Falling for the Innkeeper
Meghann Whistler
Published by: Harlequin Love Inspired
Publication date: August 1st 2020
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
She’s the home he never expected to find.
A battle for a charming Cape Cod inn…
But what happens when romance checks in?
Single mom Laura Lessoway won’t accept her mother’s plan
of selling her late grandmother’s inn without a fight. But when big-city
attorney Jonathan Masters arrives to arrange an offer from his client, she’s
drawn to him. And working together as he helps with repairs only brings them
closer. With his career and her home on the line, can they ever find common
ground?
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EXCERPT:
Jonathan Masters pulled up in front of The Sea Glass
Inn, turned off his GPS and sighed. How had he gotten himself into this? He
really didn’t want to intrude on a single mother and her young daughter right
at dinnertime.
A sixth-year associate at Meyers, Suben & Roe, the
top corporate law firm in Boston, Jonathan had left work early to drive to the
sleepy Cape Cod town of Wychmere Bay to take care of some new business. This
little inn wasn’t the new business, of course, but if he could ensure that
Carberry Hotels acquired this prime piece of beachfront property, there was a
good shot that the luxury hotel chain would hire Jonathan’s firm for all its
legal needs.
And if Jonathan wanted to make partner, as his mentor,
Mike Roe, had told him just a few nights ago, he needed to prove he was a
closer.
“You’re smart, Masters,” Mike had said, “and a hard
worker, but frankly, if that’s all you’ve got, you’re a dime a dozen.”
Although Jonathan generally took criticism well, that
had hurt. In his experience, hard work always paid off. It’s what had earned
him a scholarship to college and what had gotten him into Harvard Law. The idea
that it might not be enough to get him a partnership was simply…unacceptable.
So, if Mike wanted him to bring in new business,
Jonathan would bring in new business. Maybe he wasn’t particularly slick or
practiced at glad-handing, but if that’s what it would take to earn a
partnership, he’d learn. He had to.
He stepped out of the car and looked at the little inn.
It was two stories high with gray cedar shingles, black window shutters and a
hand-painted sign with its name—The Sea Glass Inn—hanging from a wooden post
out front. In other words, quintessential Cape Cod.
He adjusted his tie and cuff links, the expensive ones
he wore when he wanted to impress. Not that he expected a single mother to even
notice his wardrobe. But it was like his battle armor. Look the part, play the
part. Get. It. Done.
There were lights on inside the inn, which was a good
sign. He left his suitcase in the car, took a deep breath, walked up the
brick-lined path to the front door and knocked.
Almost immediately, the door swung open onto a deserted
sitting room with a unique sea glass chandelier, and Jonathan was baffled for a
split second until he glanced down and saw a dark-haired slip of a girl with a
mischievous smile and gigantic green eyes. She was wearing white tights with
purple stars, a pink tutu and—of all things—an itty-bitty Red Sox jersey. Plus,
she was holding a couple of crumpled twenty-dollar bills in her hand.
Her big eyes went bigger as she focused on his face. “You’re
not the pizza man,” she said, her words betraying just a tiny hint of a
lisp.
“Nope.”
He grinned and crouched down so he was eye level with her. “Not the pizza man.”
He peered into the room behind her. “Is your mom around?”
“Emma, honey!” a woman called out, pushing her way
through a set of swinging doors into the room. “I told you not to—” She stopped
abruptly when she caught sight of Jonathan.
Although he was certain they’d never met—he’d have
remembered a face like hers—the sense of familiarity he felt upon looking into
her soft green eyes was jarring. Her clear, heart-shaped face was framed by
thick dark hair that tumbled over her shoulders and down her back in waves. She
was slender and dressed casually in jeans and a Red Sox sweatshirt. Although
she had hardly a lick of makeup on her face, he was still almost dazzled by how
beautiful she was.
He gave his head a small shake—don’t be an
idiot!—straightened up and offered his hand. “Hi, I’m Jonathan
Masters with Meyers, Suben & Roe. I spoke with your mother, Eleanor,
earlier about staying here for a few days while we work out the terms of the
deal.”
“You spoke with my mother…about a deal…?” The green-eyed
beauty made no move to come closer and shake his hand.
Oh, man, Jonathan thought ruefully.
He’d gotten the sense during his meeting with Eleanor Lessoway, this woman’s
mother, that Eleanor might be a little flaky—rich, but flaky—but this was
taking flakiness to new heights. He wasn’t just intruding
on this woman and her daughter; he was ambushing
them.
And he didn’t like it one bit.
Author Bio:
Meghann Whistler writes sweet Christian romance novels
that WON'T make your grandmother blush.
A hopeless romantic who met her husband on a blind date,
Meghann recently left her marketing career to pursue her lifelong passion of
writing sweet, inspirational stories that demonstrate the power of love and
grace.
Before settling down with her rocket scientist husband
and raising three rambunctious boys, Meghann earned a B.A. in English from
Amherst College and an M.F.A. in creative writing from Emerson
College.
She loves to hear from her readers, who can reach her at
www.meghannwhistler.com.
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