Sunday Snippet: Stud by Kelly Siskind

Posted January 28, 2018 by Una in Sunday Snippet Tags: , ,


 About the Book

Author:  Kelly Siskind
Publisher:   CD Books
Released:  January 31, 2018
Genre:  Romantic Comedy
Author contact links:   Amazon, Facebook, Goodreads, Instagram, Twitter
Purchase links:  Amazon


It had been years since I’d flirted, and I’d never excelled at it back in the day. My mother had me at fifteen, something that scared the crap out of me. It had kept me away from girls awhile. Until I’d discovered sex. I may have been a late bloomer, but the studious kid I was, I’d made it my mission to uncover the glorious riches of a woman’s body. Every canvas was different. Each woman had her own secrets, her body a treasure map.

Treasures I hadn’t sought in ages.

Ainsley was the first in a long while to spark my interest, and I was about ready to forget my lawyer’s no-dating advice. I’d also vowed to take it slow this time. Make sure I really knew someone before getting involved. If my flirting skills weren’t on the corroded side of rusty, it would make getting to know her a hell of a lot easier.

“You’re doing well on the construction site,” I said. “Making a difference.”

Hope seemed to brighten her face. “Really?”

“Pretty sure you’ve never used that hammer before, but you’re catching on quick.”

Her pointed look held more amusement than animosity. “Says you.”

“You telling me I’m wrong?”

Instead of answering, she said, “Did you know hammer heads can come loose? That’s where the term ‘fly off the handle’ came from.”

I cradled her hardhat against my stomach. It had a worn bit of plastic on top, protruding. I ran my finger over the sharp edge. My hands had a sudden need to keep busy. “You don’t say.”

“I do. Know what else?” She arched her back, and a rip in her shirt shifted, revealing a tease of purple lace beneath. Damn. Purple.

I shook my head in answer, didn’t trust my voice to speak. But man, those eyes of hers were stunning, sucking me in again. I’d bet they burned into blue flame when she was coming. The possibility had me wanting to pin her against the wall, feel her surrounding me, grinding on me. Sweat gathered at the base of my spine.

“Well,” she said, mischief lighting her face, “according to my online dictionary, there’s also a peening hammer. It’s used in metal work. There’s a cross-peen hammer. A diagonal-peen. Point-peen. Chisel-peen. Like lots of peens that hammer things. Ever used one?” She batted her long lashes at me, dangling her teasing bait to see if I’d bite.

I sure as hell wanted to bite. To nibble and lick and kiss. Heat flooded my groin, my thighs flexing automatically. Time to dust off my flirting skills.

Book Blurb:


A down-to-earth carpenter. A Prada loving personal shopper.

A Habitat for Humanity project that erects more than walls…

The word “nail” has so many meanings:

       Ainsley Hall’s manicured nails belong in the Museum of Modern Art.

       The fashionista hammers nails at Habitat for Humanity.

She desperately wants to nail Owen Phillips.

Unfortunately, she mistakenly thinks he’s gay.

Owen’s never-ending divorce has taken a turn from messy to downright vindictive. Yearning for the simpler things in life, like working with his hands, he joins a Habitat build. Turns out he also wants to work over Ainsley Hall…but the confusing bombshell flirts blatantly with other men.

When Ainsley discovers Owen’s true sexuality, their mutual attraction ignites, but he hasn’t shared the extent of his divorce drama. If he can’t disprove his ex’s false allegations, it will take more than hammers and nails (and nailing studs) to keep their walls from caving in.

 Praise for Stud:

 “…a sexy and steamy read with loads of flirty and witty banter. Siskind knows how to write characters that have off-the-charts chemistry.” ~ RT Book Reviews

“Kelly has outdone herself with this book!” ~ Blushing Mom Book Reviews

“If you like your stories smart, snappy, and stuffed with sweet emotion (and even sweeter heat), Owen and Ainsley will not disappoint.” ~ Bookgasms Book Blog

About the Author:  

A small-town girl at heart, Kelly moved from the city to open a cheese shop with her husband in northern Ontario. When she’s not neck deep in cheese or out hiking, you can find her, notepad in hand, scribbling down one of the many plot bunnies bouncing around in her head. She laughs at her own jokes and has been known to eat her feelings—gummy bears heal all. She’s also an incurable romantic, devouring romance novels into the wee hours of the morning.