Patching her Heart: Hot & Heavy in Paradise, #9

By Dezi Dixon

Ivy Adams has a problem that not just anyone can solve. Her drain has more noodles shoved in it than a freshman dorm. A nursing student mid-semester she doesn't have the money to hire a plumber, but there's always a Handy Helper when you need one.

Rex Johns wasn't looking for a woman, but one that loved to eat, yeah, sign him up. He had a big snake and knew how to use it. When his camera fit down her drains, there was no going back.

Ivy's enjoying her time with Rex more than anything, but not enough to give up a Thanksgiving meal at home. When he surprises her with a bag of tacos, but finds Ivy gone, Rex panics. Did she take off on him or will her turkey be stuffed for the holiday?

Warning: If you're wanting to get stuffed, snaked, and drained, this book has it all.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dezi Dixon
• Release date: Jan 26, 2021
• ISBN: 9781393218852

Book preview

1

Ivy

An air bubble rose from the drain and, with a glorious pop, spread disgusting water particles across my face and over my glasses.

Ewww. I hurried to wipe the liquid off my face. The glasses needed more help than I could give them while perched on a step stool holding a plunger over top of my plugged kitchen sink.

The sink gurgled, and I waited helplessly to see if maybe this would work and I’d get my kitchen running again.

Did it work? My friend Letty asked over the phone I’d precariously positioned on the edge of the counter. I’d put her on speaker when she said she’d help walk me through this next step into my adult life.

From what I’d learned so far, being an adult sucked.

When my parents decided they rather enjoyed the empty nest, they ditched their house in Vegas and bought a tiny vacation bungalow in the south of Florida. With no place to live, I purchased my grandmother’s old home for a steal and decided at twenty-one I was ready to play house.

What they don’t show you on all those fancy HGTV shows is that old houses have a lot of problems. Like more than my grandma and she’d broken two hips! My 1950s bungalow was as old as grandma and it was falling apart just like her too.

I released my death grip on the plunger, leaving it inside the sink, and picked up the phone with one hand. No, it gurgled, but nothing is going down.

Did you try the boiling water thing? Letty asked, still full of optimism.

Yes.

Did you get Drano? she questioned, losing a little of her persistence. I’m aware it’s not great for the environment and all that, but a girl needs to do what a girl needs to do.

Yes, I sighed into the phone. I even tried Drano. I didn’t plan to tell my health-conscious friend, but the harsh chemicals went down the drain first. We were nursing students and understood the dangers of chemicals and their effects on lungs and other cancers, but I’m lazy and really didn’t want to stand on top of my kitchen sink with a plunger.

Alas, that’s where I found myself on a Monday night anyway.

Is there anything you haven’t tried?

I mentally checked off the list of things I had done over the last forty-eight hours to get the smelly disgusting water from my sink. Nope, I don’t think so. I already tried every suggestion on YouTube and on Pinterest. Besides enrolling in a plumbing class, which I didn’t have time for with nursing school, I’d been stuck… Well at least my pipes were.

What am I’m gonna do, Letty? I did not have the money for a plumber.

Her fingers sailed over keys, ticking little typing pecks through my line of the phone. Let me help you.

No thanks. A strip show won’t clean my drain. I mean I’d heard of magical penis and all, but like unicorns, they were a myth.

The last man to get my engine running was named Speedy, and he lived in the top drawer of my dresser. Always around when I needed him, clean, dependable, and he got the job done in record time. Speedy was all I needed and, with the way my life was headed, all I’d have. Between working, school, and then clinicals I didn’t have a lot of free time.

I had, however, mastered all the finer ways to cook a package of Ramen noodles. Seriously, the shit you can find on Pinterest is amazing. For $2.10 I could almost eat gourmet—if you overlooked the MSG content and those carbs.

I can always throw in a show, if you’d like, Letty continued talking as if my concerns weren’t valid. But I’ll also hook you up with a plumber. The only problem is you have to reserve him for a whole week.

"A whole week? If it takes an entire week to unclog my drain, then this house is in trouble."

Letty giggled. Maybe he’ll clean the rest of your pipes too.

"Hardy har har. I want