OMG! I hope you’re ready to visit Hazard Falls, Kansas, and fall in love! Book 1, Don’t Fight It, starts off the series and it’s hot! Keep reading for an excerpt below!
When it feels right, don’t fight it.
Shane and Tucker have been mourning their wife’s death for two years. Their love for each other and their daughter has gotten them through the rough time. But while Shane is ready to take a chance on a new future, Tucker is stuck in the past, finding it hard to let go.
Paige is trying to put her life back together after her marriage crumbled following her husband’s arrest. Leaving California behind, she moves to Kansas, taking a job as a housekeeper and a nanny to a six-year-old girl.
She shouldn’t be dreaming of her sexy new bosses, but after seeing a steamy encounter between the two men, she can’t get either of them out of her mind.
Shane is certain Paige is the one who can finally heal them, but convincing her and Tucker might take a little scheming. Will it backfire or give them all a second chance at love?
Pondering what she was missing from her growing list, Paige eyed some of the photographs on the shelves beside her. There were pictures of Arianna, Shane, and another man who had to be his husband, Tucker. But in some of the them, when the little girl was much younger, there was a woman in the photos. That was probably the surrogate they’d used to have a child, Paige thought, because Arianna was the spitting image of her. The woman clearly knew the men well, since her arms were around both in several of the photos. Maybe a relative or close friend? And where was she now?
“That’s my mommy.”
Paige smiled at Arianna who’d wandered over. “She’s very pretty. You look just like her.”
“Thank you. A lot of people say that. I miss her, though. She’s in heaven with my cat, Shadow.”
Squatting down, Paige brushed the little girl’s hair back from her face. “I’m sorry to hear that. My mom and dad are in heaven too. I miss them very much. But you know what?” She pointed to the left side of her chest. “They’re always here in my heart where I can love them forever.”
“That’s what Daddy says when we watch the videos Mommy made before she went to heaven. She reads stories to me in them and just talks about things we did so I don’t forget them or her. Papa doesn’t like watching the videos though—they make him sad.”
The surrogate was probably a relative on Tucker’s side then. “Well, everyone grieves in their own way. And he has you and your daddy to love and make him happy, right?”
“Right,” Arianna said with a firm nod.
“Ahem,” a deep rumble sounded from behind Paige. She almost yelped in surprise as she stood and spun around, not having heard anyone else come into the house.
Holy hell, the man was gorgeous. This had to be Tucker Wilson. She recognized him from the photos, which hadn’t done him justice. Where his husband was tall, dark and handsome, this man was a brown-haired god—although a broody one, if his scowl was any indication. He could have been a Viking if his several-inches-long hair was blonde and this was more than ten centuries ago.
Paige realized she was gaping when he raised an eyebrow at her, and she gave herself a mental shake, reminding herself the man was married and gay.
“Hi, Papa!” Arianna launched herself toward her father, who managed to open his arms in time to catch her.
“This is Paige. She knows how to make butterscotch pancakes!”
“Really?” He shifted her onto his left hip, holding her in place with one arm.
“Uh-huh. Paige, Papa likes butterscotch as much as I do. Daddy likes chocolate better though.”
Paige smiled. “Well, I’ll have to remember to get both kinds of chips, so everyone can have what they like. Hi, you’re obviously Tucker. It’s nice to meet you.”
She stepped forward and held out her hand. Tucker hesitated, his gaze scanning her face. What he was searching for was beyond her. Paige almost dropped her hand before he reached out and shook it, then released it so he could set his daughter back onto the floor. “It’s nice to meet you too, Paige.” His tone was flat, and she got the impression he wasn’t all that thrilled about her being there, despite his words. He glanced toward the kitchen. “Did Shane mention dinner?”
“Um . . . yes. He said something about going to . . . um . . . sorry, I forgot the name of the restaurant.”
“Daddy said we were going to Bar None for dinner, Papa.” Arianna twirled around in several circles as she spoke.
A small frown appeared on Tucker’s face again, and Paige quickly said, “If that’s a problem, there’s plenty of food in the refrigerator and pantry. I can whip up something for dinner, so we don’t have to go out.”
Before Tucker could respond, Arianna stopped spinning and glared up at him. “But I want to go out, Papa. Daddy promised.”
His gaze fell to his daughter, and after a moment, he tugged on one of her pigtails. “We’ll go out, sweetheart. Daddy was right to suggest it. It would be rude to ask Paige to cook her first night here.”
“Yay!” She bounced up and down on the balls of her feet. “Will you dance with me if our song comes on?”
“Of course. Don’t I always?”
Tucker glanced at the clock on the satellite dish box in the entertainment center and then back at Paige. “I’m sure Shane said we’d leave for dinner at 6:00, so I have time to get some more work done.” He stroked his daughter’s head. “I’ll be back in a little bit, sweetheart. Turn off the TV and read or play ’til it’s time to go.”
His mouth was flat as he nodded at Paige, before turning around without another word, leaving her standing there. She heard the backdoor slam shut, probably a little harder than necessary. She didn’t know what Tucker’s problem with her was—she got the impression he didn’t want her there—and Paige hoped she wasn’t going to cause a rift between the two men. Not only did she really need the job with all but one of her bank and investment accounts still frozen, but she had nowhere else to go. She couldn’t go back to California, not with the press and people who blamed her for her husband’s crimes hounding her, nor did she want to go back to her hometown. There was nobody left there for her anymore. She’d been an only child and had lost touch with friends from her youth after permanently moving to the West Coast.
“Come on, Paige. I’ll show you our chickens.”
The corners of her mouth ticked upward, as she let the little girl take her hand and lead her to the backdoor. It was time to start over again. Hopefully, she could convince her new bosses they needed her as much as she needed them.
Copyright ©2018 Samantha A. Cole