THUNDER
BLURB:
Lonely
young witch, Veronica Hardwicke, has
struggled to get on with her life after the death of the elderly husband who’d
left her a fortune and a sprawling estate in mystical Sleepy Hollow. When
frightening things go bump in the night on a stormy Fourth of July, who better to
call than the sexy developer and contractor, Sean Jones, who's been renovating
her mansion for months?
Sean may grace the
tabloid pages with a different supermodel on his arm every night, but it's
Veronica who drives him nuts. Ignoring his instinct to stay away, he answers
her summons.
Will the thundering
passion of their 1Night Stand tear down the barriers between them?
EXCERPT:
Veronica paced back and forth in
the grand entry foyer of the Belmont mansion, the kitten heels of her Prada
mules clacking on the marble floors.
The rest of the place might not
be finished, but she’d insisted on having a few rooms completed, so at least
she felt like she was living in a home, rather than a massive, never-ending
construction project. Well, her contractor
had insisted, even though working around the main entrance and central
hallway created more work for him and his crew. But she was forced to admit he
was right.
Her cell phone chimed on top of
the antique credenza shoved flush against one wall. She leaped for it. Probably
Geneviève, to regale her with all the fun she was having in Paris
Congratulations,
Veronica. 1Night Stand has found your date. Have a good time.
With both anxiety and mounting
excitement, she stared at the screen and waited. No other info. Outside in the
night, thunder boomed. She jumped then laughed at herself.
Ghosts
are one thing, but freaking out at the weather now? Cripes, you really do need
this date!
She let her imagination run wild,
then texted back for more details:
When?
Where? Who?
An insistent pounding at the
front door jarred her out of her fantasy. She swung the door open on another
explosive crack of thunder.
Sean stood on her doorstep, his
soaked T-shirt molding sculpted pecs and abs, his drenched hair flattened over
his brow. Rain poured down as he fiddled with his iPhone, a bemused expression
on his face. Behind him, jagged arrows of lightning tore the dark sky. He
glared at the screen, glanced at her in confusion, then back at the screen.
Veronica’s own phone pinged
again. Thunder roared. She read the message in disbelief.
You’re looking at him.
No comments:
Post a Comment