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Marketing Exec's Widow

Executive Wives' Club series - Book 1

Author(s): Tina Gayle

Blurb for Marketing Exec’s Widow
Needing to revive her life and jump start her heart, Jennifer Larson is facing the biggest challenge of her life, moving into an unplanned future. While the rest of the Executives Wives’ Club continues to mourn their husbands, Jen is tempted into the future by a sexy chiropractor, Hagan Chaney.
But does he really love her or is he only after her money?


What others are saying about Tina Gayle's books.

Amazon Reviewer Kathleen P. Rowland

Five Stars

Marketing Exec's Widow (orginal published as The Unwilling Widow) by Tina Gayle has a fascinating story line. Jennifer Larson belongs to a loosely knit "club" of executive wives. To say the least, these women are competitive with each other. When their husbands are killed in a car crash, Jennifer is left a very rich and young widow. Women in the club become a bit softer as they attend funerals of each of their husbands. She meets attractive Dr Hagan Chaney, a chiropractor, and senses he needs money. She has plenty of it and wonders if he's interested in her because of it. I was hooked from the first pages to the last. Author Tina Gayle takes you an an intense, unbelievable journey. 

Marketing Exec's Widow is a great read, and I look forward to a sequel in the EXECUTIVE WIVES CLUB series. That's because, I'm curious about how their lives are playing out.

Excerpt


Chapter One

“You sure you want an older home?” Jennifer Larson stepped into the living room of the early-American style home, eyed the faded wallpaper and fought the dust tickling her nose. The doors leading from the room had the added benefit of creating functional areas for the office space her client wanted. But sheer age and the dilapidated state of the place would require a significant amount of time and money to return the house to its prior glory. 

“Yes, I like a house that has weathered a few storms and developed the divine grace that comes with age. Given a little care, she’ll be in the perfect spot to shine.” Hagan Cheney, a few feet away, stood by the large front window. The bright afternoon sun drew long shadows across the floor, adding to the dreary surroundings. A prevailing wind whistled around the house and through the bare oak tree in the small front yard, a salacious cat-call to alert every female to clutch their skirt close.

She shivered and air rushed through her nose on a loud sneeze.

“Gesundheit,” Hagan threw over his shoulder, shifting so that his masculine silhouette blocked her view of the wintry landscape.

“Thank you.” Jen tilted her head and narrowed her gaze. His tall, lean form topped hers even with three-inch heels on, a welcome rarity from the men she usually met. In addition, he had strawberry-blond hair, a known weakness of hers. The reddish-gold locks danced along the collar of his black shirt, teasing her with the idea of running her hands through the thick mass. Her fingers twitched. She dropped her gaze. Tight jeans covered a round, squeezable butt. Hot awareness suddenly sizzled, stunning Jen with its power.

She knotted her hands into fists and fought the unwelcome attraction.

No way, I’m his real estate agent, not his date for the evening. And it’s only been four months since...

“Elkhorn’s main street isn’t large, but the Little League baseball field and the restaurants should attract people to the area.” Hagan’s dark brown…no, hazel, his eyes were hazel she realized abruptly when his gaze met hers. He cocked a brow and a sexy smile teased the corner of his lips. Oh, darn, the man had nailed her ogling his backside.

Heat burned her cheeks and the air sizzled between them. Goose bumps popped out on her arms, and her internal timer ticked off each day she’d gone without sex—well over a year.

His smile grew wider and visions of his mouth melting onto hers slammed home the impossibility of the situation.
Give it up, girl. It’s not happening.

She swallowed and searched the room for a distraction, some way to gain control of her raging hormones and maintain the professional image she’d strived so hard to develop the last five years. “I agree. It is in a great location.”

The chipped plaster hanging haphazardly above their heads offered a reprieve. “But the house still needs a lot of work. And you did say you had a limited budget for remodeling.” She strolled into the hallway and gulped in some much needed air. Just because she found Hagan attractive didn’t mean the feeling was mutual.

A Realtor had to understand a client’s needs and learn their likes and dislikes. The relationship that developed could appear almost personal, but rarely lasted. Luckily, though, in this empty house, she didn’t have the enticement of staring at Hagan across a king-size bed or a comfy couch. The soft thud of his rubber-soled shoes followed in her wake as she led the way to the staircase. Jen cupped her hand around the oak railing and rubbed her moist palms against the polished wood. The man called to something inside her, a deep yearning to break away from the norm. A preposterous dream. Her gaze ran along the gentle curve of the banister until the golden wood flowed into the second floor. She tightened her grip. Bedrooms. The word conjured alluring images and warmth flooded through her veins. Maybe, she should call an end to the showing and drive him back to his office. “From what I’ve seen so far, you’d be better off with a different house. But if you like, we can check upstairs?”

“Lead the way, beautiful.” Hagan brushed his hand lightly across her back.

Hot tingles danced along her spine. Jen rushed forward. Whoa. As a new widow, she shouldn’t find the man attractive. Even if he was hot.

Drawing on her professional reserve, she stifled the urge to race up the stairs and slowed her pace. “I...uh...believe there are four rooms on the second level.”

The wood floor groaned under Hagan’s weight and his footsteps echoed through the empty house. “Any other houses in the area for sale?”

Reaching the landing, she sailed across and stopped by the first bedroom door. A brief glimpse revealed the same disappointing result as the space downstairs. “No, but there are a number of small towns nearby that might have what you’re looking for.”

An enticing male scent floated through the air, a second before a hand gripped the doorframe by her shoulder.
Every female gene sprang to attention at his close proximity.

Desire poured through her, drenching her with emotions she hadn’t felt in months, hell, maybe even years. Her knees wobbled and she staggered into the doorframe, but remained standing.

Hagan peered over her shoulder and blocked her retreat. “Not bad, if I want to have another office suite up here. I can tear out this wall and make a larger lobby, or close off the doorway and create another entrance into the room.” He wandered to the next bedroom.

She gulped in a quick breath and air screamed back into her lungs. The residual scent of his citrusy cologne flowed in too and prompted her out-of-control hormones to form images of him: lying in bed, on top of her, his chest nestled against hers, his lips a breath away from…

Oh, my, a year without sex and I’m losing it.

Craig, why didn’t you divorce me before you died?

Jen gathered her strength and followed Hagan through the house. The easy flow of his long limbs showed incredible grace for a big man. So tempting, yet, she couldn’t pursue him. Not now, not with everyone watching her, they expected her to act like a grieving widow. If she didn’t, they’d forever brand her as an unloving wife.

She hated the farce, but she had no choice. No one knew her marriage had turned into a sham long before Craig died.
A few minutes later, she walked outside and breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, with the showing done, she could return Hagan to his office. She locked the front door and stored the key in the lockbox. Spinning on her heels, she faced Hagan.
At the end of the porch, one foot already positioned on the first step with a hand out to assist her, he waited. “So, Jen, since we’re done for today, why don’t we meet tomorrow night for dinner?”

Jen edged backward and her butt hit the closed door. The urge to run away from his undeniable magnetism, and the problems he’d cause, sent her mind into a tail spin.

What in the hell should I do now?
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ISBN (Print): 978-1479140701
ISBN (Electronic): 9781466093898
Genre: Romance
Date Published: 02/16/2012
Publisher: Tina Gayle

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