wait, actually. The
place was some marvelous mix of midcentury and craftsman styles with all the
wood details Gabe loved.
Jerry walked to the great room first—and great
it was. A huge fan in the shape of giant palm fronds was suspended from the
center of the soaring ceiling. Gabe pointed. “Does it work?”
Jerry shook his head. “No. It needs fixing.”
In the center of the room, in front of a giant
fireplace that Gabe would bet also didn’t work, sat two plastic camp chairs—all
the furniture in the entire room.
Off the great room was a smaller paneled
library. After Gabe looked into it, Jerry led him back across the big room and
up the beautiful staircase to the second floor. A long hall illuminated by
skylights stretched in front of them.
Jerry laughed, and it was a light, airy sound
that bounced through Gabe’s belly like a swig of champagne. “I think I must get
a cat. Can’t you see a cat chasing a toy down this hall?”
“How many bedrooms and baths?”
“Five of each. One bath downstairs. I’ll show
you when we go back down.”
Each bedroom had some kind of damage—peeling
drywall, water-soaked woodwork, and stained carpet. The bathrooms were a
particular mess with old, rust-stained fixtures.
Finally, they got to the end of the hall and
stepped into what had to be the master—a huge room with floor-to-ceiling
windows on two walls. Gabe drew a breath. “This is gorgeous. The light’s
magical.”
“Yes. It’s one of my favorite rooms.”
Gabe glanced at the mattress lying on the floor
covered in mussed sheets directly under a skylight. Must be quite a view. He
swallowed hard.
The tour went back downstairs, and Gabe saw the
wreck of a kitchen. “Does the cooktop even work?”
“No.”
Several pizza boxes lay on the large central
island.
Finally, they walked out the dining room french
doors to a huge backyard. “How big is the property?”
“Two and a half acres.”
“Wow.” The centerpiece of the back was an
enormous pool, not quite Olympic standard, but it would have served a
good-sized community. “At least it’s full of water. It must not be in too bad
repair.”
“No, it’s pretty good, but the filter equipment
is total trash. It leaks like the West Wing.”
Gabe snorted. Who dreamed Jerry had a sense of
humor?
Jerry turned in a circle, like he was seeing
the mansion for the first time. “It’d been on the market for years and people
were scared off by all the work.”
Gabe stared at him. Giving the tour, Jerry had
put together the most words he’d spoken end to end since Gabe met him. “And
you’re not scared of the work?”
Jerry shook his head and grinned like a loon. Clearly, this was his
baby. “No, I’m not worried.” His smile lit up his face, making his unusual eyes
shine. “Not since I met you.”
About the Author
Tara Lain believes in happy ever afters – and magic. Same thing. In fact, she says, she doesn’t believe, she knows. Tara shares this passion in her best-selling stories that star her unique, charismatic heroes — the beautiful boys of romance — and adventurous heroines. Quarterbacks and cops, werewolves and witches, blue collar or billionaires, Tara’s characters, readers say, love deeply, resolve seemingly insurmountable differences, and ultimately live their lives authentically. After many years living in southern California, Tara, her soulmate honey and her soulmate dog decided they wanted less cars and more trees, prompting a move to Ashland, Oregon where Tara’s creating new stories and loving living in a small town with big culture. Likely a Gryffindor but possessed of Parseltongue, Tara loves animals of all kinds, diversity, open minds, coconut crunch ice cream from Zoeys, and her readers. She also loves to hear from you.
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