To everything there
is a season...
Love finds a way
during the four seasons in the Romancing Wisconsin Series. Starting with the Christmas
holiday/Winter, then moving on to Autumn, check out the first six books in this
bestselling, heartwarming series set in small town Wisconsin. Meet the Rileys,
the Walshes, and best of all, Butch...a.k.a. Santa Butch. The
mischievous matchmaker makes a cameo in each story—adding a touch of magic to
the lives of everyone he loves, and even those he's just met.
AUTUMN KISS
RELEASE DATE OCTOBER 21, 2014
For eight years, Josie Sullivan has managed to keep memories
of Nash Riley buried in the past. When he moves into the apartment above her
bakery, she doesn’t know how the hell she can keep her distance when she runs
into him every time she turns around. Especially when she realizes her
traitorous heart never let him go.
Nash made the mistake of leaving Josie behind, and now she
won’t give him the time of day. Buying the building that houses her business
seemed like a good plan to win her back, but Josie refuses to believe he’ll
stick around. Seeing her every day becomes pure torture as she stubbornly
maintains the defensive walls she built when he left. Somehow he must find a
way to make her believe this time is forever.
EXCERPT:
Ignoring the surprise in the older sister’s
eyes, he moved around to the side entrance so he could speak more privately
with Josie.
Tessa moved with him and blocked his way into
the booth. “Leave her alone.”
Nash spoke around her. “Can we talk?”
“No,” Tessa snapped.
Josie laughed without facing him. “Oh, now you want to talk?”
She picked up a knife and slit a pumpkin pie
in half with one sure stroke. Probably wished it was his gut. Or lower. Judging
by Tessa’s glare, she wouldn’t stop her, either. Lora had returned her
attention to their paying customers after depositing his hundred in the cash
box.
Tessa crossed her arms over her chest. “You
need to leave.”
His stubborn streak took a defensive stand.
“I’m waiting on my pie.”
“I got this,” Josie tossed over her shoulder.
“But I thought you were going to—”
Tessa broke off when Josie whipped her head
around to meet her gaze. With obvious reluctance, the second oldest Sullivan
moved back to the counter to help take orders.
He stepped inside the booth as Josie’s
attention returned to the table in front of her. She spun the pie a quarter
turn and sliced again as she accused, “You’re only eight years too late, Nash.”
“You’re right.”
Her hand wavered, then continued its motion
with a swift jerk. He heard the cringe-inducing screech of aluminum on steel as
the knife powered straight through the pie tin.
“Well, good for me. You’re one hell of a
selfish sonofabitch, you know that?”
He didn’t deny it. Even though he knew he’d
made the right decision back then, he’d screwed up the execution. “I was hoping
we could sort this out like adults.”
She finished cutting the pie, then turned
toward him, knife raised between them. Her smile was cold and nasty as she
stepped closer. He took an involuntary step back and felt the side wall of the
booth against his shoulder blades.
“As opposed to the coward you used to be?”
She was right about that, too, but that six
inch knife in her hand was making him more nervous than the conversation they
needed to have. “I, ah, had my reasons.”
“Too bad you couldn’t explain them in person
back when it actually mattered. Or even over the phone the one time you bothered to call.”
She shortened the distance between them to
less than a foot, putting the tip of that knife about three inches from the
underside of his chin.
Sonofabitch,
she’d changed all right. Feisty. Unforgiving.
A deep inhale slammed his senses with the
sweet scent of her that he’d never quite forgotten.
He swallowed hard and flicked his glance past
her, to the wide eyes of an older woman watching from the other side of the
booth. Others were starting to pay attention, too—even though Lora and Tessa
seemed to have no problem ignoring the very credible threat to his life.
Then he noticed Shane Parker headed their way.
In his police officer’s uniform. Shit.
In one swift motion, Nash lifted his hand to
encircle Josie’s wrist. His firm grip forced her arm down to their sides while
his other arm wrapped around her and pulled her against his body.
She stiffened, outrage flashing in her blue
eyes a second before he dipped his head, whispered a heartfelt, “Sorry,” for
more than what was to come, and covered her mouth with his.
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~ Stacey
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