The Double D Ranch
A Fortuna, Texas Novel Book 1
by Rochelle Bradley
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Longhorns and lingerie...
Much to the chagrin of foreman Josiah, Jessie Davidson wants a romance reduction. But the Double D Ranch hides a secret. Since inheriting the property, Jessie kept her grandmother’s hoard concealed, but now she’s found the courage to purge the unwanted items: steamy novels, thousands of them. Romance has to go! Donating the books is a good thing, right? Not when coupled with a dare.
The dare spirals out of control. The ante is upped when caches of the spicy books, left in barber shops, pool halls, and pubs, challenge others to join the fad. A perverted prankster runs amok playing on the town’s fantasies. Book clubs are formed. Plots acted out. In a town saturated with romance, Jessie finds her love life underdeveloped.
Keep Jessie safe. It’s the promise Josiah Barnes made to Jessie’s dying grandmother. He aims to honor it, even if it means protecting Jessie from himself. Failing her in the past has him on high alert when the Double D becomes ground zero for the arousal avalanche sweeping the town. As a full-support, silent partner, Josiah will do anything to augment the Double D. But when Jessie starts selling handmade lingerie, keeping his hands to himself is easier said than done…
Will she shelve happily ever after like a rejected novel, or open her heart and start a new chapter?
Book 1 -
The Double D Ranch Excerpt:
“You
ready?” Jessie hesitated, embarrassed about the collection Grandma left. She
led B.J. up the hardwood stairs to the second floor. The scent of his musky
cologne preceded him.
B.J. smirked. “Born that way.”
“I
doubt it.” Her hand gripped the metal doorknob. When she’d inherited the Double
D Ranch from her grandparents, the cache in the upstairs bedroom came as a
complete shock. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, steeling herself
for his reaction. The area behind the door once housed Grandma’s sewing room
but now…
The mess was as awe-inspiring as it was
overwhelming, which had been why she enlisted the help of the reluctantly
altruistic B.J.
“Well?”
he grunted, crossing his arms as he waited. A hard worker, the
thirty-two-year-old man had caught her eye a year ago with a smile that lit his
face. The smile disappeared, however, when his wife left him for another man.
Now the handsome man scowled as a hobby.
Her
hesitant fingers tightened around the smooth knob, slowly her wrist shifted,
and the latch popped. The door opened a crack. “You ready?” she repeated, taking another deep breath.
He shifted his feet with impatience. “Already said I was.”
Words could do little to describe the mess
or the enormity of it. It wasn’t
the worst thing she’d ever encountered but Jessie found it embarrassing,
nonetheless.
She could’ve had a cleaning party with her best friends, Kelly and Mona,
but they’d heckle her to hell and back with what they’d find, plus the whole
town would find out in no time. She didn’t want her grandma’s neurotic
obsession, the Davidson version of the skeleton in the closet, to become known.
Then there was Josiah. He’d keep the secret. But being confined with
the cowboy made it hard for Jessie to breathe. Her father trusted B.J. and
laboring beside a stranger would be easier than dealing with the funny feelings
bumping elbows with Josiah caused.
No, B.J. was her only option.
She swallowed then pushed the door open.
The hinges creaked, filling the silence.
B.J. blinked twice. “What the hell?”
Books--thousands and thousands of paperback
books, all romance novels--were stacked in neat rows from floor to ceiling. The
bedroom was full save for a three by three space on the floor. It was a dark
closet with book wallpaper. To say her grandmother had loved to read was an
understatement.
B.J. pushed on the stacks a few times but
nothing moved, it was solid. He whistled low.
The confounded man stood with hands on hips
staring at the twelve-foot ceiling line. “How
am I going to reach the top?”
“I
planned ahead, knowing you weren’t ten feet high.” Jessie retrieved a four-foot
step stool from behind the door. She unfolded it and he climbed up. In the
hallway, a stack of plastic storage totes waited to be filled. She retrieved
one and placed it next to the base of the ladder.
