Alexander “Bull” McKinley’s reputation as a hard-nosed businessman is tested when an old Fairy Gate and local superstition stand in the way of a lucrative development contract. Alex has his hands full trying to convince the villagers to play ball, without the unexpected—and definitely unwanted—attraction to the feisty redhead leading the revolt.Dee Ashman detests those who put profit before people, and she’s damned if an arrogant, insensitive and, okay, wildly attractive capitalist is going to destroy the symbolic heart of the village and break her beloved grandmother’s heart.
But they cannot deny the desire that burns between them nor the unleashed passion neither can resist.
Page Count: 250
Word Count: 66500
Print ISBN: 1-60154-975-X
He moved even closer to let people pass. Dee had the distinct, and unsettling, impression he was doing it on purpose. “So where’s your drinking partner?”
Hoping to see Cassie heading out, Dee glanced back down the corridor. “Temporarily stood me up on account of a sun room. She needs planning permission and wanted to grab Richard.”
He nodded. Something about the intensity in those indigo eyes, framed so tantalizingly by the slash of straight, dark brows, shot a strange little quiver through her solar plexus.
“So, what do you do when you’re not objecting at meetings?”
“I run a shop here in the village. One that no doubt can expect to prosper under your new development plans.”
“What do you sell? Venom tipped arrows?”
“Amongst other things. Greetings cards, crystals, candles, books. I even stock tiny replicas of the Fairy Gate. Perhaps you’d like to call in and buy one before you tear it down forever. A little keepsake.”
His eyes narrowed. “Okay, I get the picture. You’re well and truly in the anti-camp.”
“Demolishing the Fairy Gate? I’m head of the anti camp.” And she hadn’t been more aware of that fact until he’d stood in front of her doing weird things to her equilibrium and threatening to destroy her grandmother’s memories.
“Into saving old monuments, are you?”
“It beats going around the country destroying them.”
His nostrils flared. “I’m not destroying the bloody thing. I’ve agreed to help move it.”
“Here’s a bit of news for you. It’s not yours to move.”
“Actually it is. I own that land.”
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