Youthful dreams of romance shattered, Allison Armstrong is a
hard-nosed businesswoman with no illusions of happily ever after for her
future. Then her grandfather's will leaves her bound in a property settlement
to the very man who destroyed her teenage fantasies. She has no interest in the
remote land and wants to sell it off. Yet with all the legal resources at her
disposal, Allison can't escape the web of the will's provisions.
Heath Oakes was just a skinny teenager from the city the
last time he saw Allison. Now he's just as determined to maintain the estate as
a natural preserve as Allison is to get rid of it to developers. Hoping to
alter her opinion, he shanghais her into a canoe voyage through the wild,
pristine beauty of the area.
Will the beauty of untouched wilderness help her heart
remember the sweetness of stolen teenage kisses?
Rating: Spicy
Page Count: 206
Word Count: 51915
978-1-61217-791-5 Digital
Excerpt:
“I’ve shanghaied you.” He put aside his paddle, picked up
the canteen, and took a swallow before recapping it.
“Kidnapped, you mean.” Outrage surmounted all her previous
emotions.
“No, shanghaied.” He plunged his paddle deep, sending the
canoe to the right to avoid a rock. “You’ll be working your passage.”
“Oh, I don’t think so. And for future reference, what did
you do while I was out cold?” she raged.
“Loaded you into a sleeping bag and this canoe.” He kept his
eyes focused over her head, at the river beyond. “Check your clothes if you’re
concerned. I’ve never been turned on by an inebriated woman.”
“I was not inebriated, you backstreet slim. Ouch!” Her
outburst brought on a pounding ache above her eyes. She caught her head between
her hands. “Take me back to the Lodge right now! Otherwise, I’ll have you
charged with kidnapping!”
“Really? I’m shaking in my boots. You’ll feel better after
you’ve had a couple of aspirin and some lunch.”
“Don’t you dare laugh at me!” She clenched her fists and
sucked in her lips. “I’m deadly serious!”
“Well, then, that’s too bad. Because I can’t take you back.
We’re a good six miles downriver from the Lodge, deep into roadless wilderness,
and with the force of the freshet that’s pushing us, a superhero couldn’t
paddle us back upstream.” He dipped his paddle deep and nosed the canoe to the
left.
“Hang on,” he ordered. “We’re heading into rapids.”
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