Many of the books had worn spines and
dog-eared pages. Memories of Grandma flitted to mind. When Jessie was in
elementary school she’d
climbed into her grandma’s warm lap and asked, “Why do you read them?”
Grandma’s eyes had crinkled as she smiled. “Love, child. They are
filled with love. Everyone wants to live happily ever after. Someday, Jessie,
you’ll find it too.” She’d tweaked Jessie’s nose then tickled her.
“Hey,
Jessie,” B.J. spoke, startling her. He glanced down from the ladder. “You’re
gonna need more tubs. What the hell kind of books are these, anyway?” He stared
at the cover of a scantily clad woman leaning against a bare chested man in
leather pants. “Werewolves
in Heat?”
“Grandma had a thing for romance novels.”
Jessie shrugged, feeling her face heat.
“Honey,
it was more than a thing. She hoarded the damn books.”
B.J. was right. One stack near the wall
held one hundred and forty books. Some stacks had thinner books, equaling more
Jessie was grateful for the longhorn cattle
ranch her grandparents left her, even if it hid her grandmother’s secret. Her grandparents each died
within a year and her breath hitched thinking about them. Josiah had worked for
her grandpa Don but stayed on as foreman when she inherited.
As if on cue, Josiah’s sun-kissed face peeked around the
corner. The dusty tip of his boot and a stray piece of hay sent her mind
reeling to the night he’d found her crying in the hayloft. The memory of his
lips on her neck sent a shiver down her spine.
He pointed to B.J. who reached for more
books, and mouthed, “You
okay?”
Her heart tripped when she gazed into his
curious eyes framed with a brow etched with concern. She gave a thumbs up then waved
him off, slightly annoyed yet comforted he was checking on her.
Plumb Twisted
A Fortuna, Texas Novel Book 2
Karaoke and Kidnapping...
Piper McCracken needs a fresh start. Her father’s death, a failed engagement, and her ex-fiancé-turned-stalker prompt her to make a bold leap . . . from the Windy City to Fortuna, Texas. Piper feels ready to take on small town life—that is, until she’s erroneously proclaimed a shy cowboy’s mail-order bride.
Hired as a personal assistant to Jessie Barnes, Piper becomes much more: friend, beta tester, and . . . intimate apparel model? With a three-legged cat, fake news, drunken karaoke, romance novel obsessed men, a cocky old lady, and a perverted town prankster, Piper finds Fortuna plumb twisted.
All Cole Dart really needs is his family and job working at the Big Deal ranch. After surviving cancer, his life is like a pair of broken-in boots. Comfortable. He doesn’t want the complication of a relationship now. Or ever. But when Piper’s stalker catches up to her, Cole’s protective instincts kick into high gear and he’s determined to step between her and danger, no matter the cost.
When a tornado rips through town, Cole’s home is strewn across the county, can Piper help him pick up the pieces and find happily ever after or will the stalker tear them apart forever?
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Book 2 - Plumb
Twisted Excerpt:
When Cole and
Piper arrived at the truck stop, Cole flagged down the owner, Norma Stitts. She
waved them in. He took Piper's elbow and led her to a booth.
Piper inspected
the bookshelf by the door, then gazed around the room, taking it all in. Cole
tried not to stare, but it proved hard not to watch her first encounter with a
Texas truck stop.
"There are
three men reading romance novels," she said in awe. Packed with men, but
also a few women and children, Stitts' was hopping.
"I'm
surprised it's not more," Cole said, rubbing his chin.
"Really?"
Piper's eyes widened.
"See that
bookshelf? It's a major exchange center for the book trade."
"Book
trade?"
"You'll have
to ask Miss Jessie about how it started," Cole explained.
"Mrs.
Barnes, my boss?"
"Yes. Sorry,
I've called her Miss Jessie for years."
A man entered the
restaurant, placed two books on the shelf, then ran his finger down the spines
in the line and pulled out another. He paused, reading the back.
"Do you see that man?" Cole asked,
and she nodded. "He's a farmer. Owns a couple hundred acres, a modest
spread, and he loves romances."
