Gold Fire - Softcover

Ambrose, Starr

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1476754608 ISBN 13: 9781476754604

Verlag: Gallery Books, 2013

Inhaltsangabe

Seal the deal with a kiss.

Zoe Larkin is facing the biggest career opportunity of her life, and she’s not going to let Jase Garrett ruin it for her. The infuriatingly sexy owner of the Rusty Wire, the hottest honky-tonk saloon in Barringer’s Pass, flat-out refuses to sell his bar and its surrounding land to her employer, the Alpine Sky ski resort. If Zoe can convince the stubborn cowboy to change his mind, she’ll not only impress her rich, handsome boss, but maybe—just maybe—people in town will finally start to take her seriously.

When the Rusty Wire becomes the repeated target of violent intimidation tactics, though, the spunky redhead’s meticulous to-do lists and conservative blazers are no defense against her wild child reputation. The only person who understands what it takes to forget the past is standing between her and the future. But is it the future she wants? Or will Jase’s electric kiss ignite a fire in her heart for the life she truly desires?

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Starr Ambrose was born and raised in south east Michigan, graduated from Michigan State University with a degree in English, and married her college sweetheart. She is the author of six romance novels, including Silver Sparks and Gold Fire, the two previous titles in the Barringer’s Pass series.

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Chapter
One

Jase cracked his eyes and peered through the narrow line where the Stetson didn’t quite meet his upturned face. A woman in a dark blazer and skirt stood just inside the front door of his saloon.

Hell. Russ must have left the front door unlocked.

Russ could just deal with it, then, because Jase wasn’t getting up for anything. He’d celebrated the hell out of his thirty-third birthday last night, and he needed to catch a few z’s before the Rusty Wire Saloon opened for business again. The wooden chair he slouched in and the one propping up his feet made a hard bed, but they’d do.

The woman’s heels clicked across the dance floor, prompting him to take another peek. Shapely legs with enough feminine sway to put some swing in the skirt moved briskly across his line of vision. Curious despite himself, he lifted a finger to the brim of his hat.

The blazer hid a lot with its generic-uniform look, but he had a feeling the body beneath it was as shapely as the legs. His gaze lingered on a pretty profile, and reddish-blond hair that would have looked great falling to her shoulders, but was inexplicably bound into some kind of grandmotherly bun thing. A waste of good sex appeal.

He concentrated on dozing again as the woman made a beeline for Billy where he was scrubbing down the bar. “We’re not open,” he heard Billy say before she could dive into her sales spiel. Good man.

“I know.” Her voice already said it didn’t matter, which didn’t sound good for Billy. “I’m Zoe Larkin, from the Alpine Sky. I’d like to speak to the owner, please.”

Too bad, Jase thought. Billy said it for him. “He doesn’t like to be disturbed this time of day. What can I do for you?”

“I’m afraid I can only speak to the owner.”

Billy must have hesitated at that, because he heard a glass hit the bar as Russ downed his Alka-Seltzer and cleared his throat. “Can I help you?” Jase silently thanked him. With Russ and Jennifer sitting at the end of the bar and Billy nearby, his nap had a triple line of defense.

Sharp heels clicked closer as she crossed to the end of the bar. “I’m Zoe Larkin, assistant manager of the Alpine Sky. Are you the owner?”

“Next thing to it. Name’s Russ Holbrook. I’m the manager, and I’m probably the one you want to talk to if you’re from that fancy resort up the road.”

Good point. Russ had handled enough past tiffs with the Alpine Sky to head her off at the pass.

“You people got a problem with the Rusty Wire again? Sorry about last night’s crowd, but I already told you, I can’t keep my customers from moving on to your bar for more partying after they leave here. Long as they leave reasonably sober, we ain’t responsible for what they do.”

Right. Now show her to the door.

“I’m not here to complain about rowdy customers, Mr. Holbrook.”

Undaunted, Russ replied, “Well, if it’s the overflow parking, we already put up new signs so’s they’d stay off your precious driveway.”

