The Handyman

Reece:
In my world, people die every day. It’s nothing new, and I’ve gotten used to it.
Sometimes, I’m the one that takes the shot. Other times, I just decline the job.
Money is the only thing I’m interested in. I’m a Handyman, taking whatever job that paid the most.
Until her.
Riley is a stranger I’d only met at Black Cat, a premier club where no kink is shamed.
She was into being bound, and I was into binding her. A perfect match if she hadn’t let herself get wrapped up in a less experienced Dom.
A Dom that drove her back to me, her trauma a glue that stuck her to me.
I was a forgiving man. . . until her secrets started spilling out from the seams.
Until one of my jobs. . . was her.

Riley:
I made more mistakes as an adult than I could count.
Moving to New York City was one of them. Becoming a freelance marketing writer was another.
Choosing a Dom I didn’t have a spark with was a nail in my coffin— my first ever, and I didn’t want to feel a second driving through my heart.
When I couldn’t rely on anyone else, he came.
When I couldn’t say my peace, he coaxed my voice out.
Reece was a man women dreamed to be with— kind, considerate, a little edgy, very practical to the point of being cold.
Of all the horrible decisions I’d made for myself, I pulled myself out by my pony tail and moved on.
But sometimes moving forward meant looking back, and demons I didn’t even know I’d carried reached out for me with blood-soaked claws.