The farmer
pocketed the book. He picked out two more before leaving.
"Ah, romance
books. This is what you meant yesterday?" Her cheeks pinked.
"Yes."
He cleared his throat, which had suddenly gone dry. "It started with a
personal challenge to one man, a dare. He didn't back down. He liked the books
and dared others. Then it spread like wildfire on dry prairie grass."
They ordered and
sipped the rich dark coffee. "This is good." Inhaling deeply, she
gripped the ceramic mug as if it held ambrosia.
He leaned back
and relaxed. Warmth spread through his body, happy to have pleased her.
"So who
dared you?" she asked.
He nearly spit
coffee.
"I mean, why
do you read them?"
"I like the
stories."
"You mean
you like the sex." She tilted her head and grinned.
Sure, he liked
the steamy scenes, but that wasn't the whole reason he read them. "I like
happy endings," he offered with a shrug. She raised a skeptical eyebrow.
"Okay, I like the hot scenes, but only because of the love." He
swallowed.
"Love?"
The waitress
placed food on the table, saving him. They ate in silence except for an
occasional comment about the flavor of the food. After Piper pushed an empty
plate away, she asked, "Are all cowboys like you?"
Uh oh. "Like, how?"
"You know,
crunchy on the outside, gooey on the inside?"
Cole laughed.
"Most likely," he answered, as another man took more books.
"I don't
like romance stories," she admitted in a quiet voice. Before he could ask,
she explained, "The heroines are too soft. I don't like to read about weak
women. Plus, those men always have movie star looks, amazing careers and are
billionaires. You can't find your soulmate in a romance book."
"But you
might find personality traits you like," he offered. She shrugged, not
buying it. "I don't see the women as weak—only flawed, with obstacles to
overcome."
"I suppose
everyone has flaws."
"What's
yours?" he asked with a smirk.
"Liking the
wrong type of men," she muttered.
His stomach
clenched. "That's a cop-out answer." He'd unfairly asked, so he
offered his shortcoming. "I'm self-conscious about my looks."
She inspected him
critically and sweat broke out across his forehead. "Most people
are."
He leaned close
and whispered, "It keeps me from talking and interacting with people. I
get nervous and won't go places if there's a crowd." It had been years
since the operation and it still affected him.
"You're
fine, Cole. You're more than fine." Piper shifted in her seat and leaned
forward. "Look, you're out talking to me and I'm a stranger and a
woman."
He nodded.
"Normally, I'd be a basket case of nerves."
"Looks are
all personal taste. Someone might think you're ugly or someone might think
you're the sexiest man alive. The thing you have to ask yourself is: does their
opinion matter to me?" She smiled sweetly over the rim of her mug.
"What's your
opinion?" he blurted, needing to know.
"Does it
matter to you what I think?"
"Yes. It
matters greatly." It was true, but he didn't want to ask himself why. The
smile that lit her face made his heart hitch. She set her coffee down.
"Well, Cole,
I like the crunchy-gooey combo. It's very appealing." She blushed, long
eyelashes hiding her eyes as she looked at the table. "I find you..."
she paused, drumming her fingers against the side of her mug.
"Pretty,
right?" A short, old woman said as she slid into the booth next to Cole
and pinched his cheek. "This one's a hot tamale."
"Hello, Ms.
Hardmann." Cole's face felt like the temperature of the sun. He rubbed his
cheek. "This is Piper McCracken. Piper this is Desire Hardmann."
"Hello,
young lady." Desire took Piper's hand and squeezed. With a wink, she
yelled over her shoulder to a man in a white apron, "Hey, Hugh Stitts!
Come over here and meet Cole's Russian mail-order bride."
More Than a Fantasy
A Fortuna, Texas Novel Book 3
Book 3 in the Fortuna, Texas series.
One night changed everything...
Finally content single, second grade teacher Kelly Greene doesn’t need a man screwing up her life, even a sexy cop like Ben. All she needs is her rechargeable double A batteries.
