Here's a fun excerpt:
She was just entering the back door when her cell phone buzzed. She glanced at the number and smiled. Ian. He was coming for an easy supper. They'd made it at seven since Tessa would be in the barn's kitchen all day. He'd offered to take her out to eat for all of the meals she'd fed him, but she knew she'd be tired. All she wanted to do for half an hour was put her feet up and watch mindless TV.
She answered the call. "Yes?"
"Hey, Tessa, could you do me a favor and call a handyman to come to my house immediately?" Ian sounded frazzled, out of sorts. "I can't get to a phone book, and I'm in a bit of a jam."
She waited. "Is everything all right?"
"Everything's fine." She doubted that. His voice was strained. Something was wrong. "Nothing I can't handle."
Oh, boy, what had he gotten himself into? She knew he'd had a crew come to work on plumbing today. They were going to put up a new glass partition for his shower. She frowned. What could go wrong with that? She tried to keep her tone light. "What do you need help with?"
"A little heavy lifting." She heard a loud grunt, followed by, "Gotta go!"
She stared at the phone. What the hell? He was in trouble, but didn't want to ask for her help. Why? But that grunt had sounded desperate. She dialed Luke's number. No one picked up. She tried Garth. No one home. She grabbed the keys to her truck and drove to his place. When she knocked, no one answered. She pushed, and the door opened. She stuck her head in and called, "Is anyone home?"
Nothing, but the golf cart was parked in the drive. He hadn't gone anywhere. Had something fallen on him? Had he passed out? She walked farther into the house. "Ian?"
A muffled noise came from the bathroom. Wasn't that one of the rooms where the most home accidents happened? She hurried down the hallway. "Ian!"
"I can't hold it much longer."
"Hold what?" She knocked on the door, and it opened. Her jaw dropped, and she stared.
"Oh, God, close your eyes!" Poor Ian had his body pressed against the glass of the sliding, shower doors, his knuckles white with the effort to hold the entire piece in place. One false move and the whole thing would crash to the floor and glass would go everywhere.
She tore her gaze away from awesome nakedness and glanced at his clothes, folded on top of the toilet tank. His jeans hung half-on, half-off. He'd obviously reached for them, taken his cell phone from the pocket, and then lost his grip on the shower doors.
She tried not to notice the tanned skin and taut muscles that strained against the glass. A six-pack, maybe eight. My, oh my. She especially tried not to let her gaze roam farther south, but she was only human. And oh goodness, every part of Ian was impressive, smashed against the glass. Lots better than her bakery showcase. She cleared her throat. "Can I help?"
He jerked, and she was worried he'd lose his grip on the metal frame, but he tightened his fingers and said, "If you could slide a couple of chairs close to the tub, I think we can scoot the whole thing on those for support."
She ran to grab two kitchen chairs, and with some grunts and finagling, they got the doors balanced on them and leaned the glass unit against the side wall. Ian grabbed a towel the minute he could let go of the doors and wrapped it snugly around his waist. Even then, the man's body proved a distraction. How could he be so fit when he was clearly not an outdoorsman?
He ran a hand through his damp hair. "I'm sorry. I didn't know who else to call. I didn't mean for you to come. I didn't want you to see…well, what you saw."
"I called around, but couldn't get anybody." Tessa should glue her eyes shut so her gaze didn't roam to the gap the towel didn't cover in back. Ian had a great ass.
He sighed, frustrated. "The work crew came from out of town. The doors were supposed to be solid, but when I tried to get out of the tub, the whole thing started to fall on me. They'd have never gotten back in time. I can't believe you had to see me buck naked."
Had to? She'd have paid the price of admission—even if she had to break her piggy bank.
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Avenue to Heaven
When a coffin arrives on Annie Corday’s doorstep she knows who sent it—her former husband, one of Chicago’s most vicious crime lords. Desperate, she decides on a radical solution. If a man can advertise for a wife, why can’t she arrange for a bodyguard and temporary husband? Jake Williams isn’t looking for a wife when he comes to Chicago to buy cattle but ends up roped into a loco marriage contract. And worse, he can’t stop his headlong fall into love with a woman who will eventually leave.
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