Fixer-Upper

Fixer-Upper

by Inés Saint

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Overview

This charmer just needs a little attention…

Spinning Hills, Ohio sure is sweet, which might be why the Amador brothers are not only renovating the town’s lovely houses, but settling down in them. Because there’s nothing more blissful than coming home to a houseful of love…


Masquerade parties were not exactly Johnny Amador’s thing—until he found himself captivated by a witty, dark-eyed young woman in a peasant costume. Even her mask couldn’t obscure her beauty. Only after a disastrous case of mistaken identity did he discover that his mystery woman was none other than Marissa Medina, his best friend’s youngest sister—which brings a whole new set of challenges.

Marissa never forgot the night she and Johnny kissed—the feelings that flared to life. Not that she’s going to give the too handsome, too sexy charmer a chance. She knows how dangerous Johnny is and she can’t surrender to him at any cost. But that’s a tall order now that he’s showing how dedicated he is to turning his own fixer-upper—and his life—into the stuff of her dreams.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781601834393
Publisher: Lyrical Press, Incorporated
Publication date: 01/19/2016
Series: A Spinning Hills Romance , #3
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 338
Sales rank: 527,342
File size: 512 KB

About the Author

Inés Saint was born in Zaragoza, Spain. She’s bilingual and bicultural and has spent the last ten years raising her fun, inspiring little boys and sharing her life with the man of her dreams, who also happens to be her best friend and biggest cheerleader. Her greatest joys are spending quality time with family and close friends. Saint is the author of several titles, including Fixer-Upper, Flipped!, and A Little TLC.

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Fixer-Upper

A Spinning Hills Romance


By Inés Saint

KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.

Copyright © 2016 Inés Saint
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-60183-439-3


CHAPTER 1

One year ago


Johnny's steps echoed in the near-empty, multilevel garage. He stepped into the small, wood-paneled elevator, hit the ground floor button, leaned against the back wall, and sighed. His stiff, yellow, spray-dyed hair was beginning to itch, and the elastics holding his large, stretchy mask in place were cutting into his skin. Though he wished to be rid of both nuisances, he kept his arms folded across his chest. Probably because at the moment he didn't feel like being himself. The unmasking was supposed to occur at midnight, and he'd left a few minutes before it took place.

Snow White had been pissed. Apparently, he should not have attended the Storybook Masquerade Ball dressed as Prince Charming to her Snow White. It had sent a strong signal, she'd said.

Had it? They'd only gone out a few times in the last couple of months, and she'd made it clear they were on the same page. Not ready for a commitment. Dating for the heck of it. Enjoying life as single people. They didn't even live close to each other. They were both graduate students at Ohio State University, and both were commuting from over an hour away in opposite directions.

But tonight she'd said her mother wanted to meet him next Sunday ... at her entire family's annual Mother's Day picnic. The only kind yet firm way he could think of letting her know he wasn't about to meet her mother and entire family at an important event, was to politely ask why her mother wanted to meet him, and then let the conversation run its course.

The course had been a very public slap across the face. It was as unexpected as it was unprovoked. Next thing he knew, she'd left with a vampire. Oh well.

He'd always considered himself good at observing people and reading their intentions. It was a natural talent he'd worked to build up over time because he liked people. But dating was getting too complicated, and it wasn't like he had much free time anyway. Between graduate school and renovating houses for his older brother's business to help pay for his studies, he barely had time to play. But whenever he was quiet and still, a vague sort of loneliness stabbed at his insides. Filling his time with amusements had worked for a while. Lately, though, the harder he tried to fill the lonely spaces, the more they seemed to expand.

The doors were about to slide shut when a woman wearing an off-the-shoulder peasant shirt, a colorful, swishy skirt, and a big black butterfly mask stepped in. He smiled, relieved to have someone else to focus on. He opened his mouth to ask her about her mask and costume, but then immediately shut it. It had been brought to his attention that he didn't know how to speak without flirting, and after the slap, the last thing he needed was to be misunderstood.

The woman in the peasant costume hit a button on the panel and he sighed again. She glanced back and bit her lip, as if she was amused by his sigh. He tossed her a weary look. She caught it and offered him an apologetic smile before quickly turning back around.

But her sweet, guileless smile, and the understanding sparkle in her dark eyes, hit him, hard, right in the solar plexus. A strange feeling began to buzz and flutter there. It made no sense. He stood up straight and went on full alert. Like a soldier threatened by an enemy. The elevator began its descent with an unsteady lurch.

