A Red Hot Mess — Kimberly Van Meter

THE PLAN: NO MORE LOOKING FOR MR. RIGHT...
Massage therapist Laurel Kenning is through with putting her heart on the line. When it comes to love, life has put her through the wringer and she's got the police report to prove it. True love, soulmates, whatever. From now on, she's taking her best friend Alice's advice and going for the good time, not the ring.

Except when Laurel hits the club and decides to do something terribly out of character by shagging the first hot guy she can find, the next day she's horrified to realize the hot guy is actually her contractor! What's a girl to do but suck it up and deal by completely avoiding anything personal, right?

Yeah..except...Aidan Jones might just be the guy she's been looking for all along and keeping things professional might not be so easy after all.

This contemporary romance novella is hot, sassy and terribly funny --   in other words, a perfect beach read! (If you like that sort of thing)

EXCERPT:
A sharp retort threatened to follow but Aidan had to admit Dutch had a point. He was a grouch. The pressure of keeping Pop's construction business above water in this down economy was killing him. Of course, Dutch -- although he'd inherited half of the business as well -- was happy to let him shoulder the load while he chased pretty tail and lived like a trust fund baby with very little responsibility and that was beginning to rub him raw. Most times, particularly lately, if they hadn't been born twins, he'd have questioned whether or not they were related at all.
So here he was at The Dancing Frog being his brother's wingman, with the unlikely goal of finding someone to help scratch an itch, and wondering if Dutch would even notice if he slipped out the back door.
Trolling a bar wasn't his style. It felt sleazy.
Dutch returned with a beer and handed it to him. “You suck at this,” he said above the pulsing music. “You have to mingle, get out there, mix it up, if you want to land a fish on the hook.” Dutch scanned the crowd as he swigged his beer, a predatory look sharpening his features. “Ah, right there,” he said, pointing discreetly at a curvy red-head, laughing with a group of girls and sipping at some frou-frou drink. “That's the one. Go for it.”
“Not my type.” She looked high maintenance. The last thing he needed was a chick who wanted to be wined and dined.
Dutch pulled Aidan closer so he could yell in his ear. “You're missing the point of this excursion. It's about getting laid, having a good time -- not finding a girlfriend. You savvy?”
Aidan was embarrassed to admit he didn't remember the rules of that particular game. Maybe at one time he'd been a player same as Dutch but that guy seemed miles away from the man he was today. “I don't know,” he said, swigging his own beer, his gaze bouncing from the red-head and returning. She was certainly hot. That red hair alone was enough to pull his eyeballs from his sockets. Generous, lush curves swelled in hills and valleys and as he finished his beer, the liquid courage helped send his imagination to places he realized he'd very much like to see and experience in the flesh. Was she a genuine redhead? Would he find a patch of strawberry curls or a neatly groomed landing strip? Were her breasts tipped with generous rose-hued nipples or tight little buds? He swallowed a groan as he tortured himself with his current train of thought, his groin tightening with an eagerness fit for a teenage boy with his first sexual experience. At thirty-two, he was no teenager but at the moment, his Jockey snake was twitching like one.
As if she knew someone was watching her, her stare caught his and held. Something electric snapped along his body and all that repressed sexual energy bounded -- no, roared -- to life.
Yeah…Dutch was right. It was time to end his self-imposed sentence of abstinence. Starting with the smoking hot redhead. One night of no-holds barred, knock-down, drag-out, sweaty and dirty sex. Now, to hook himself a red-hea