Ryan Brothers Renovations Collection

By Kali Hart

Four younger curvy heroines. Four older blue collar heroes. Four short insta love romances.

Ryan Brothers Renovations Collection is a four-part series of sweet & steamy short insta-love romances featuring older blue collar men and younger curvy women.

 

Check out Duke, Easton, Flint, and Levi if you enjoy protective passionate heroes who will do anything for the women they love and confident curvy heroines who don't need a man but secretly want one. Four HEAs. NO cliffhangers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jackie M. Wallick
• Release date: Jan 29, 2021
• ISBN: 9798223315605

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Ryan Brothers Renovations Collection

RYAN BROTHERS RENOVATIONS COLLECTION

KALI HART

Ryan Brothers Renovations is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Copyright © 2021 by Kali Hart

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval systems, without express written permission from the author/publisher, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

CONTENTS

Ryan Brothers Renovations Series

Duke

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Epilogue

Easton

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Epilogue

Flint

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Epilogue

Levi

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Epilogue

RYAN BROTHERS RENOVATIONS SERIES

DUKE - Duke & Sadie

EASTON - Easton & Emma

FLINT - Flint & Amber

LEVI - Levi & Kate

DUKE

RYAN BROTHERS RENOVATIONS BOOK 1

1

SADIE

Some women get a new haircut after a breakup.

Me? Apparently, I redecorate. Loose translation: I angry paint with wine.

I can fix this, I say to my best friend Kate, ignoring the doubtful raised eyebrow she sends me via the phone screen. I can fix this. Those famous last words will no doubt be the epitaph on my tombstone one day.

"Is it really that bad?" Kate’s been on the opposite side of the country for almost four months now, and I’m really tired of talking to her from a distance. But I remind myself, for the third time today, that she’ll be home in eight months and three days. And twelve hours. But who’s counting? At least I can see her smiling face—or as is the case in this moment her concerned face—on my screen.

Let’s just say whoever let me buy a paint brush should be charged for selling me a deadly weapon. I can stun a person blind in here.

Have you put the wine away?

Both bottles. Two nights ago. There’s not a drop left in this small house, and the hangover I suffered yesterday isn’t worth buying more. In fact, I may never drink again.

He’s not worth all this, you know.

Wish someone had been able to drive that point home before I decided to paint my walls dark red. Yeah, I get that now. I have a way of picking the worst men. The ones who are charming and sweet until they get in your pants. Then their true colors come out. My latest mistake thought he could control my diet. Bastard. But his most serious offense was when he tried to eliminate ice cream from my life.

Show me the damage, Kate insists.

I flip the camera on my phone and take her on the tour of my dad’s guest home, hoping the light will hide the worst of it. Living here is a temporary arrangement while I save up a down payment for my own house. Though I was given permission to decorate as I saw fit, I doubt this is what he meant. So? I ask at the conclusion of the tour.

It looks like you set a kindergartener with a paint sprayer loose in there. Sadie, what were you thinking?

I’m thinking it’s a good thing I didn’t have access to a paint sprayer under the influence of merlot.

Has your dad seen it?

Not to my knowledge. Considering the guest house is in Dad’s backyard, he sometimes pops by unannounced. It’s anyone’s guess if he’s witnessed the horror himself. I plan to fix this disaster before he gets the chance. If it’s not too late.

Maybe you should hire someone.

If I ever hope to move out of this place, hiring a professional is off the table. The cost is too steep. I’m sober. I’m capable. I just need a neutral paint color.

And about four heavy coats to cover up that gawdy color. Seriously, what were you thinking? Kate presses. Did you want to become a vampire or something?

Or something.

Four coats? I whimper, already kissing my free evenings goodbye this week.

If you’re lucky. That’s a dark color.

Suppose I better get some paint.

Anything but red, Kate teases.

Right.

And Sadie?

Yeah?

"He was a loser. You deserve someone who treats you right in every way. Kate wriggles her eyebrows at me suggestively. I laugh long and hard for the first time since I kicked said loser to the curb. Don’t settle. You’re better than that."

Love you, Kate. Saying goodbye hurts my heart a little. I miss her so much. We’ve been best friends since the third grade. We even went to the same college. This is the first time we’ve ever been apart this long.

Kate blows me a kiss before the call ends. The absence of her cheerful face forces me to confront the disaster that happened all over my guest cottage walls. I really hope my dad hasn’t seen the deep red walls. If the tacky color wasn’t enough, the strokes are uneven in many places. I hit the baseboard and window trim in dozens of places. What a nightmare.

At least my toes look good, I mutter to myself, happy that I made one good decision this weekend. Never in my life has a pedicure been a bad thing.

I snatch my purse off the floor near the front door—luckily I moved most of the furniture into a spare room before I painted—and slip on a pair of flip-flops. With one more remorseful look at the hideous tragedy that has befallen my living room, I reach for the doorknob and step outside. Right into a brick wall.

