Flint: Ryan Brothers Renovations, #3

By Kali Hart

Amber

My goal is to be the top selling real estate agent in my company.
But if I'm going to make that happen, I need more listings.
The Ryan brothers have taken over the for sale by owner market.
If I can just convince them to let me list their houses, I know I'll meet my goal.
But they're harder sales than I bargained.
Especially the sexy gatekeeper of the group, Flint.
But I don't give up easily.

Flint

We don't work with real estate agents.
A hard and fast rule my brothers and I have always stuck by.
I handle all of our home purchases and sales.
I should turn Amber and her offer away.
But there's something about her that lures me in.
Even if I can't agree to what she wants, I want to counter offer with my heart instead.

Sweet & steamy short story insta-love romance with an older alpha blue collar man and younger curvy woman with an HEA. NO cliffhangers. NO cheating.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jackie M. Wallick
• Release date: Jun 29, 2020
• ISBN: 9798223840060

Book preview

1

AMBER

Guess we don’t have a murder to report, Flint Ryan chuckles, leaning into the island counter separating us in my sister’s kitchen. We both lock eyes on the sledgehammer leaned up against the wall. The same one I failed to wrestle out of Emma’s hands before Easton—Flint’s brother and Emma’s now fiancé—showed up.

I was worried there for a moment, I admit, my voice suddenly wobbly.

He doesn’t know who I am.

I won’t lie. Me too.

Flint turns his entire body to face me in the too-small space, assessing me without discretion. "I don’t need to worry about you picking that thing up next, do I?" Though he wears a hardened expression that only makes his chiseled face even sexier to me, the twinkle in his eyes promises he’s teasing.

No promises. But stay on my good side, and your odds are decent.

His low, rumbly laugh awakens something inside me. Warmth spreads through my chest. What do I have to do to stay on your good side? he asks.

I want to groan. That was so obvious. So lame. Everything I really want to say is lodged in a heated tangle somewhere in my throat.

Come on, Girl. Let’s get real. I’m not brave enough to put those fantasies to words. And if I’m being honest, I’m not stupid either. Not if I want to form an alliance with the Ryan brothers. And I need this alliance if I want to take that top spot as the number one listing agent.

Flint takes a step closer, reaching out a hand. Is this gorgeous man I just met going to kiss me?

Well shit. In two seconds flat, I’m completely swept away by the fantasy of being the next Benson sister to be carried off to a bedroom. Like Emma was just minutes ago. It’s the very reason Flint and I are left alone in her kitchen.

My eyes fall shut. My mouth parts. I should probably stop what’s happening. I don’t even know how any of this is possible. But Flint’s proximity reminds me just how long it’s been since I’ve been kissed.

I feel the gentlest brush of his fingers on my shoulder.

Then … nothing.

Paint chip. On your shoulder, he says. It’s gone now.

My eyes flutter open, my face hotter than the oven that’s still on from earlier. I don’t know what Emma was planning to make since it’s empty, but I turn it off now. It gives me an excuse to step away from the sinfully hot man in a tool belt and Wranglers. Maybe find my senses while I’m at it.

For weeks, I’ve been leaving Flint Ryan messages—messages he never returns. He handles all the purchasing and selling of the homes he and his brothers flip. I’ve been offering to use my real estate network to create a partnership with Ryan Brothers Renovations. I’ve seen his face on their website, but meeting the man in person elevates his hotness to another level.

A level that makes it so damn hard to concentrate. It’s off-putting. I’m usually focused on my goal. Never distracted by good looks. But Flint Ryan is giving me a run for my money.

Did you— Flint is interrupted by a loud moan and bang from down the hall.

Well, this is about to get awkward, I mumble, reminded that my sister is in her bedroom with her new fiancé. I doubt she’ll be interested in my company before tomorrow. Maybe not even then. "Want to grab a bite to eat? Maybe somewhere that’s not here?" I’m hoping if I can get him alone and relaxed, I might be able to have a conversation about that partnership. One he can’t so easily ignore like a voicemail.

You asking me on a date? Flint teases.

Finding control of my heartrate again—and a little of