A Moment of Bliss
by Heather McGovern
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GENRE: Contemporary Romance
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BLURB:
Nestled in the lush green mountains of North Carolina, the Honeywilde
Inn will be a romantic’s dream getaway—if only the Bradley siblings can keep it
running. It will take a combination of hard work, good luck, and the kind of
love that dreams are made of…
Roark Bradley is no stranger to responsibility. Growing up, he
practically raised his younger siblings while his parents threw themselves into
working the inn—and arguing with each other. Determined to make the Honeywilde
shine once more, Roark jumps at the chance to conduct business with a
no-nonsense event planner who approaches him about celebrity nuptials that
could put the inn back on the map. If only it wasn’t so tempting to discuss
some no-strings attached pleasure with her instead…
Madison Kline is done with weddings—at least personally. Her own
youthful mistake is a well-guarded secret, and one she refuses to repeat. But
as she and bold, broad-shouldered Roark work together to make a rock star
couple’s wedding a reality, she finds herself wishing romance didn’t feel like
a four-letter word. Can either of them surrender their hard-won independence
and workaholic ways for something sweeter—and even more rewarding?...
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EXCERPT:
“Wright named
them that. Says it’s because they’ll make your eyes roll back in pleasure. His
words, not mine. And he calls the frosted ones Frosty Fixations.”
She rubbed at
her mouth to hide her grin over the ridiculous names.
“He’s a
fanatic, I’m telling you. But I can’t eat just one. Would you like to try a
Pumpkin Pleasure Roll?”
Would she
like to try one?
She barely
managed not to laugh like a hyena. Hell yes, she would like to try a whole
plate of them and then roll around in the crumbs, but she was not going to fall
victim to the inn’s goodies yet. Not until she knew this deal wasn’t going to
blow up in her face.
“No, thank
you.”
“Seriously?”
She couldn’t
believe it either. The self-restraint she was practicing right now would
impress a nun.
Roark stepped
aside. “Suit yourself then. Feel free to have a look around the kitchen. You’ll
see the enormous vat of vanilla mixture over there. It’s been known to attack.
Give it a wide berth.”
Madison
turned away so he couldn’t see her smile. She was here to work; to broker a
deal that meant she was capable of succeeding on her own. That deal meant
practically taking over his inn for a weekend and pulling off the impossible in
about three weeks. She was not here to smile and laugh with the good-looking
inn owner.
The kitchen
was clean but recently used and cluttered. Wright might be a messy chef, but he
tidied up afterwards. The revamps Roark had mentioned showed in the new
commercial oven and appliances.
Luckily, she
was capable of doing a thorough yet speedy overview of everything. The longer
she spent in this kitchen, the more tempted she was to stuff a cookie in her
mouth.
A scenario
ran through her mind. What was the likelihood she could scarf down one,
possibly three, cookies without anyone noticing?
She finished
checking out the kitchen and wound back around to the front, right in time to
find Roark polishing off a Pumpkin Pleasure Roll.
His cheeks
full, he dipped his chin, color rushing to his face. When he got done chewing,
the strong line of his jaw was back in place, but his cheeks were still pink.
Roark’s flush was a complete contradiction to his steady gaze and serious look.
He wiped his fingers on a napkin and smoothed his shirt down, as though
straightening a tie that wasn’t there.
“Busted.” He
smiled, showing the tiniest hint of a dimple in his right cheek.
In that
moment, Madison finally admitted the truth to herself. Between the cookies and
the resort owner, Roark Bradley was the yummiest choice.
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Heather
McGovern writes contemporary romance in swoony, southern settings. While
her love of travel and adventure takes her far, there is no place quite like
home. She lives in South Carolina with her husband and son, and a collection of
Legos that's threatening to take over the house. When she isn't writing, she's
working out, or binging on books and Netflix.
She
is a member of Romance Writers
of America, as well as Carolina Romance Writers, and she's represented by
Nicole Resciniti of The Seymour Agency.
Connect
with Heather on her website, Facebook, Twitter, or her group blog. She'd love
to hear to from you!
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