Häftad, Engelska, 2017
Whisper of Love (The Bradens at Peaceful Harbor)
Tempest Braden
Del i serien Bradens at Peaceful Harbor
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- Utgivningsdatum: 2017-04-06
- Mått: 140 x 216 x 17 mm
- Vikt: 246 g
- Format: Häftad
- Språk: Engelska
- Serie: Bradens at Peaceful Harbor
- Antal sidor: 300
- Förlag: EverAfter Romance
- ISBN: 9781941480588
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Melissa Foster is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling and award-winning author. She writes sexy and heartwarming contemporary romance and new adult romance with emotionally compelling characters that stay with you long after you turn the last page. Melissa's emotional journeys are lovingly erotic and always family oriented--perfect beach reads for contemporary romance lovers who enjoy reading about wealthy heroes and smart, sassy heroines.
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“Jilly said you’re looking for a place to rent,” Emmaline said as she handed her a to-go cup.Tempest didn’t have to taste it to know it was her favorite, a caramel French vanilla latte. “Hopefully an affordable, quiet place.” “If you want affordable,” Emmaline said, “avoid anything near the center of town. Did you get tired of Jilly’s crazy hours? I swear that girl hasn’t slept a wink since sixth grade.” Tempest laughed. “She’s a bundle of energy. Unfortunately, I need quiet, so…” She pointed to the ad she was interested in. “This one looks like it might be perfect.” Emmaline made a tsk sound. “I know most of the people who put up these ads, but I don’t know much about the guy who put up that one. He’s real quiet. Has the cutest little boy, but…I don’t know.” “Do you think he’s a bad guy?” “No, not necessarily.” She leaned closer and said, “He’s an artist,” as if that explained her concerns. “He lives on the outskirts of town, keeps to himself. That’s about all I know. He’s just…I don’t know. Maybe I’m being overly critical. He’s mysterious. Yes, that’s the right word for him.” Tempest breathed easier. “A reclusive, mysterious artist with a cute kid? He just might be the perfect housemate.” After chatting for a few more minutes and promising to pass along a hug to Jillian, Tempest headed out to her car and called the number from the ad. “Hello?” A deep voice came gruffly through the phone. “Hi.” Caught off guard by his harsh tone, she forced herself not to be judgmental. “I’m calling about the room for rent.” “It’s a single room. Four fifty a month. You’re not a college kid, are you?” “No. You’re not a serial killer, are you?” He was quiet for a moment, and she held her breath. No joking with Mr. Serious. “Not today I’m not.” His voice was so powerful, so serious, she thought about Jillian’s offer to accompany her. The guy put up a flyer in a public place, and according to Emmaline, he has a son. Surely he isn’t collecting bodies on the outskirts of town. She thought of her cousin Nick, one of Jillian’s older brothers, who could be just as gruff as this guy sounded, but he wouldn’t hurt a fly. Unless they hurt his family. Then all bets were off. “You want to see the room?” he asked. “Sure.” Her heart hammered against her chest. They agreed to meet after she was done at the hospital, exchanged names, and she wrote down the address. “Great. I’ll see you this evening.” After the call she immediately pulled up the Internet and searched artist Nash Morgan. The few articles she found were dated more than four years ago, focusing on his artwork being sold in galleries along the East Coast. The accompanying pictures of his intricate wood and metal sculptures took her breath away. She searched back in time, seeking a picture of the gruff man behind the talent, but the only photograph was dated more than ten years ago. He was sitting on the hood of a truck wearing a pair of faded jeans and a gray T-shirt. Several leather bracelets circled one wrist, and a silver ring shone on his right ring finger. Dirty-blond hair stuck out from beneath a red Washington Nationals baseball cap. He had a small, beautiful mouth that curved up at the edges and a hint of a five o’clock shadow. His smallish dark eyes were fringed with lashes so thick they looked fake. Handsome and artsy, an irresistible combination.
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