Title: Plumbers and Other Lovers-Four Short Tales of Love, Lust and Leaky pipes
Author: Spencer Dryden
Publisher: Fireborn Publishing
Cover Artist: Brenna Lyons
Release Date: 5/13/16
Heat Level: 3
Pairing: M/F
Length: 100 pages
Genre/Tags: Erotic Romance, handyman, plumber, humor
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Synopsis
Plumbers and Other Lovers is a
collection of four short stories about skilled tradesmen who stumble into
romantic encounters in the course of their everyday, blue-collar lives.
There is a tale for each season,
beginning in summer with "Summer Heat"; on to fall for "Love
Above See Level"; into the cold of winter with "Then, One Frozen
Christmas Eve"; and finally, spring's "The Accidental Gigolo".
It's four seasons of love and lust among leaky pipes. You won't find alpha
males, billionaire bad boys, or self-destructive egomaniacs among Spencer
Dryden's leading men--just ordinary guys who are drawn into the orbit of some
enticing women.
When the lights are out, the heat is
off, or the pipes are leaking, these are the kind of guys a woman wants to see
at her door: real men with tools and talent--and some smoldering sexuality. There's
humor, tenderness, and plenty of heat in these stories told from the
tradesman's point of view. Dryden's breezy style makes for easy reading,
something to pass the time while waiting for the plumber.
CONTENT ADVISORY: Three of the stories are re-issue re-release titles.
Excerpt
"We require a deposit of three
hundred dollars on all air conditioning repairs," I said, trying to assert
my authority, but my resolve to enforce company policy was eroding fast.
Where did this fantasy start? With
her pale blue eyes raking over my body? With her sumptuous lips begging to be
kissed? Or the rock hard nipples of her perky breasts pushing out on her sweat
stained T-shirt? Actually, I do know, and she knew, too. Honestly, I'm trying
to raise my sights, but when my cock goes up, my field of vision goes down.
Tracy had me had "hello".
She eyed my name tag, then smirked.
"Roach. Are you the kind I step on or the kind I hold with a
tweezers?"
I've heard the tease so many times
it bounced off without producing the rise she was probably hoping for.
"It's Dave, Dave Roach."
"Don't you usually use the
first name?"
"My bosses are a bunch of old
pot-heads. They think it's funny."
Another technician, Donny Tierney,
turned the job down, so dispatch sent it to me. From the moment I saw her
through the eye of my surging cock, I was fondling and licking those nipples,
making them stand like little chocolate confections atop the small, firm mounds
beneath, then hoisting her gymnast's body on to my oaken shaft, ramming her
furiously while she moaned and panted for more.
My mind is easily diverted by
flights of fantasy. Tracy was pushing all the launch buttons, but there was a
job to do and I had to find a way to do it in the midst of a heat wave.
The heating and air-conditioning
business thrives on cold snaps and heat waves. We have them both in
Minneapolis. We encourage people to plan, but truthfully, it's a business built
on failure--the inconvenient failure of heating and cooling systems.
The Grand Opening Tonite banner over
the windows of the old two-story, storefront building told me this was one
desperate woman who had called. The nicely restored bar/grill was stifling from
the heat and stale from the lack of circulation. My mental cash register was
ringing even as I was wondering if she was a natural blonde.
I am sympathetic to tales of woe,
but the company has been stiffed so many times, it's turned my bosses into hard
asses. As I stood in front of her, reciting the prepayment spiel, watching hope
drain from her slumping body, something touched my heart. Actually, it wasn't
my heart, it was my cock--beating back rationality, as I fantasized about what
I would do with her. While she was telling her tale, I had my face buried deep
in her pussy, lapping her juices like a man dying of thirst.
She handed me a cold beer, the
will-bending elixir of male life. Drinking on the job, another taboo, she had
me on the ropes.
"I've put every last cent I
have into this place," she said with fierce pride.
"Don't you have a credit
card?"
"Everything is maxed out."
"This is a bar, you've gotta
have cash in the till."
"I can't tap that or I won't
have enough to make it through the night."
Noticing I was transfixed by her
breasts, she draped a long bar towel over her shoulders, obscuring my view.
"Can't we work something out? I'll be good for it. I've just got to get
the AC going or it's going to ruin my grand opening tonight."
I looked her in the eyes, silently
trying to assert my authority. Then she went totally female; the tears started
to pool in those mysterious blue orbs and her lower lip began to tremble. Even
her breasts were pouting with the small heaving in her chest. I was a dead man.
"Well, let's go take a look,
maybe I can get the compressor running and buy you some time."
She squealed with joy, ran around
the bar, and planted a big, wet kiss on my stunned lips. Her mouth was juicy,
her lips soft, but her kiss was urgent, promising much more. She broke off with
a soft moan before I could open my mouth.
"Let's go see that hateful
thing," I said, gulping the last of my beer.
She grabbed my arm and cradled it
between her breasts--a sensation that went right to my groin.
"Wow, you're like made out of
steel," she said, sweeping her breasts across the arm she held.
I knew what she was doing, but it
was working.
She started toward the back door, my
arm tightly clasped against her. It was like leading a lamb to the slaughter.
"I'm going to need my
tools."
We did a U-turn and brought my
diagnostic pack from the van around to the back of the building. I shook my
head when I saw the unit. Everything about it said old and in need of
replacement. Without shade, I was sweating in no time, as I struggled with the
corroded cover bolts. She stood right by my side, using her towel to wipe the
sweat off me like a corner man in a boxing match. Each time she lifted the
towel, I got a peek at those firm wet mounds beneath her shirt. My groin ached
from the unrelenting erection.
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Meet the Author
Spencer Dryden is a new writer, but an old guy on the threshold of draining any reserves left in Medicare and Social Security. In real life he is a handyman, an at-home dad, inventor and web videographer living a quiet life in the frozen tundra of Minnesota (USA). Like all writers he has a cat but they don’t get along well. He can be found at the usual writer hangouts: Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads
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