They rode down in silence, each standing very still in the cramped space. She looked down at her feet and Johnny did the same.

The elevator stopped and the doors slid open. The woman took two steps and Johnny looked up, relieved she was leaving. But the moment he looked out, he saw they had stopped in between floors and she wasn't looking where she was going. His hand jutted out and he grabbed her arm, pulling her back so fast and so hard that she fell against him.

She turned her head to look up at him, and a jumble of words spilled from her lips, from "thanks" to "sorry" to asking whether he was okay. Confusion hit Johnny. Her voice was familiar, but with every inch of her pressed against every inch of him, instant lust was fogging up his brain. How old was he, fifteen? He cleared his throat and practically shoved her away, which made her stumble forward. Feeling like an idiot, he reached for her yet again and caught her by the waist.

"Um. Wow. Thanks. For grabbing me just in time. The first time." She shook her head, probably wondering why he was treating her like a rag doll. Feeling like a lecherous idiot, he hung his head in shame. What was up with him tonight?

She hit the ground floor button once again. The doors closed and the elevator shifted with a loud, screeching sound. The lights flickered off. One moment they were glancing at each other, alarmed, and the next they were in each other's arms in the now-pitch-dark elevator.

Instinct made him duck into a corner, plant his feet wide, and tuck her head into his chest with one hand, while wrapping his other arm around her waist. One of her hands pulled his head into the crook of her neck and shoulder, while the other grabbed hold of the railing behind him.

Less than a second later, the elevator lurched and dropped down the last six or so feet. They were lifted off their feet and slammed against the wall, but they held on tight, and their combined strength softened the blow.

For a moment, neither moved. Their hearts were thundering against each other so hard he didn't know whose was whose. "Are you okay?" he asked, looking down. He now had both arms wrapped around her waist, and her arms were fastened tightly around his neck.

He felt her nod. "Are you?" she asked.

"Yes. We're lucky we weren't up higher. Jeez."

They slowly disentangled themselves and stepped away from each other. Johnny checked to make sure his limbs and neck were in working order. "Are you sure you're okay? No whiplash or anything?"

"I'm sure. Everything works and nothing hurts," she assured him.

He fished around for his cell phone, turned on its light, and beamed it at the control panel. "I think we should try the red button," the woman said. Johnny pressed it. They waited. Seconds passed and nothing happened.

"Let's try prying the door open," she suggested next. He smiled despite himself, liking her take-charge attitude, and shined his little light on the doors. They were shut tight.

"Do you have anything on you that's thin and strong enough to stick between them?" he asked, doubtfully, while he flashed the light around the tiny elevator.

"No," she said on a sigh. "Just a few bobby pins holding my wig in place."

Johnny then shone the light along the panel next to the door and found a certificate. He tried the only number listed, but got a message saying the office was closed and to dial 911 in case of an emergency.

"I'll call nine-one-one," Johnny said. He hoped she didn't expect to be rescued right away. He didn't want to take police away from true life-threatening emergencies when the two of them weren't in imminent danger. They were already on the ground floor, and they both seemed to be okay. "Are you claustrophobic or anything like that?"

"No. I'm fine. Um, maybe we should call the police department instead and let them know we can wait if their hands are tied," she said. "They'll know what to do or who to call."

Johnny looked the number up, called, and explained their situation to a desk sergeant, who sounded relieved they could wait a while because they were actually tied up. The sergeant then offered to call the fire department for him, telling him that whoever was free first would take care of them.

Johnny relayed the message to the peasant girl, slid down the wall, and stretched his long legs out in front of him. It was too dark to see anything, but he heard the rustle of her skirts and knew she had sat down, too. "I can wait," she said. Her voice was soft, melodic, and soothing.

As much as he wanted to get away from the odd energy that was again beginning to fill the space between them, they had no choice but to wait.

"Remember that rash of hurricanes a few years back when every newscaster's favorite two words were hunker down?" she asked. "I always wished they'd just tell everyone to stay put and be safe, because who's really going to crouch and squat for the entire duration of a storm? But now I get it. This feels like hunkering."

Johnny laughed. "Maybe this is the theater department's way of getting back at us for sneaking away early. They probably rigged the building so no one could leave before midnight. They're into drama, after all."