Operation: Win Kelly. For Officer Ben Moore repairing a creepy Victorian house, a workplace dalliance, and camping au naturel are beyond his comfort zone. Ben schemes to bring Kelly’s fantasies alive, but in Fortuna, Texas, where men read romance and cosplay is second nature, it’s hard to keep their rendezvous hidden from gossipmongers and, more importantly, her match-making momma.
When danger threatens Fortuna Elementary, Ben is assigned a case that keeps thrusting them together, Kelly has a helluva time ignoring her heart—let alone her girly bits.
Ben holds the key to the handcuffs but Kelly must decide if he also holds the key to her heart.
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SEX. IT
HAD BEEN ON her mind way too much lately, as evidenced by the screams of her
passengers, the one-finger salute of the passing sedan, and the flashing blue
and red lights in the rearview mirror.
“Holy
crap, Kelly!” Piper Dart yelled from the backseat. “You could’ve killed us.”
Then she laughed.
Kelly Jo
Greene swallowed the bile in her throat, signaled, and turned into the parking
lot of the Wertz grocery. She hated that feeling of seeing police lights behind
her. She pulled into an end row as far from the store as possible and shifted
into park. Pressing back into her seat, she closed her eyes, hoping no one she
knew would drive by. She drew in a deep breath.
“Uh oh,”
Jessie Barnes said.
Kelly’s
lids popped open in time to see her parents’ wide-eyed, nosy neighbor Rose Bush
driving past and slip into a handicap parking slot. Kelly grimaced. Her mother
would know as soon as Ms. Bush got to a phone. Ugh. She’d get a lecture from
her father about insurance costs. She groaned and Jessie patted her arm.
Sometimes
living in a small town sucked. Nobody could get away with anything. Most times,
it was a good thing, but she was a twenty-seven-year-old woman and a full-time
teacher, and she could take care of herself. A smile flitted across her lips
but fell off again when she looked at the rearview mirror.
The officer
in mirrored sunglasses made her heart gallop. She glanced away, hoping it
wasn’t anyone she knew. But in Fortuna, Texas, that was impossible, since her
sister-in-law worked at the station and her father golfed with the chief, Colin
Copper. And she had gone to school with most of the younger guys.
The side
mirror revealed the squad car door opening. The man approached her car. She
tried to meld with the seat but couldn’t vanish. He paused next to her door,
and she swallowed, lowering the window.
“Howdy,
Ben,” Piper said from the backseat. She stuck her hand out Kelly’s window and
waved. Ever since the officer had helped Cole, Piper’s husband, rescue her from
the stalker who kidnapped her, the couple considered him a close friend.
“Good
afternoon, ladies.” Ben tipped his head so Kelly could see his dark eyes over
the mirrored lenses. “Kelly, do you know why I stopped you?”
No, she
didn’t. Well, not really. It appeared daydreaming and driving don’t mix. Kelly
may have run a stop sign, almost hit someone, and nearly killed her friends.
She opened her mouth to speak, but Piper answered for her. “Kelly’s clueless.
She’s been thinking about sex.”
“Again,”
Jessie mumbled.
Kelly
jerked her head toward her friends. Her neck ached from whiplash. “What?” Her
cheeks heated, and she knew her face was the same color as her cherry red car.
Ben
pushed the glasses back and leaned forward. “Ladies?”
Jessie
giggled, but Piper took command of the mystery. “She’s had this brilliant smile
for the last few days. It has to be a guy.”
Kelly’s
face pulled tight into a high smile. She couldn’t help it. She hadn’t meant
that night to happen, but it did. It had left its mark, though.
“Yes,
she’s been smiling for days. It started Wednesday.” Jessie looked to Piper to
confirm.
“No, that
smile was there Wednesday morning. It had to have been Tuesday night, because
Tuesday afternoon she wasn’t in a good mood.” Piper rolled down the back
window, letting in the warm humid morning air. “Whatever happened, happened
Tuesday night. It just has to be a guy.”
“Not
Sawyer, either,” Jessie chimed in.
