As promised, here’s the blurb and an excerpt from my latest contemporary romance, Bull at the Gate.
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.
He walked a few steps forward and peered up at the ironwork arch. “The only thing I got when I touched the bloody thing, was an electric shock.”
Dee moved to join him. “That’s because it knows you mean it harm.”
“It? The thing’s got a life of its own?”
“‘Course. It’s got a few hundred years worth of energy gathered in its structure. Think of all the people who’ve touched it hoping for their wishes to come true.”
He turned and looked down at her. “What about you? Have you ever made a wish here?”
“A couple actually.”
“Did they come true?”
No, they hadn’t. Neither one. Her mother had never come back for her, and she’d never discovered the identity of her father.
Alex stood, awaiting her answer.
"I think I made the mistake of telling someone what my wishes were. Apparently, if you tell, they don’t come true.”
“Convenient. Maybe you should try again. How about tapping it twice and wishing I’ll disappear.”
“It’s tempting.” So were his eyes with the moonlight shining in them, and the curve of his lips as they slid into a smile. “But if I gave it another shot, you’d know what I was wishing for, which means it wouldn’t happen.”
His expression turned serious. “I’m not here to cause trouble, Dee. I just want to build a few houses.”
“Hardly a few. Plus there’s the commercial buildings, bet they’re going to turn a nice tidy profit.”
“Can’t deny it. Making profit is why I’m in business.” Reaching out, he touched her arm and slid his fingers from elbow to wrist. “Doesn’t mean we can’t reach some amicable conclusion in all this. No reason we can’t all win.”
“How will that happen exactly?” Hmm. Maybe he could stop running his hand down her arm like that. “You won’t re-route the pipes and the villagers won’t agree to having the Gate removed.”
“Whatever. Err, do you think you could stop doing that? We’re having this important conversation. It’s distracting.”
He moved in, taking both her arms and easing her closer. “See there? Something we agree on. I’ve been distracted ever since you yelled at me in the village hall.”