Blurb:
Child advocate Nora Cross doesn't have time for the private cooking lesson her sister won at a charity auction. Hunter Graham, the young chef, is the last person she needs telling her she's forgotten how to have fun. So why can't she get the very hot, very eligible man off her mind?
After a stellar debut in New York City, Hunter's back in Santa Fe to open a new restaurant. He lives a charmed life and he knows it. He isn't interested in a workaholic who's glued to her smart phone. So why is he trying to convince Nora to relax and enjoy life—with him?
When Nora's apartment and office are ransacked, Hunter comes to her rescue, surprised to find himself playing knight-in-shining-armor to the uptight executive. But when it becomes clear Nora is no random target, Hunter realizes he'll do anything to keep her safe.
Excerpt:
The husky voice was right behind her. Nora turned too quickly and her foot slipped off the ladder.
Strong arms caught her. She looked up into the most unusual lavender eyes—their paleness enhanced by the dark indigo rings that circled the irises and the dilated black pupils at their center.
At that moment, she was surprised to find herself regretting that the terribly impractical burgundy jumpsuit Karen had purchased for her to wear tonight was still hanging in her apartment closet.
It wasn’t only the look of the man who held her that sent her senses reeling. He smelled like chocolate. Not the sweet milk chocolate candy, but a deep, dark, earthy cocoa that was complemented by the barest hint of something spicy. Part of her wanted to close her eyes and rest in a cocoon of pure chocolate rapture, but the other part was reluctant to tear her gaze from his astonishing face.
It took her a few moments to realize he hadn’t moved, and that he was staring at her just as intently. She felt a warm glow radiating from where he held her. It snaked its way along her arms, and headed up her neck to her face. The current also flowed downward through her body, warming her abdomen and weakening her knees. Her heart was pounding in her ears, and for a moment she forgot she was supposed to breathe.
Suddenly he released her and stepped back.
“I didn’t mean to startle you. And I’m sorry for staring,” he said.
Nora straightened and grabbed the stepladder for support, forgetting to hold on to her cell phone.
She heard it skitter across the floor. Dammit!
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