Mending her Heart: Hot & Heavy in Paradise, #8

By Dezi Dixon

Heaven Church leads a double life. The hottest romance author west of the Mississippi she's broken out from her parents control and paved her own life. Mostly. She's living her dream, but only a handful of people know about it.

Sawyer Pierce never expected a woman to knock him on his ass, but a routine job and an accidental peek in the window made him glad he had good reflexes. Who knew a simple gutter job would end up being so much more? Good thing there was one thing he prided himself on, and that was a job well done.

Heaven's mind is in the gutter and she's looking for more with the hottie Handy Helper. Everything is perfect as these two traverse their way together, but Sawyer will risk it all when he lets the cat out of the bag and tells Heaven's deepest secret. Is an over-the-top apology enough to win back her heart or will Sawyer be left at the curb?

Warning: If you're looking for an epic apology, cheesy romance titles, and a book that's punny, search no further. This one's for you.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dezi Dixon
• Release date: Jan 26, 2021
• ISBN: 9781393374251

Book preview

1

Heaven

Kevin! I called as I pulled on my hat. Where are you?

The sweet, lovable poodle stuck his head up from the sofa but didn’t move.

Come on, boy. It’s time to go for a walk.

Most dogs loved walks and got excited. Not Kevin. Currently he was on his way back to a deep sleep. Instead of waiting for him to come to me, I headed over to him, hooked the leash to his collar, and pulled him from his slumber. He groaned as he hit the ground and slowly stretched. I lured him to the door and as soon as I opened it, the skies opened up and rain started coming down in buckets.

Tipping his head in my direction, Kevin gave me a look. Ha-ha-ha, you little turd.

Kevin’s response, a big yawn.

Yeah, fine, go finish that nap, I told him as I unclipped his leash.

My standard-size poodle moseyed back into the living room, eyeing the sofa and then the chair before deciding to take up residence in his favorite chair. Never mind the fact that I’d spent over a hundred dollars on a special dog bed for him a month ago. Since then he’d lain on it once before declaring that it wasn’t as good as my furniture and moving on from it.

Yup, I’d been a few steps away from becoming one of those people.

When I was younger, my brother, Saint, had teased me, saying I’d become the crazy cat lady. I vowed then and there that it would never happen. Now I was pushing thirty, alone, with a dog who acted like a cat.

I wouldn’t blame my name for being single, but with a name like Heaven Church, it made things a little… difficult. My parents were hardcore church-going folks. That’s how my brother and I ended up with names like Saint and Heaven. We were expected to toe the line, and Saint hadn’t made it easier for me to break away if I wanted. I desperately wanted to be myself, but I found it hard to tell them. That’s why they didn’t have a clue what I did to earn my money. Very few people did.

As the rain came down harder, I looked out the windows and noticed rain pouring over the edge of the roof. I didn’t understand a lot about home stuff, but I knew it shouldn’t be doing that. This was another thing about my life. My parents were very traditional. I had been brought up to adhere to certain roles in a household. The fact I owned a home without a man made them crazy. I tried hard to be independent, but there were some things I refused to do. This water raining over the side of my house was above my pay grade.

I picked up the phone and called the only person who came to mind.

Hey, you.

Hi, I need your help.

His deep laugh filled the line. You don’t call. You don’t write. But you need help, and I’m your first call. I see how it goes. Don’t worry, I love you too, sis. What’s up?

I knew Saint would have my back. There’s an issue at the house.

Oh.

What do you mean, ‘oh’?

I’m out of town. How serious is it? Can it wait? I’ll be home in a week.

I’m not sure it can wait that long.

You have a tendency to overreact. Unless it involves fire or water, I bet it can.

Like I said, it’s pretty bad. There’s a waterfall cascading over the side of my house.

Heaven, you’ve always had a flare for the dramatics. You sure it’s that bad?

I snapped a picture and sent it to Saint. Even though he hadn’t said anything, I knew he’d seen it.

Saint? You there?

Uh, yeah, you need to call someone. There’s for sure a problem.

I know! That’s what I told you, dork. What kind of problem do you think it is?

I’m going to guess you need your gutters cleaned. But listen to me, Heaven, don’t call a random company. They take advantage of people like you. Call a friend and see if there’s someone they can recommend. Maybe have a man call.

Saint! I can do this on my own, I protested.

"Sis, I didn’t mean to offend you. I’m trying to help. All sorts of companies