Cottonwood Falls ~ Book 1
Publisher: Sensual Romance Publishing
ISBN #: 9781311544261
Not everything new is best
Tobias Latner has come home to buy up property and build a new
mall. With the misguided belief it will be best for the town,
he’s shocked by the amount of resistance he receives. More
than that, he’s shaken by the intense attraction he feels to
one of the residents.
Dr. Melinda Glazer comes home
when her father is diagnosed with cancer, to work the clinic
so it doesn’t have to close. Her lust for Toby Latner is a
distraction she feels she can move beyond if she gets it out
of her blood. She doesn’t realize how wrong she is, nor how
relentless the businessman can be when he sets his sights on
something he wants.
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Melinda drove along the darkened street toward the town
square. She needed to think and that would be one of the
best places to do so. At her parents’, she knew her father
would be waiting for her explanation about her behavior. Her
items would be delivered, and she would not be at their
place but a small one-bedroom on the outskirts of Cottonwood
No matter how long she’d been away, the small center of the
town square had always been a favorite of hers. She parked
and opened the door. The mugginess attached to her skin like
suction cups from a cephalopod.
“Best get used to it,” she muttered, heels clacking on the
sidewalk as she strode to a bench. Not clad in the best
park-sitting attire, she didn’t care. Right now, she needed
She sat and rotated her ankles, running over the situation.
It wasn’t that she’d had to come home. That had been a
niggling thought for a while now.
No, this was about learning her father had been diagnosed
with cancer. About her putting herself together before
facing them. Before heading to the clinic this evening,
she’d had dinner with a girl she’d gone to school with,
Hermione Windsor. That was the reason for her being dressed
up. Normally, she would have been at the clinic in scrubs.
Now, all that remained was heading home. The hand covering
her mouth trembled, and she lowered it to her lap. At work,
she had mastered the art of hiding her pain, yet after she
hung up the white jacket and changed, she reverted back to a
little girl petrified of losing her father.
She pinched the bridge of her nose before sighing again.
“Buck up, Glazer. Can’t spend the night in the town square.”
“I can think of a few people who would frown upon that. Mrs.
Traveler, for one.”
She started at the rich, masculine voice. When his face
registered, she groaned. Why did it have to be him?
“I’m in no mood to deal with you, Mr. Latner.”
He didn’t take the hint. Instead, he sat beside her, leg
aligning intimately to hers. Her deep breath imbued her
senses with an intoxicating mixture of sandalwood,
patchouli, and a scent she had no doubt belonged solely to
“I’m sorry to hear about your father.”
She scoffed. “So much so you keep pestering him to sell?”
“I am offering him a damn good deal.”
“Bullshit,” she snapped. “Just because it’s a small town
doesn’t mean we’re stupid. He’s not selling, and we don’t
want your Goddamn strip mall here.”
He tensed and angled himself in her direction. “What do you
have against bringing in jobs to help the people of
Cottonwood Falls, Melinda?”
“My name is Dr. Glazer.” Her response, she pushed between
clenched teeth as she got to her feet. “And, I have nothing
against creating jobs except when—as is in this case—it
takes away the livelihoods that have been passed down
Her father’s reprimand for her lack of manners rang loud in
her mind, but she didn’t care.
“They will have more money than they know what to do with,”
“You don’t get it, do you?” She stomped away, only to be
He snagged her around the waist as she tottered on her heels
from the expedited pivot.
“What? Don’t get what?”
“We like the lives we have here. I don’t want to shop in
some huge national chain store where people there have no
clue about me, because you damn well know they won’t bring
in locals to be the main workers, especially when they are
older. They’ll want younger workers. New ones who have no
clue about me. I don’t want that when I can just go to Ike’s
Grocery and get my food as well as find out how his wife is
doing and his kids. Grandkids, also.”
“They can still do that. I’m building businesses.”
“No,” she growled. “You’re destroying them.”
The taction of his hard body against hers kicked her mind
down a road—one she had no need to be on—like a field goal
kicker going for his PAT. Even so, she had to draw back to
keep from pressing so intimately against him.
“Do you mind?” She pushed against the arm anchoring them
“Not at all. I love holding a gorgeous woman against me.” He
tugged her closer still, brushing his hard length along her
belly a few times before settling against her core.
“An ass, one minute, and trying to hit on me, the next.”
Disgust laced her tone.
“Trust me, Mellie.” He whispered her name as if it
were the most decadent piece of chocolate he’d ever tasted.
“This is not me hitting on you.” His lips brushed along hers
with a feathery caress that succeeded in birthing a well of
craving within her. “Care to know the difference?”
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