"Well, the plot twist is wasted on me. I wasn't leaving. I came out looking for someone, but she's probably gone by now." The dark and their proximity made it easier to catch the little notes of worry and exasperation in her voice.

"Would you like to call her?"

"No. She'll only be annoyed I came looking for her. I couldn't help it, though. I wish I could." The last sentence was said on a sigh.

They were silent for a long while, but Johnny couldn't seem to get his thoughts in order. He was too aware of her even breaths and the tension in the air each time she shifted and tried too hard not to touch him. Her scent was especially appealing and it intrigued him because it wasn't a perfume or soap or any fragrance. He was close enough to smell her.

He brought his leg up and accidently brushed his thigh against hers. Neither moved. In fact, she remained almost too still.

Could she feel the strange energy between them, too?

"Let's play a game to pass the time," she proposed.

"Truth or dare?" he suggested. Questions about her were swirling around in his head.

"Sure. If I can go first."

Even though she couldn't see him, he nodded and tried to brush away the strange, nonsensical sensation that his life was about to change.

"Truth or dare?" she asked. Her voice was close to his ear, telling him she'd turned her head. Her tone was all fun and innocence, but it was too close to his ear for comfort. Her breath sent shivers down his spine.

"Truth," he chose, inching away.

She cleared her throat a little and took in a quick breath before releasing it. Funny how easy it was to catch all these small details in dark, close quarters. "Why did you shove me away right after you saved me?"

Johnny tried to find a way to speak the truth without making her feel uneasy about being alone with him. "I don't know you, and so holding you close felt strange. I'm sorry I pushed you away, though." It sounded lame.

She was quiet for a moment, as if she was mulling it over. "It's okay. I can see how holding a stranger would feel wrong."

"I didn't say it felt wrong. I said it felt strange."

"Oh."

"Truth or dare?" he asked, before she could ask him what he meant by that.

She hesitated. "Truth."

"Who are you supposed to be?"

"Dulcinea."

"From Don Quixote?"

"Yes! Exactly!" she said, sounding surprised and happy.

He smiled, feeling inordinately proud he'd pleased her. "And where is Don Quixote?" he asked next.

"It's my turn." She paused. "Why did Snow White leave in such a huff?" The words tumbled out. "I normally wouldn't ask and you don't have to answer ... but I'm in a brave mood."

"Probably because you can't see my face," he said on a short laugh. "But I don't mind answering. She left because I thought we were only friends. She, uh, didn't."

"Does that happen to you often?"

"It's my turn, Dulcinea. Truth or dare?"

"Truth," she said, and he could hear the doubt in her voice.

"Where's Don Quixote?"

"There isn't one. Not yet. I mean, there's a Don Quixote on the horizon who I know is perfect for me, but dressing up is not his thing. Truth or dare?"

"I don't even know why we're asking anymore. What could we possibly dare each other to do in here?" he asked.

"Sing and make a fool of ourselves?"

"My brothers say I can't sing, so I'd definitely make a fool of myself. I wouldn't mind, though."

"I didn't think you would. You're Prince Charming, after all. You'd find a way to make the fact that you can't sing seem endearing," she said, sounding amused.

He grinned. "You're probably right, but how can you possibly know that?"

"I know your type."

"Ouch." He rubbed his wounded heart. "Reduced to a type. Prince Charming's worst nightmare."

She let out a breathy laugh and her arm grazed his. Goose bumps instantly appeared. It was pathetic. His body was behaving like that of an awkward teenager's. "I promise I didn't mean it in a bad way," she said.

"How did you mean it, then?" he asked, genuinely curious.

"Whose turn is it?" she asked.

"I forgot."

She was quiet for a moment. "Actually, I wouldn't reduce you to a type. You're no Prince Charming. He's a stock character. Perfect for women searching for a standard prince. I meant that you seem to possess true charm. The kind that draws people in, soothes ruffled feathers, and makes those around you feel at ease. Everyone wants to be around charismatic people. There's a special light around them."

"But ..."

"I didn't say there was a 'but'."

He smiled. "Look, I know the Don Quixotes of this world only see what they want to see and hear what they want to hear, but I'm okay with you saying what you really think."

"This conversation is getting weirder by the minute."

"I know." He chuckled. "But there's nothing else to do and it's entertaining. Let's run with it."

