COMING JUNE 14, 2016
Book 3 in the Red River Valley series.
It’s In His Smile by Shelly Alexander
She’s risking it all on a dream career…until his smile convinces her to risk her heart on love.
Miranda Cruz isn’t just the best darned waitress in town anymore; she’s Red River’s newest innkeeper. All she has to do is renovate the inn, find the contractor that has disappeared with her life’s savings, and prove that she is the respectable business owner she’s always dreamed of being. Easy, right? Especially for the intelligent Miss Cruz who never depends on anyone, including a man. Until a gorgeous old flame shows up and reignites a fire that has been simmering for seven long years and could send her dreams up in smoke.
Acclaimed environmental architect, Talmadge Oaks, returns home to Red River to settle family business. He plans to get in and get out as quickly as possible because a professional catastrophe is waiting for him back in the Pacific Northwest. When an unforeseen snag keeps him in Red River longer than expected, he finds himself entangled with the floundering renovations of his late grandmother’s old Victorian inn. Handy with a hammer, Talmadge offers to help the inn’s beautiful new owner, but his motives aren’t completely selfless. Will his secret demolish everything they are building? Or will their undeniable passion and love be enough to hold them together?
Miranda Cruze was sure that getting hot and bothered at a wake broke at least one of the unwritten rules of funeral etiquette. Especially since she was the hostess.
Ms. Bea, Miranda’s friend and mentor, deserved more respect.
The scent of freshly baked oatmeal and raisin cookies drifted over the bar that separated the kitchen from the dining area to fill the room and hopefully bring some comfort to the mourners. Miranda pulled the last batch from the oven and dished them onto a plate with a spatula.
The heat climbing up her legs to settle between her thighs was from the oven, right?
Right. Of course it was the oven. Or her black formfitting pants. She probably should’ve bought the next size up.
It definitely was not because of Bea’s hot and handsome grandson, Talmadge. His mere presence was absolutely not the cause of her throat turning to chalk dust or her rusty girl parts turning a flip or her need to stay on the other side of the funeral parlor, the other side of the graveside service, and the other side of the room. All damn day. Until she felt like she’d been playing a game of keep-away and he was it.
No, the heat seeping into every single inch of her five-feet-two-inch body was not because of Red River’s prodigal son--a leader in green architecture made famous for his environmentally friendly designs and for bringing hotel chains around the world into the age of energy efficiency--come home to bury his beloved grandmother.
Definitely the oven. She kicked it closed with her black ankle-booted foot. With a toss, her oven mitt landed on the outdated Formica counter.
When she’d bought the small Victorian inn just off Red River’s Main Street from Bea Oaks five months ago, she hadn’t considered that her first public event would be to mourn the loss of her old friend. She hadn’t considered that she’d have to figure out how to run an inn on her own without Bea’s experience and advice. She hadn’t considered that before opening for business, the renovations would chew up most of her savings from waiting tables since she was fifteen.
Obviously, Miranda needed to spend more time considering.
She waded through the ocean of mourners, offered condolences, sidestepped a few boxes of tile that her contractor still hadn’t installed, and placed the fresh plate of cookies on the table of picked-over food.
She arranged a few serving dishes, straightened the stack of napkins, made sure enough clean silverware was available. And then she had no choice but to turn her attention to the roomful of saddened guests who had no idea how much Miranda was really going to miss Beatrice Oaks.
No one except...
Miranda’s stare settled on Talmadge, who was standing on the far side of the inn’s large dining room. His injured arm in a sling under his suit jacket, he chatted with a middle-aged couple.
For the tiniest moment, her heart beat in an odd cadence before it caught the right rhythm again.
She had known Talmadge would come to his grandmother’s funeral. Of course he would. But a small part of her had hoped he wouldn’t show. Another teensy weeny part of her had hoped he would.
Wouldn’t. Would. Wouldn’t. Would.
And then there he had been, his broad shoulders filling the funeral parlor doorway. Eyes rimmed in red for the grandmother who’d raised him.
As they’d done then, her insides were back to doing the jive like she was a contestant on Dancing with the Stars. Or a pole dancer at a gentlemen’s club. Because Miranda was pretty sure that only a person of questionable habits would have carnal thoughts at a funeral.
Another wave of heat flamed through her. Gah!