Kelly
clamped her fingers around the wheel and clenched her teeth at the mention of
her ex-boyfriend’s name.
“See.
Look at that frown. It’s definitely not him.” Jessie pointed to Kelly’s face as
Piper stuck her head between the headrests to see it.
“I saw
Kelly Tuesday night,” Ben offered.
Kelly
sucked in a quick breath and glanced at him with her peripheral vision. His
eyes were hidden, but one side of his lips quirked up in a smirk.
Both of her
friends leaned so they could better see Ben’s face, their eyes wide in
expectation. “Well, it was at Hammered. I suppose she was hungry, because she
sat down at the bar and ordered a burger. That was before she noticed Mona
flirting with Sawyer.”
He’d
said Mona with a hint of hostility. They had gone on a couple of dates before
Mona decided Ben wasn’t her type. Kelly never understood why Mona wasn’t
attracted to Ben.
Jessie
groaned. “Not those two.”
Kelly
crossed her arms and held tight. Mona used to be one of her best friends, but
now that Mona had set her sights on Sawyer, Kelly felt betrayed. She couldn’t
stand to be around them when they hung on each other.
“Mona
came over to talk to me.” Ben glanced behind him, as if he’d find her there.
“Kelly told her to take a hike. Thanks for that.” He nodded at Kelly and she
shrugged.
“Mona
retreated and must have boo-hooed to Sawyer because he came over next. He said
some stupid things and made Kelly mad. She told him off, then got her food to
go.” Ben stopped talking and straightened.
“That’s
it?” Piper asked, blinking.
“I saw
her leave the restaurant with her takeout.” Ben shifted.
Kelly
let out a long breath and relaxed her arms. Ben didn’t say anything that her
friends couldn’t already have guessed. They didn’t need to know what happened
later. The smile returned.
“It’s
back,” Jessie said, nudging Piper. Her brows crinkled as she inspected Kelly’s
face. “It happened later on Tuesday.”
Kelly
chanced a peek at the officer. His lips were pressed into a thin line, but
there were creases beside his eyes indicating his amusement. Ben looked good in
his uniform, his shirt pulled tight over muscled biceps. He’d graduated a few
years before Kelly and Jessie. She swallowed. Her face and body grew hot even
though the air was on full blast.
“There’s
only so many single guys in Fortuna,” Jessie hummed, rubbing her hands
together.
“Kelly
said she’d had the best sex ever,” Piper prodded.
She’d
said no such thing but that hadn’t stopped her friend from trying to get her to
admit something. Kelly clamped her lips shut and sent a pleading look to Ben.
That was
a mistake. His smile, now full-blown, shined like a beacon even though his own
face had turned beet red. She wished she could see his eyes.
“Are you
going to give me a ticket?” She hoped the swift subject change would divert the
conversation away from her sex life. She thrust her license toward him.
Ben
chuckled and took it. As he stared at the information he asked, “So are you
going to see him again?”
Both
Jessie and Piper giggled and reiterated the question. Kelly closed her eyes,
and the smile came back. She couldn’t help it. Piper had been right—it had been
the best sex ever. Kelly could have ignited, as she remembered his body next to
hers. She sighed as a wave of desire rolled over her.
“She has
to,” Jessie said.
“Call
him, Kelly. Have him come over and make dinner for you naked,” Piper giggled
again. Kelly’s eyes popped open, and she glanced at Ben. His mouth hung open.
Kelly
leaned in his direction and rested her arm on the edge of the open window.
“This is what happens when both your best friends are newlyweds; all they ever
talk about is sex. Do you have this problem?”
Ben
stared at her then shook his head. She knew he lived the bachelor life with
another officer, Indigo Black. The man was just as good looking as Ben; she
didn’t understand why they both weren’t married. They were dependable men with
smoking hot bodies and better catches than Sawyer Hickey—that was for darn
sure.
Ben
cleared his throat. “You should call him.”
Encouraged,
her friends joined in. “Call him. Have him make dinner.”