"Okay, then. Here goes." She drew in a breath and let it out before shifting away from him. "I — Well, I once knew a very charming boy. He ended up hurting someone. Badly. It wasn't his intention ... I don't think he ever even realized what happened. He was only being himself. But his light gave hope to a girl who was in a very dark place, and when she thought he'd taken his light away ... well, she couldn't find her own. She would've been better off if she'd never met the charmer." Her voice had become quieter and sadder as she'd gone on.

"Somehow, I don't think you're talking about yourself."

"I'm not. But I'll never forget the girl I'm talking about."

The space they were sharing was so small that her words fell over him like a soft blanket, even though what she was saying was sad. "You should try to forgive the charmer, you know."

"Who says I haven't forgiven him?"

"Have you?"

"I don't know," she admitted. "I want to. He was only a boy, after all."

Johnny chose his next words carefully. He'd once tried hard to do the right thing by someone in a dark place, but it had blown up in his face in the worst, most heartbreaking way. The pain of the memory could still strangle his heart and cause a pain so acute, he sometimes couldn't breathe. Despite the pain, he'd learned to forgive and understand himself and the situation. But it still hurt and he didn't want to get into it. "It's hard to do your best by someone and have it blow up in your face. If he was a good person overall, you should try to forgive him."

The way her breath had slowed and the angle of her head, which was now close to his shoulder again, made him wonder if she was turning something over in her mind, or if she was just tired. "That sounds like it can be a real burden."

"What? Forgiving someone?"

"No. Unconsciously hurting someone when you were only trying to help."

The complicated sentiments behind the simple words felt heavy and penetrating. Johnny closed his eyes and gulped down the long-ago but still fresh memory that threatened to rise to the surface.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

Johnny schooled his voice and demeanor into lightheartedness like the lifetime pro he was. "You're a good egg, Dulcinea, and your Don Quixote is one lucky guy. Now, I want to hear all about him. Why is he still only out on the horizon?"

She let out a surprised laugh. "Wow. You're really good. You circled back to me."

"I'm waiting."

"Fine. But know that I'm allowing you to change the subject — you did not charm me into it."

"Of course not," he agreed, bumping his shoulders with hers.

"Number one," she began, as if she was about to read off a checklist she'd memorized. "Potential Don Quixote and I only started dating very recently, but I've known him for a very long time. There are no surprises. Number two: We're both hardworking, passionate about our careers, and open to new experiences. Number three: Our upbringing was very similar, we want the same for our future kids, and we both want to travel extensively. Number four: He has his feet firmly on the ground, while I tend to hope too much and want to take on the world. That keeps us from being boring because we balance and challenge each other. My parents are the same way, and they've been very happily married for thirty-three years. It's what I've always looked for and what I've always wanted. It just works."


(Continues...)

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Fixer-Upper 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 4 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
My favorite of the series, Johnny is my book boyfriend! Warm, fun, sweet.
Lashea677 More than 1 year ago
I received an ARC of Fixer Upper in exchange for an honest review. I have really come to enjoy Ines Saint's imaginative Spinning Hills series. She takes subjects that fascinate me such as romance and renovation and centers stories that are delightful, uplifting and hilarious but still wonderful around them. Not to be missed.
Anlenhart1 More than 1 year ago
Fixer Upper is the story of teacher/school counselor Johnny and Marissa and how they fell in love while working at a summer program with at risk youth. Johnny started to develop feelings for an unknown woman who attended a masquerade party a year before the story stats. He doesn't know who his lady is but is able to figure out is one of his best friend's little sister. Fast forward a year, and Marissa is now engaged to her fiancee and Johnny is still hung up on his mystery lady. During summer school, Marissa obtains a grant to take a group of kids to a dance/drama competition. Johnny is determined to help her any way he can. They grow close, but are mainly just friends. Will Marissa stay with her fiancee or follow her growing feelings for Johnny? Cute book with a complicated cast of characters. It was fun to read and clean. It had a happy ending and featured a lot of well written dialogue. I was given a free copy for an honest review by netgalley.com
Bette313 More than 1 year ago
This was a very enjoyable read. It has a ton of characters but once you get them straight it makes for a fun read. It's well written and has a sweet romance that develops slowly but surely even though Marissa tries to ignore the feeling Johnny stirs in her. She is engaged so those feelings need to go away! Johnny doesn't trust the guy she's engaged to and tries to prove to her he's the man she deserves. Working at the same school and the same summer project gives him plenty of time to try and convince her. Definitely one I would recommend.