Raining Men - Available Now!

Blurb:
A ball player, a police officer, and a fireman. Oh my!
It’s raining men, and the weather outside is hunky, hunkier, and hot! At least that’s what gallery owner Charly Jamison thinks. She’s moved from New York into an upscale neighborhood in her hometown, Los Angeles, to get rid of a stalker that was terrorizing her and her daughter only to discover that the one other woman on the block is an old woman that always has “messages” for her, and there is a gorgeous man at every turn.
All the men in her life want her, while there is only one man that holds her heart. Her friends are crazier than she is, and she’s the one living a double life painting erotic pictures under an alias--Joey Sinn. Not a problem, every man in the world wants her, too.
As Charly’s gallery opening fast approaches, the threats of the stalker come back full swing and her life spins into a downpour of wrong, but more than delicious men. Who will save her? Will it be the man she loves, and in the end, will he love her too?

Excerpt:
Ethan was purely male. He shut the door behind him and glanced around.
“It’s here.” She flipped the light switch on and off. “I don’t think it’s the bulb, but its one of those long things and I don’t have a ladder.”
“I’m tall enough that I don’t need a ladder if I can stand on one of your kitchen chairs.” He closed the distance between them and smiled.
She tried to breathe. This close to him, seeing, smelling, and dreaming of tasting him made it hard. “I don’t mind.” Hell, you can bend me over it, or you can sit and I’ll straddle you, or we could forget the chair altogether. “There’s the table if you so feel the need.”
His full lips parted and his tongue danced across his lower lip. “I’ll keep it in mind.”
She needed to turn the heat down because it was now sweltering in the house. “We’ll start with the chair.” I could only wish. She stepped around him and walked to the table. She pulled a heavy, oak chair out and brought it to him. His eyes never left her. “One chair.”
“Thanks, do you have a tool kit?”
Which one? The one with my vibrator, or the hammer? “Let me get it.” She moved around him to the closet. Ethan got up on the chair. He had his back to her, giving Charly the most incredible view of his ass. He was denim delicious from where she stood.
She turned and ducked back into the closet. She didn’t need him seeing her appraise his great butt as if it was artwork. Not that she couldn’t turn it into a piece of art. Getting Ethan the fireman naked would be ideal. Once naked, she would want sex. Looking at him in clothes made her want to have sex with him. Ethan naked? Her thong dampened further. At this rate, it would be soaked by the time he left.
“Do you need help?” his sexy baritone asked as she wrapped her hand around the handle of the metal box.
Yes, just take my thong now. “I’m good.” She closed the closet door and set the tool kit on the kitchen counter. His eyes were on her, Charly sensed it. Her skin flamed. “What did you need?”
“Something for a screw.”
Damn! Take me. She turned around and blinked at him. He winced and smiled. “A screwdriver is what I meant.”
“Of course.” She opened the toolbox and her cheeks heated. She exhaled. “What kind.”
“A long one.”
No wicked thoughts. An image of her straddling Ethan, licking his chest, came to mind. Too late. She picked up a bunch and faced him. “You choose.”
He frowned. “You look flushed; are you okay?”
“Warm.”
“Do you need help with your thermostat?”
Lord, have mercy.
“I can easily check that out once I flip your switch.” His eyes widened and his lips parted. “I mean, the light switch.”
“Right.”
“Would I be able to get an ice water?”
“Absolutely, I’ll have one with you.” She was losing her mind. Nope, she had lost it.