“Why
should he make dinner?” Ben asked, leaning in to view her passengers and
echoing her unaired question.
“It’s
every girl’s fantasy to have a man cook for her,” Jessie said in a whimsical
voice.
“Naked
is better,” added Piper.
“Is this
true?” Ben asked looking down at Kelly.
She
smiled weakly and gave a one shoulder shrug. “It wouldn’t be a bad thing.” She
wouldn’t mind anyone cooking a meal for her, let alone a sexy naked man.
There
were already people who’d done jail time for acting out scenes from one or two
romance books, but those had been in public places. Indecent exposure, or
almost, if not caught by the police in time. One incident had saved a marriage
and made that couple the talk of the town. It wasn’t long before other men were
trying to please their women in a similar manner.
Ben
stood straight again and handed back her license. Tingles shot up her arm from
where his fingers touched hers. He put his hand on the door frame and removed
his glasses as he looked in. His brown eyes were framed with long dark lashes.
He grinned at Kelly and her heart jumped into her throat. “I think you should
call him.”
Jessie
gasped and Piper giggled. Kelly watched his snug fitting pants as he walked
back to the car. “He didn’t give me a ticket,” she realized.
“I guess
he values the world’s best sex,” Piper teased.
Kelly rolled her eyes and put the car into drive. They
needed to get to the new store Jessie had bought. She had scheduled a
contractor to meet them there. Kelly zipped into the street, noticing Ben
followed for a while. She parked and watched Ben slow as he passed. He gave her
a salute and winked. The smile blossomed on her lips.
Municipal Liaisons
A Fortuna, Texas Novel Book 4
Book 4 in the romantic comedy Fortuna, Texas series.
She aspired to renew the town; he desired to revive her love life…
Who’d have thought Michaela Arschfick would like Texas? Particularly some Podunk town with the mighty Fire Ant as its mascot. But from first glance, Fortuna captivates Michaela.
With most of the residents, primarily men, keeping their noses glued to the pages of romance novels, they don’t notice Fortuna needs a makeover. Michaela takes on the challenge of opening the eyes of City Hall to Fortuna’s potential. The longer she stays in the cozy town the more it feels like home, especially with the sexy, young mayor giving her VIP treatment.
After his wife died in a flash flood, the mayor of Fortuna, Texas, Jasen Delay, delved into work. Two years later, he’s still wearing the placating smile, but when a vanload of unban consultants visit the town... a beauty catches his eye.
Determined to keep their relationship professional, Jasen and Michaela must stymie their blossoming feelings and focus on revitalizing Fortuna's downtown. A nosy newspaper reporter, a perverted prankster, and sightings of Jasen's wife's ghost have Michaela second guessing her choice to stay. Jasen will do anything to keep Michaela in town. Fortuna needs her but, more importantly, Jasen needs her.
With Jasen's help, can Michaela wade through small town bureaucracy, solve the mystery of the canyon ghost, and learn to trust to her heart?
Book 4 -Municipal Liaisons Excerpt:
“So did you have a good afternoon with Mr.
Hottie McHot?”
Michaela glanced out the glass door as if
Jasen might hear. “Yes, Jasen was fun. He gave me firsthand knowledge of
Fortuna. I met half the town.”
“Did you kiss him?” Kim asked.
“No,” Michaela said, her face heating. She
glanced outside again. Maybe she should have. It wasn’t as if she would ever
see him again.
“That sucks. You two had chemistry even
Darren noticed it. It had his boxers in a bunch.” Kim turned and swiped her
hand in a grand gesture. “I’ve had to babysit these morons for the evening. You
owe me, girl.”
Michaela giggled and leaned against the
door frame. The men began arguing over whose idea it was to add a clock tower
to the courthouse. Buck rolled his eyes and then started drawing on the poster.
“That’s not in perspective.” Frank jabbed
the sketch with a finger. “Darren wouldn't propose something like that, anyway.
It’s a waste of resources.”
“It’s beautification with function.” Buck’s tongue stuck to the corner of his mouth
as he hunched closer and added detail.
