I hired him to fix my house. Now he's determined to claim every inch of me. Nash Brecker isn't just my contractor-he's six feet of pure sin with calloused hands and a tool belt that should be illegal. I hired him to renovate my cottage after my messy divorce, not to make me forget why I swore off men completely. But he's at my house six days a week, shirtless by noon, and the sexual tension is suffocating.
When my ex shows up and tries to humiliate me, Nash doesn't just defend me-he claims me. Right there against the kitchen counter he built with his own hands. Now nowhere is safe from his possession: the workbench, the countertops, even his truck. He says I deserve to be worshipped, and he's proving it one sinful surface at a time. Nailed By Nash is a scorching blue-collar romance featuring a possessive carpenter who knows exactly how to use his tools.
I hired him to fix my house. Now he's determined to claim every inch of me. Nash Brecker isn't just my contractor-he's six feet of pure sin with calloused hands and a tool belt that should be illegal. I hired him to renovate my cottage after my messy divorce, not to make me forget why I swore off men completely. But he's at my house six days a week, shirtless by noon, and the sexual tension is suffocating.
When my ex shows up and tries to humiliate me, Nash doesn't just defend me-he claims me. Right there against the kitchen counter he built with his own hands. Now nowhere is safe from his possession: the workbench, the countertops, even his truck. He says I deserve to be worshipped, and he's proving it one sinful surface at a time. Nailed By Nash is a scorching blue-collar romance featuring a possessive carpenter who knows exactly how to use his tools.