A Gift Beyond All Measure












Page Count: 120
Word Count: 30600
Rating: Spicy(PG13)


(MSRP: 4.0000)

Arriving home for Christmas, the last thing Jacob Scott expects in his house is a sexy, shotgun-toting stranger. Worse, his attraction to her bothers him even more than the gun. Still reeling from the deception of his long-time girlfriend, he’s not looking for romance.

Tessa Jones has learned one hard lesson—when everyone in your life has failed you, the only one you can trust is yourself. Facing the whispers of the townsfolk and an arson charge, Tessa unexpectedly finds herself trusting Jacob with more than her legal troubles.

Struggling between the promise of the present and the hurts of the past, can these two lost souls overcome their pain long enough to discover a gift beyond all measure?

(Pages 120) Spicy

Excerpt:

“You could have killed me.”

“You broke into the house in the middle of the night.”

He pulled his keys out of his pocket. “I didn’t break in. I have the damn key to my own front door.”

Her body shifted in annoyance. “You’re not supposed to be here. How was I to know it was you making all that noise?”

Irritation boiled inside his gut. Why was he being treated like a criminal for entering his own home?

“Well, I am here and this is my house. And just who are you?”

She straightened her shoulders and jutted her chin. “Tessa Jones.”

The name rattled around in his brain. It was familiar, but he didn’t think he’d actually met this woman before. He sure would have remembered that thick auburn hair and lush body if they’d been introduced. So, how did he know the name?

Oh, no. Not that Tessa Jones.

“Tessa Jones?” he choked. “The cook from Baxter’s Diner who burned down half of Spencerville after starting a kitchen fire last month?” He thrust a hand through his hair in irritation. “What are you doing in my house?”

Her face reddened as she glared. “I cook for the cowboys here on the Triple H.”

Christina hired an arsonist as a cook? What was she thinking?

His shock must have shown on his face, because she fisted the hand on her hip, bunching the flannel to reveal more of her lovely thighs. His breath hitched at the sight, but before he could get too distracted by the display of smooth, fair skin, he glanced to her face.

Fire blazed in her eyes. “You know, things aren’t always what they appear to be.”




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