Husband Wanted












ISBN Digital: 9781509202768
ISBN Print: 9781509202751
Page Count: 208
Word Count: 50915
Rating: Sensual

Timber Creek Series



Rylee Phillips learned the hard way that you need to live each day to the fullest.  That’s why she came back home to turn the inheritance of her aunt’s old homestead into a bed & breakfast.  The townsfolk think she’s crazy to take on the task, and maybe she is, but at least she’s smart enough to know she needs help...and the clever ad she places in the local paper is sure to get attention.
 
A devastating loss has left Wyatt Grayson lost.  Selling his business, he takes off cross country to see if he can outrun the nightmares and find…something.  When an amusing ad for skills he hasn't put to use in a long time catches his eye, he jumps at the unexpected opportunity. He plans to work for a few weeks, keeping his hands busy and biding his time; what he doesn’t expect is his new boss showing him how to live again.

Excerpt:

“Hold on there, little lady.”

Rylee couldn’t speak. She rubbed her forehead, all the while staring at the broad shoulders and tanned face. For a minute, she totally forgot about the creature and focused on the man in front of her. Reality quickly came back when she heard a crash inside the house.

“Som…something tried to attack me.” She rapidly breathed in and out and pointed back behind her.

“Do you want me to check it out?”

She nodded, but didn’t move; her feet were cemented in place. A few seconds passed before she felt large hands around her waist and her feet lifted off the ground. The stranger gently put her down to the left side of him, and then walked into the open doorway. Rylee tugged at her shirt as she nervously waited, and ran her fingers through her hair. When the screen door finally swung open, she took a step back as the stranger put his cupped hands out in front of her.

“Is this your attacker?”

She peered down at a shaking baby owl. “I thought it was so much bigger when it was chasing me.” She took another peek. “Poor little thing. Is he hurt?”

“I’m not sure. I think he might have a broken wing. It seems he got tangled with a table lamp, and they both fell over. He’s in better shape than the lamp. Do you have something I can put him in?”

Rylee quickly reached for an old, oblong flower pot that hadn’t seen any dirt or flower seeds in years. “Put him in here.” After watching the owl hunker down into the pot, she wiped the dirt off her hands and held one out in front of her. “Hi, I’m Rylee Phillips, and I promise you, I don’t normally greet strangers in this state of mind.”

“Wyatt Grayson. I’m here to apply for the husband position.” He smiled and shook her hand. “I have to say, I think I’ve already proved I’m fit for it since I saved your life from this beast.” He gave a hearty laugh and pointed to the owl.

Rylee immediately liked his laugh. “Hey, he was scary at the time.”

She took a moment to study the man standing in front of her. His height didn’t even compare to the rest of his body. His muscle tone was defined, and black hair peeked out from underneath the cowboy hat. What she found most odd about him was that his green eyes had no sparkle, but rather sadness about them.

“So, you want to be my husband?”




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