By: Jami Davenport
Releasing October 21, 2016
Cedrona Enterprises
Cedrona Enterprises
Zeke Wolfe, the man who’s written off his entire family, rescues a young woman and three children on a stormy Seattle night. Before he knows it, he has an instant family and a fake fiancĂ© he’s certain he doesn’t want.
Paisley Madison dreams of having a real home for herself and her sister's children. When a handsome baseball player drops into her life, she knows a gift when she sees one and hires herself as his assistant.
As their business arrangement turns into something much more personal, Paisley and Zeke's pasts threaten to destroy their precarious hold on a future together. Can they conquer their demons and find love, or will they run from their pasts and abandon their future together?
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Paisley startled awake early. She
bolted upright and winced when her back protested. Ignoring her whiny
body parts, she blinked several times and squinted, attempting to get
her bearings. The morning sun cast beams of light across the room and
over the sleeping children. Last night flooded back to her in a rush
of confusion and hope.
Being drenched. The hot baseball
player. The old, creepy house. The pizza.
Checking each child to make sure
they were all still asleep, Paisley rose, stretched, and padded out
of the bedroom in her bare feet. The place didn’t look so creepy in
the daylight. In fact, despite the obvious neglect, it was beautiful.
She took her time exploring each room, except the closed door to
Zeke’s room.
Zeke. Holy mother of all creation,
he was hot. And he was wealthy. She wasn’t a gold digger by any
means, but he had the money to pay her for a job well done, which had
her wheels turning. She believed in making wine out of any beer that
life threw her way. She’d keep her hands off and prove her value to
Zeke. He needed someone to manage his life and battle the dust and
spiders staking their claim on this grand old house.
He needed her.
Zeke’s house wasn’t just a
house; it was a mansion by her standards. Much to her delight, it was
perched on a hill among older homes overlooking Seattle and the
water. She couldn’t wait to explore the stately old neighborhood.
What she could see from the windows indicated the other homes were
well kept, unlike Zeke’s. His yard needed as much work as the
inside. She’d tackle that project, too.
Yeah, the poor man really needed
her, and she’d make sure he knew it.
The house had seen better days and
was in need of updating and TLC, but the potential shone through like
an unpolished diamond among common rocks, and the view was priceless.
Last night’s deluge gave way to a
partially cloudy morning with patches of blue sky. Rays of sun
bounced off drops of rain on the leaves of nearby trees. The sun lit
up the large expanse of water below. She hadn’t a clue whether it
was part of the ocean or something else.
A few rooms in the house were
stacked with boxes. Stray pieces of furniture were placed here and
there. Zeke didn’t appear to have much in the way of personal
belongings. She added shopping for furniture to her assistant to-do
list. She’d create a design for each room with an overarching theme
among them. Judging from the age of the house and the style, she’d
opt for mission style, one of her favorites.
Paisley rubbed her hands together in
glee, excited and ready to get started with her day. The kids could
help. On Monday, she’d need to enroll them in a local school
despite their lack of an actual home. During her nosy explorations
she’d found a temporary option. The daylight basement level of this
house had been converted into an apartment. It had big windows
looking into the backyard and down the hill.
Perfect for her and the kids, and
perfect for keeping them out of Zeke’s hair.
Now to work on selling her worth to
Zeke. Her strict adherence to maintaining a positive outlook in all
situations—last night being an exception—would serve her well.
Zeke was a busy athlete just starting the season. Baseball players
played over one hundred and fifty games a year, not counting
playoffs. He’d be gone a lot to away games.
He absolutely needed her. Oh, yes,
he did. She skipped up the stairs, singing a nonsensical happy song
the kids loved. Cracking the door, she checked on them again. They
were dead to the world. She couldn’t resist a glance into the room
Zeke slept in. His suitcase was open on top of a rumpled comforter,
but true to his word, he’d left early this morning. She’d heard
his SUV as it backed out of the garage.
With a big grin on her face and a
bounce in her step, she started her chores in the kitchen, giving it
a thorough scrubbing after finding cleaning supplies under the sink.
Later, she’d unpack dishes and put them in the cupboards.
The kitchen was beautiful under all
the grime and dust. It’d been remodeled recently and had gorgeous
wood cabinets, granite countertops, and stainless steel appliances
with a professional stove and oven. The previous owners must have run
out of money during the kitchen remodel. The backsplashes were
missing and the walls were unpainted, as if someone had stripped off
layers of wallpaper, then left.
She stood back, hands on hips, and
surveyed her work. The kitchen was gleaming. Everything was in its
place.
Zeke would be pleasantly surprised.
USA Today Bestselling Author Jami Davenport writes sexy contemporary and sports romances, including her two new indie endeavors: the Game On in Seattle Series and the Madrona Island Series. Jami's new releases consistently rank in the top fifty on the sports romance and sports genre lists on Amazon, and she has hit the Amazon top hundred authors list in both contemporary romance and genre fiction multiple times. Jami ranked Number Seven on Kobo's Top Ten Most Completed Authors, an honor bestowed on the year's "most engaging" authors based on an average page completion rate by their readers.
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