Today my guest blogger is Olivia Ventura, a fellow member of RWAOnline. One of the really great things about the internet is that you can meet people from all over the world. Liv is in Australia, and while we’ve never met in person, we’ve had some good chats. I think that’s just fun.
I’m visiting Liv’s blog today while she’s holding court here. You can find my post about time travel romances right here.
And here’s Liv!
That’s a Man’s Job
Olivia Ventura
“Don’t worry your head, little lady.”
Are there any words guaranteed to annoy a woman more than those? For me, they rank right up there with “Do you really need another pair of shoes?” and “That’s women’s work.” Ugh.
I’m a capable and intelligent woman. I have two degrees and numerous other academic credits. I can also cook, clean and sew. I’m not superwoman, but I’m not an idiot, either. So when I have to take my brother with me to stop the car salesman and the computer tech from trying to rip me off, it annoys me. When the fifty-dollar-an-hour handyman told me to stand back while he checked to see what the problem was, I wanted to strangle him. I knew what the problem was. I told him what the problem was. Just because I don’t have the technical ability to fix it, doesn’t mean I can’t identify it.
While I stewed in silence and glared at his back, I wondered if a female handyman—person—would be quite so irritating. I was pretty sure she wouldn’t fart when she thought I wasn’t paying attention. And just because she was doing “men’s work” didn’t mean she couldn’t be a girl. In fact, she could be a girly-girl!
Veronica, the heroine of Miss Fix-It, is one of the girliest girls you’ll ever meet. She has a weekly manicure, dyes her hair blonde, and is addicted to shoes. She also used to be an economist, can build a kitchen, fix leaky plumbing, and tile your bathroom. Is she superwoman? Um, no. Is she perfect? Definitely not. She’s a bit vain, a bit spoiled, and sometimes she can be borderline bitchy. I like her despite that. I hope you will, too.
Blurb:
Veronica, a self confessed girly-girl, often finds herself labeled a bimbo–and just doesn’t care. An ex-economist turned handy-person, Vee is not afraid to be female, period. If it happens to be in a male-dominated industry, well – so what?
When Vee threatens a client with a hammer to ward off his wandering hands, she finds herself at the local police station facing charges of assault. There she meets Detective Cole Samuels, and the sparks thrown off by their mutual animosity soon become combustive. They quickly become involved in a hot and heavy relationship, leaping one hurdle after another, including Cole’s emotionally destitute mother and Vee’s deep-seated fear of being cheated on. Things finally seem to be working out when Vee’s workplace is vandalized, a message left…and suddenly that crank call and the near-miss with the crazy driver don’t seem to be harmless incidents any more. Vee’s stalker rapidly escalates in violence, leaving Cole determined to find him before Vee gets hurt….
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Have you ever had an experience with a handyman, plumber, electrician etc. who thought boobs made you stupid? Or better yet, ever had a female handyman?
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