“Is that the University of Cincinnati’s
clock tower again?” Frank asked with a huff.
Red-faced, Buck glanced up at the light
before answering, “No.” He
shrugged. “Maybe. Darren can sell anything.”
Michaela pushed off the doorjamb and
pulled Kim into the lobby. She leaned and whispered, “Darren can sell anything, but Jasen suggested I make the presentation.”
Kim’s eyes narrowed as she studied
Michaela’s face. “What are you
thinking?”
Michaela sighed. She threw her hands into
the air and turned around to pace. “I don’t know. This is crazy.”
“Spill it, Mick.” Kim tapped her
designer-clad toe.
Michaela stopped pacing and grinned. “The
municipal building already has a clock.” She shrugged. “I think I want to see
if Fortuna will hire me as a consultant.”
“You? Not New Wave Designs?”
“Yes. I’ll come back another time.” Michaela’s heart raced.
“But you have a no-compete clause if you
leave the company.” Kim shot a glance to the room full of guys.
“Only three months.” With a shrug,
Michaela crossed her arms. “This place feels like home. I can imagine a life
here.”
“With Mr. Hottie McHot?” Kim’s bright red
lips twisted into a smirk.
Heat flared on Michaela’s face, and she
glanced at the floor. “He’s a nice bonus but not the reason.”
Jasen had asked her if she felt obligated
to remain loyal to New Wave Designs. She loved the work, but if she could do
the same thing somewhere else, she’d make the switch. Moving hadn’t occurred to
her before, but suddenly the change sounded thrilling. Darren wouldn’t want it,
but she didn’t care.
“Uh, huh? Go find Mr. Hottie McHot,” Kim
said with a wave of dismissal. “I don’t want to listen to you sighing all
night.”
With her backside, Michaela pushed against
the door but hesitated. “If you wouldn’t mind, pick slides for the Power Point
that show work that I’ve contributed too.”
Kim stalked toward the gang with another
wave.
“Oh, and I found the perfect building for
your future coffee shop,” Michaela offered. Kim’s head whirled around so fast
she stumbled in her high heels. “I’ll tell you about it when I get back.”
Kim narrowed her eyes. “You’d better.”
Michaela slipped out into the dark, cool
evening. She hugged herself. Glancing both directions, she didn’t spot Jasen.
She took a guess and headed toward the square. On the corner, she inspected the
small park but couldn’t see anyone. Doleful, she crossed to the green space.
The black street lamps lit the paths. She stopped before the bronze statue of
Fortuna’s founder. After reading the plaque, she ventured to the fountain in
the center. The soft light caressed the bubbling water, luring her close.
She relaxed. Her mind wandered toward
Jasen. She’d been attracted to him and found his scruffy, strong chin sexy. His
dazzling smile and expressive hazel eyes were nice, but his willingness to
ditch Darren and the IT gang without question warmed her heart. He hadn’t pried
into her personal history and had been genuinely interested in her work, even
when she had rambled on. When she had apologized, he waved off the apology and
asked intelligent questions that proved he had listened.
Joy bubbled in her soul. His attentiveness
validated her. Michaela glanced at the silhouette of the large oak, its
branches yawning overhead, and took a deep breath.
Texas. Who’d have thought she would like Texas?
Especially some small town with the mighty fire ant as its mascot. Michaela
chuckled and leaned back. Her eyes sought the sky littered with more stars than
she’d ever seen. Lord have mercy, there was a lot about Fortuna she liked.
Michaela hated to admit it, but Kim had
been right. Jasen would be one hell of a perk if Michaela moved to Fortuna. She
sighed. Why hadn't she kissed him?
Goosebumps formed on her arms, and she
hugged herself and studied the area. The fountain had several tiers. The
highest with a Greek deity, maybe Justice, stared down at her in silent
judgment.
What was she doing wandering around a
strange town looking for the boy next door, Mr. Hottie McHot, when she should
join the IT crew working?
Jasen had most likely arrived home by now.
