Tame the Day
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I like renovation jobs. Usually. My current one, however, was pitched to me as merely needing a touch up.
Lies.
The sag of the porch roof tells me this project is going to require more than a few cans of paint. I’m not sure I have the energy for it because I also work at my family’s wildlife rehabilitation center, Hartley’s Nest, in Greenridge, Vermont. I’m the general build-this, fix-that guy there too, however, that job is a labor of love.
But this old colonial house renovation? It’s for some Californian who bought it, sight unseen, and I don’t have to take this job.
Yet, I do for several reasons:
1. My best friend is marrying my sister and will be having a baby soon. He won’t have time to hang out with me much anymore, and I’ll have hours to fill.
2. I’ve never walked away from a poor, old house that just needed some love.
3. The fussy homeowner doubts my construction skills. Proving her wrong will be a fun challenge.
I expect to roll up my sleeves and stay busy on this project. What I don’t expect is Ashley York, also known as The Fussy Homeowner. She has me breaking all my rules about commitment and relationships and love. I want to tame all my days with her by my side, but she’s holding back. Ashley is going to be a tough nut to crack.
But I am an expert nutcracker.
Wait. That didn’t sound right. Whatever. I’m happy to help her cross things off her Vermont bingo card, like see a moose, hike a mountain, and have pure Vermont maple syrup.
I’m also happy to help her fall in love with me.
Tame the Day is an overcoming-trauma, small-town, contemporary romance between a handyman and homeowner.
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Christine DePetrillo can often be found hugging trees, conversing with dragonflies, and walking barefoot through sun-warmed soil. She finds joy in listening to the wind, bathing in moonlight, and breathing in the fragrances of things that bloom. If she had her way, the sky would be the only roof over her head.
Her love of nature seeps into every story she tells. As does her obsession with bearded mountain men who build, often smell like sawdust, and know how to cherish the women they love. Today she writes tales meant to make you laugh, maybe make you sweat, and definitely make you believe in the power of love.
She lives in Vermont with her husband and many woodland creatures who defend her fiercely from all evils.
