Pipe Dreams












ISBN Digital: 978-1-62830-837-2
ISBN Print: 978-1-62830-836-5
Page Count: 244
Word Count: 55630
Rating: Spicy


Abigail Stephens left her past behind or did she? When she moved to Blue Peak, she expected to find sanctuary and a new start. Instead, her new home includes a hippie, a ghost with a mission, and a sexy coffee house owner who undermines her plans.
 
Carlos Young quit teaching when his fiancée left him for another professor. He’s avoided dating, but his mother’s demand for grandchildren is unceasing and more attractive once he meets Abby.
 
She resists his overtures...for now. Can an intrusive mother, a reticent ghost, and a run-down house bring Abby and Carlos together or will they continue to live  pipe dreams?

Excerpt:

“So are you the new owner of this wreck?”

Her hands clenched, along with her jaw. “I’m the proud owner of what will soon be a lovely home.”

He snorted. “You planning to have this in shape any time before winter? Because from where I’m standing, you’ll need more than a mop.”

Abigail’s ears heard echoes of Rich. “I have power tools, and I know how to use them. You have an issue with that?”

“No, I don’t have an issue. You’ve got work ahead of you. Just sayin’. I guess you’ll be hiring a crew for the big stuff, right?”

Abigail threw her shoulders back. This guy sounded exactly like Rich. Bossy. “I can handle it.” She’d already sub-contracted the larger jobs, but that wasn’t his business.

His mouth drew into a tight line, his hands fisted on his hips. “Sorry to bother you. I stopped because it looked like you might need a hand. Guess I misunderstood.”

Dropping his hands, Carlos turned to leave, looking back with a frown. “Good luck with this place. Come on, Henry, we’re not needed here.”

Henry paused, allowing her to ruffle his fur. He broke into a run, following the pissed-off man. An imp on her shoulder prodded her to call after him, “Bye, Henry. You can come visit anytime.” Sotto voce she added, “But leave your human home.”

The dog’s owner kept walking with his shoulders up around his chin.

“Men,” she huffed under her breath. “Just a bunch of know-it-all jackasses. And the good-looking ones are the worst.”




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