Sandy hair slicked back, Talmadge’s strong jaw moved as he spoke to the middle-aged couple. Mid sentence he turned and locked gazes with Miranda like he knew she’d been watching him. His lips stopped moving, and he just stared at her.
The hint of a smile settled onto his lips, and she suddenly found it hard to breathe.
Her gaze flitted away, and she offered a kind word to a guest who walked past, then busied herself with rearranging the food. Maybe the ham should go next to the mashed potatoes? Should her homemade oatmeal cookies really be next to the sauerkraut? And should her obnoxious female pheromones be spewing sexual attraction so close to the deviled eggs?
That might actually be a health department violation, now that she thought about it. Note to self: no pheromone spewing when the inspectors come to give their stamp of approval.
Talmadge returned his attention to the couple, shook the man’s hand, and headed...toward her.
Talmadge and Miranda have known each other for years. One steamy night seven years ago sealed a fate they didn't realized existed... When they vow it as a mistake and move on with there lives, they find themselves once again thrown together. Will the passion they once shared shine again? Or will a secret and a job separate them for good??
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It’s In His Smile by Shelly Alexander is a romantic and sweet read that will keep you smiling.
Miranda grew up in Red River and has been in love with Talmadge for years, but after one passionate night together – which they deem as a mistake – she decided to never see him again. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, for her, she bought the inn his grandmother used to own. After his grandmother’s funeral, he offers to stay and fix up the inn for her.
Talmadge has been away from Red River for too long and it’s hard to ignore the attraction he feels for Miranda. Nothing has been exactly easy for him. Keeping a secret close to his heart, he has run away from his hometown and become an acclaimed architect, but trouble is waiting in Washington for him.
Will he be able to win over the new innkeeper as he works on the house? Will they find a way to reignite the passion they shared one night? One click to find out!
I give the story 3.5 stars. It was entertaining and sweet, but there were a few parts were it seemed a little repetitive. I enjoyed it overall and I think you will too!
#1 Bestseller in Contemporary Romance
#1 Bestseller in Contemporary Women's Fiction
#1 Bestseller in Romantic Comedy
#1 Bestseller in Romantic Series
A 2014 Golden Heart® finalist, Shelly Alexander grew up traveling the world, earned a bachelor's degree in marketing, and worked in the business world. With four older brothers and a sister, she watched every Star Trek episode ever made, joined the softball team instead of ballet class, and played with G.I. Joes while the Corvette Barbie stayed tucked in the closet. When she had three sons of her own, she decided to escape her male-dominated world by reading romance novels and has been hooked ever since. Now, she spends her days writing sassy and steamy contemporary romances while tending to a miniature schnauzer name Omer, a tiny toy poodle named Mozart, and a pet boa constrictor named Zeus.
Get to one clicking to find out!
It’s In His Smile by Shelly Alexander is a romantic and sweet read that will keep you smiling.
Miranda grew up in Red River and has been in love with Talmadge for years, but after one passionate night together – which they deem as a mistake – she decided to never see him again. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, for her, she bought the inn his grandmother used to own. After his grandmother’s funeral, he offers to stay and fix up the inn for her.
Talmadge has been away from Red River for too long and it’s hard to ignore the attraction he feels for Miranda. Nothing has been exactly easy for him. Keeping a secret close to his heart, he has run away from his hometown and become an acclaimed architect, but trouble is waiting in Washington for him.
Will he be able to win over the new innkeeper as he works on the house? Will they find a way to reignite the passion they shared one night? One click to find out!
I give the story 3.5 stars. It was entertaining and sweet, but there were a few parts were it seemed a little repetitive. I enjoyed it overall and I think you will too!
#1 Bestseller in Contemporary Women's Fiction
#1 Bestseller in Romantic Comedy
#1 Bestseller in Romantic Series
A 2014 Golden Heart® finalist, Shelly Alexander grew up traveling the world, earned a bachelor's degree in marketing, and worked in the business world. With four older brothers and a sister, she watched every Star Trek episode ever made, joined the softball team instead of ballet class, and played with G.I. Joes while the Corvette Barbie stayed tucked in the closet. When she had three sons of her own, she decided to escape her male-dominated world by reading romance novels and has been hooked ever since. Now, she spends her days writing sassy and steamy contemporary romances while tending to a miniature schnauzer name Omer, a tiny toy poodle named Mozart, and a pet boa constrictor named Zeus.
