by Kim Amos
a Contemporary Small Town Romance
from Forever/Hatchette
Blurb
Twelve years ago, beautiful, blond, wealthy Willa Masterson left White Pine, tires squealing, for New York City, without looking back. Since then, she's enjoyed everything New York has to offer a girl with unlimited resources. But the recent discovery that her boyfriend has squandered her inheritance in a Ponzi scheme sends Willa back to White Pine, to the only asset she has left: her childhood home, which she plans to turn into a high-end B&B.
Enter Burk Olmstead, the best contractor in town-and Willa's high school boyfriend, whom she left high and dry when she moved away. Hard-working, hard-bodied Burk, who has been taking care of Willa's childhood home for years, also has plans for the beautiful old house-plans that conflict with Willa's B&B. When these two argue, sparks fly and reignite the fire that's always been between them...but it may take the whole town of White Pine to get these two lovers back together for good.
Enter Burk Olmstead, the best contractor in town-and Willa's high school boyfriend, whom she left high and dry when she moved away. Hard-working, hard-bodied Burk, who has been taking care of Willa's childhood home for years, also has plans for the beautiful old house-plans that conflict with Willa's B&B. When these two argue, sparks fly and reignite the fire that's always been between them...but it may take the whole town of White Pine to get these two lovers back together for good.
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EXCERPT
“This piece you
did, this collage. Is it how you envision things?”
Willa tried to
concentrate on the question, even though she was suddenly, unbearably warm. She
tore her eyes from Burk’s to glance at the collage. It featured an open, homey
space with cream walls and leather couches the color of an old penny. Stacks of
books were placed here and there, as if any topic you wanted to read about
would be within reach. The coffee table in this picture was yellow, not blue
like hers, but the effect was the same. Its worn look gave all the newness a
comfy feel, as if to say this was a room for using and living in—not just for
staring at.
“It’s a good
start,” Willa confessed. “I was thinking I’d like to have some of the same
touches in the B&B.”
Burk nodded, but
didn’t take his eyes off Willa. A long moment passed, during which she wanted
desperately to reach for him, to take his strong face in her hands and to
apologize already. To tell him how sorry she was for the past. For the way
she’d been a stupid, selfish teenager and had wounded him.
Her heart pounded.
She wondered, suddenly, what it would be like to start anew with Burk. Not in a
relationship, necessarily, but to have something else between them besides the
past. Maybe even just great sex, she thought, glancing at the thick muscles of
his arms, taking in the strength of his large hands. She wondered at the hairs
of his forearms, dark but soft, and how they’d feel against her skin.
God, it would be
fun. She bit her lip. All this pent-up frustration would have somewhere to go.
She and Burk could wash away the pain of the past with pleasure of the present.
“I like this
room,” Burk said quietly. A sudden hoarseness in his voice thrilled her. He
tapped a strong finger on the collage’s page. “I’ll help you with your projects
if you can do a little background work on the how. You figure out the
techniques, what supplies we need, I’ll help you make it happen.”
Willa’s heart
surged. She was downright delighted, happier than she’d been in ages. She’d
found something she could do, could learn. “Thank you!” she cried, throwing her
arms around his neck before she could think twice. His arms entwined her
instinctively.
As soon as their
bodies were linked, the blood rushed to hear head in a roar. The warmth of his
skin was going to melt her, his breath on her cheek was going to erode her, the
pieces of his hair threaded between her fingers was going to end her
circulation. Her body was going to cease to function, and she’d be locked in
this moment. Forever.
She inhaled the
scent of him and found she didn’t mind.
“Willa,” he
growled. She couldn’t tell if he wanted her off of him, or wanted her pressed
harder against him.
He pulled back to
look at her and she saw the dark desire etched into his face again. He’s going
to kiss me, Willa thought.
And this time I won’t let him flip a switch and
walk away.
She was ready for
it—ready for him—when the doorbell clanged and startled them both. They broke
apart as the moment shattered. Their bodies distanced themselves, and Willa was
instantly cold, missing the warmth of him.
Burk mumbled
something and picked his paintbrush back up. Willa stood, smoothing the front
of her work clothes, and walked to the door with as much dignity as she could
muster. I will kill whoever this is,
she thought. I will strangle them and
dump their body in the Birch River.
About Kim Amos
A Midwesterner whose roots run deep, Kim Amos is a writer living in Michigan with her husband and three furry animals.
Website: http://www. kimamoswrites.com/
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