A very yummy smelling brick wall that’s not a brick wall at all. But a man.

DUKE

Whoa there, I say to the young woman who’s just walked straight into my chest. Wavy caramel hair cascades around her shoulders, hiding her face for the first few moments. I place a gentle hand on her shoulder, trying to steady her.

A sizzle of electricity travels up my hand on a clear path to my chest. Shit, that’s not good.

Sorry about that, the woman says to me, brushing away the wavy locks. Revealing crystal blue eyes that nearly stop my heart.

Are you Sadie? I ask, finding any other words impossible right now. Swallowing down a lump, I wait for that one key answer. If this curvy beauty is Sadie Michaels, I’m in a whole helluva lot of trouble. I wonder if I can convince her to stay at a hotel for a few days while I repaint her home. Having her within reach could be a serious problem.

Yes. Her narrowed, cautious eyes sweep over my body. No doubt noting the paint splattered overalls and work boots. Who are you?

I’m Duke Ryan. From Ryan Brothers Renovations. My words rush together, and I’m not even sure she caught my name until she repeats it.

Duke.

That’s right, I say, forcing some calm back into my shaky voice. Fuck me, I’m in so much trouble. Sadie Michaels is the daughter of our company’s highest paying client. I’ve been hired for a side job, but Ben was very clear about one thing: keep my hands off his daughter.

From a renovation company?

I rub my hand hard into the back of my neck as the pieces fall together. She doesn’t know. Your dad hired me. To repaint your living room.

Sadie’s cute cheeks flash a deep shade of red that I dare say makes her even sexier than she already is. I’m drawn to her in an unexplainable way. I’d like to think it’s because she’s off limits to me. But it’s more than that. I’ve literally just met this woman, and yet I swear I’m seeing flashes of a future together. That I can blame on the serious lack of sleep these past couple of weeks.

I’m handling that, she says, closing the door behind her and stepping around me. I don’t need your help. Sorry for the confusion, but you can go. I’m not paying you to paint my house.

Her dad warned me she might act this way. Your dad’s paying. He gave me a key.

Sadie groans, then spins around. He did what now?

I’m under strict orders to do the job. When Ben first asked me to take on a side job, I was thrilled for the chance to earn a little cash on the side. I’ve been saving up to buy my own fishing boat, taking on extra work when I can. I’ve been spread a little thin recently trying to make that happen. But I wasn’t about to turn down the extra cash from our best client.

No. Sadie folds her arms across her chest. She has to be completely unaware of how that one gesture lifts her bountiful tits. What I wouldn’t give to suckle those nipples … Get it together, Duke. She’s off limits.

I fish out my phone —any excuse to look away from that entrancing sight—and search for Ben’s number.

What are you doing? she asks as I put the phone to my ear. She doesn’t know I haven’t pushed the call button yet.

I was told to call your dad if you refused to let me in. It’s a bluff. He warned me she might fight me on this, and said if that happened, he would talk to her. But now that I’m here, I can’t stand the thought of leaving her presence. The yearning is so powerful I can’t begin to untangle any of it.

Sadie lets out a heavy, defeated sigh. Fine. Come in. Let me show you the damage. Hand on the doorknob, she looks over her shoulder. If you have a heart attack, that’s on you.

I think she’s joking. Until I step across the threshold. I’m assaulted by the deep, bold red color. The uneven brush strokes. The splatters of paint on every piece of trim I can spot. What happened here?

Merlot.

That explains some of it. This is worse than I anticipated. What I thought would be a two-day job tops is looking like a minimum of three. I’m fortunate my brothers can spare most of my help on our main project this week.

I was on my way to get paint, she says.

No wine?

Sadie’s tense expression softens into the most beautiful smile as she lets out a tiny laugh. No wine. Ever again.

Let’s go get some paint.

2

SADIE

I’m furious with my dad for hiring a professional painter. Not because I couldn’t use the help—a blind man could see that I could use the help—but because he didn’t tell me. I stab out a text to him, then shove my phone into my purse as we ride in Duke’s truck to the hardware store.

You said you and your brothers flip houses? I ask.

Yeah. He keeps his eyes on the road, casually switching hands on the wheel. My eyes are drawn to those strong fingers. A fantasy flashes through my mind of those same fingers raking their way over my naked body.

I might be annoyed at my dad for the way this all came about. But I’m not one bit sad at the man he sent over. Duke is hot. Hotter than hot. He could melt the North Pole in the dead of winter. In other words, the perfect distraction.

We started the company about five years ago, after my parents passed away, Duke adds after making a left turn through a busy intersection.

I’m sorry for your loss, I say sincerely. I lost my mom about the same time. I know how much that totally sucks. But I can’t imagine losing both parents at once. I wonder if the tragedy brought his brothers together or they’d always been close. The