Unzipping her purse, she searched for a coin and tossed it into the water,
making a futile wish. She rubbed her face then shuffled the circumference of
the fountain, returning to where she had started. Gazing up from the water,
Michaela met Jasen's eyes.
Her wish had come true. Michaela's lungs
declined to work, and she froze. She refused to blink in case he vanished. His
wide eyes and smirk made her heart jump.
Jasen stepped forward. She leaped into his
arms.
“What are you—?” she began, but he
brushed his lips against hers.
Heat consumed Michaela, and she tiptoed,
claiming his lips with territorial aggression. For the night, he was hers. His
hands plunged into her hair, holding her head.
When they took a breath, he lifted her and
they sat on the bench. Cradled on his lap, one hand playing with the hair at
the nape of his neck, she opened for him and his tongue swept in. She clutched
his shirt.
He moaned. Their ragged breath split the
silence and drowned out rational thought.
After a while, she snuggled against him.
She dragged in large gulps of air. It had been a long time since she’d kissed
anyone with the ferocity as she kissed Jasen.
“Don’t leave,” he rasped. His heart
thumped rapidly through his shirt.
Michaela twisted so her nose was in the
crook of his neck. She stole a deep breath as tears stung her eyes. “I have to
go home.”
Jasen sighed.
“Come back.”
“I will if we're offered a contract.”
“I want you to take the job, not the
firm.”
Michaela
rested a moment as he stroked her hair. Could she find enough work in Fortuna
to survive? “We’ll see
how it goes tomorrow when I meet the mayor.”
Book Trailer
: YOUNG PEOPLE
While at Panera
meeting with a few other writers, I sat with my laptop open and my current work
in progress on the screen We were discussing a characterization problem when a
blonde woman plopped her mammoth laptop on the table next to me.
The pretty woman
was slender with long hair. Her eyes had mild crows feet, but by no means was
she old. As I studied her face, I wondered how we knew each other.
She smiled as she
said, "This won't work. Can you get it to connect?"
I'm not a computer
genius but connecting to Wi-Fi I can do. The Yahoo homepage was open and Scott
Trade awaited in the search bar. I checked the Wi-Fi icon for connectivity
(makes me sound tech savvy-right?) The internet access icon had an explanation
point next to it. Who knows why the connection was wonky, but I disconnected
and reconnected. When I opened a new internet window the Yahoo homepage popped
up again.
"Oh! Put in
Scott Trade,” she said excitedly.
Voila!
Needless to say,
she was awed by my computer skills. I hadn’t done a thing. The slow router
probably caught up with the number of patrons using it.
"Oh, thanks.
Hi, I'm Beth." She stuck out a hand, shaking mine. "When this stuff
happens, I always look for young people. They always know what to do."
Beth couldn't have
been more than five years older than me, and I’m pushing fifty. I blinked,
gazing at my friends then started giggling. Beth thought I was young.
I should have
bought her a coffee for the compliment but I was too shocked. Always stay young,
people.
Rochelle puts an artistic spin on everything she does but there are two things she fails at miserably:
1. Cooking (seriously, she can burn water)
2. Sewing (buttons immediately fall back off)
She loves baking and makes a mean BTS (Better than Sex) cake. When in observation mode she is quiet, however, her mouth is usually open with an encouraging glass-is-half-full pun or, quite possibly, her foot.
She is a Bearcat, a Buckeye, an interior decorator, and fluent in sarcasm.
In 2008, when her youngest entered Kindergarten, she decided to get the stories out of her head. Midway through her first novel, hurricane Ike (yes, a hurricane in Ohio) rendered the laptop useless with a nine-day power outage. She didn't give up, but continued to pursue her dream.
Every November Rochelle takes on the challenge of National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo.org) where she endeavors to write 50,000 words in thirty days. You can often hear her cheering the Dayton area Wrimos (those who join her in this crazy pursuit).
Rochelle shares her home with a big black cat, an itty-bitty orange tiger kitty, her daughter, her son, and her Prince.
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I love the cover! Thanks for the giveaway!
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