“It’s not the parking, either. I’m here to propose a business deal, and only the owner can tell me if he’s interested.”

“What kind of deal?” Russ sounded suspicious.

“The private kind,” she said, polite but firm.

“You suing us for something?”

“Mr. Holbrook . . .”

“’Cause if you are, we got lawyers, too, and we don’t take to letting the big resorts tell us what we can and can’t do.”

Jase heard her blow out an impatient breath. “The Alpine Sky is not suing you, Mr. Holbrook. But we are interested in talking with the owner. I would appreciate it if one of you would contact him and let him know I’m here.”

“One of you” probably included Jennifer, sitting beside Russ at the bar. Jase’s mouth twitched with a repressed smile; Jennifer didn’t take well to being told what to do.

Zoe Larkin from the Alpine Sky must have seen it, because her voice took on an irritated edge. “Look, it’s a simple request. What’s so hard about placing a phone call to the owner? Is he out of the country?”

Jase prayed someone would say yes, but they missed their big opportunity and met her question with stubborn silence. Damn, this nap wasn’t going to happen.

He heard an impatient toe tap. “Is he in prison?”

Most times he might have found that sassy attitude amusing. Not today.

“Perhaps I should just take a seat and wait.”

Oh, for Christ’s sake. “Don’t bother,” he said, scraping his footrest out of the way and forcing his tired body into a sitting position. He tipped the hat back to meet the lady’s surprised brown eyes. Huh, he’d imagined blue, but he liked what he saw. Leaning his forearms on the table, he looked her over with reluctant appreciation. Giving up sleep had some compensations. “I’m the owner, lady. What do you want?”

• • •

Zoe shot an irritated glance at the man she’d taken to be a drunk sleeping off an early buzz. With the hat no longer hiding his features, she could see the hard lines of a strong face beneath at least a day’s worth of stubble. His clear gaze caused her to do a mental stumble; the lazy sexuality in his eyes belonged more to a bedroom than a bar. Not that it mattered. His good looks were offset by a put-upon frown that said forcing his body into an erect posture was more work than he’d intended to do all day.

She approached slowly, taking in the wrinkled shirt, faded jeans, and worn boots. The man was as shabby as his saloon, which helped squelch her brief twinge of interest. “You’re Jason Garrett?”

“It’s just Jase.”

She stuck out her hand. “Hello, Mr. Garrett. I’m Zoe—”

“I heard. Zoe Larkin, assistant manager from the Alpine Sky.” His interested gaze drank her in again, lingering in a couple of places and setting off a squirmy feeling deep inside her that she dismissed with irritation. “You wanted the owner, you got him. What do you need?”

She took a deep breath, forcing herself not to glare. It didn’t matter that he was rude, only that he accept her offer. She was fairly certain that hearing it would wipe that smug look right off his face.

“I’m here to make you an offer on behalf of Ruth Ann Flemming, the owner of the Alpine Sky.” She paused a couple of seconds for dramatic effect. “Mrs. Flemming would like to buy the Rusty Wire Saloon.”

Behind her, a glass thunked onto the bar. The rhythmic sound of the scrub brush stopped. Jase Garrett didn’t move, not even the flicker of an eyelid. His gaze was steady on hers for several long seconds, while she tried not to fidget. “Is that so,” he finally said.

Since he hadn’t made it a question, she didn’t answer. She wished he’d ask one, though, because his thoughtful stare made her nervous.

“What does the exalted Alpine Sky want with my saloon?”

“We would like to expand our business.”

His gaze took a slow trip up and down her suit. “A honky-tonk doesn’t seem like your style, Miss Larkin.”

“Thank you, it isn’t. But the Alpine Sky doesn’t actually want your saloon, Mr. Garrett. We want your land. As...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Gallery Books
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2013
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 1476754608
• ISBN 13: 9781476754604
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 384
• Kontakt zum Hersteller: River House; mail@indigo.de; ; Schlachthofstr. 36 A; Hamburg; 21079; Deutschland