Beauty and the Brooding Boss

When ordinary girls get their fairy-tale endings!

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Once Upon a Kiss… launches this month with Barbara Wallace’s Beauty and the Brooding Boss. Fall in love with Beauty and the Beast all over again as grouchy-but-gorgeous Alex Markoff meets innocent secretary Kelsey Albertelli—the beauty who holds the key to healing his guarded heart….

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Dear Reader,

There’s this fantastic old movie called The Enchanted Cottage. In it, two wounded people hide from the world in a country cottage. While there, they discover their scars mysteriously disappear. At first they credit the cottage with weaving a magic spell, but in the end come to realize the real magic was the love they’d found with each other.

I couldn’t help thinking of this movie when writing Beauty and the Brooding Boss. Like the characters in the movie, Alex Markoff has withdrawn to a country cottage to hide from a world that let him down. In her own way, Kelsey Albertelli is hiding, too—she’s protecting herself from life’s bumps and bruises. When these two loners suddenly find themselves spending the summer together in the romantic countryside, they find their self-protective walls chipped away. But the question is, will their relationship survive the outside world? Will their love be strong enough to weave a magic spell for them?

This book has a special spot in my heart because it’s based in the Berkshire Mountains where I grew up. I took a few liberties in creating the locations. Many of the settings, like Alex’s woods, the Leafy Bean and the Music Center, are loosely based on real locations. It was a lot of fun finding romance in my hometown.

I hope you enjoy Alex and Kelsey’s journey to happily-ever-after as much as I enjoyed writing it. Your comments are always welcome at my website, www.barbarawallace.com.

Best wishes and happy reading,

Barbara

Barbara Wallace has been a lifelong romantic and daydreamer, so it’s not surprising she decided to become a writer at age eight. However, it wasn’t until a coworker handed her a romance novel that she knew where her stories belonged. For years she limited her dreams to nights, weekends and commuter train trips while working as a communications specialist, PR freelancer and full-time mom. At the urging of her family, she finally chucked the day job to pursue writing full-time, and she couldn’t be happier.

Barbara lives in Massachusetts with her husband, their teenage son and two very spoiled selfcentered cats (as if there could be any other kind). Readers can visit her at www.barbarawallace.com and find her on Facebook. She’d love to hear from you.

For Peter—

I couldn’t do this without you.

And for the Moody Muses—

the best support group a gal could ask for.

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

ALEX Markoff WASN’T really ugly.

Nor was he scarred, horribly disfigured, or any of the other things Kelsey imagined a recluse to be. In fact, the man standing before her couldn’t be described as anything less than stunning. He was tall, at least a half a foot taller than her, with a lanky athletic build that took up most of the door frame. Faded jeans hung low on narrow hips while a black golf shirt molded to expansive shoulders. With his right arm engulfed from biceps to fingers in a plaster cast, she wondered how he managed to put on such a well-fitting garment.

Storm-cloud-colored eyes bore down on her from above finely-honed cheekbones.

Nope, not ugly. But definitely unhappy to see her on his doorstep.

Other doorsteps and other unwelcome expressions threatened on the edge of her memory and she shook them away. This wasn’t the same. Not at all. Still, she couldn’t stop that all-too-familiar uncertainty from creeping into her voice as she offered up a polite smile. “Hi. I’m Kelsey Albertelli.”

When he didn’t respond, she added, “Your new assistant.”

Silence.

“From New York. Mr. Lefkowitz hired me to—”

“I know who you are.”

His voice matched his physical stature. Kelsey nearly stepped back from its impact. Or was it the barely veiled hostility?

Driving up the Taconic Parkway with the windows rolled down had blown her topknot loose, and strands of brown hair were falling into her line of sight. She tucked a few of them behind her ear. “Good. For a moment, I thought maybe Mr. Lefkowitz’s office forgot to close the loop.”

“No, he closed it. Several times.”

Kelsey nodded as an awkward silence settled between them. More strands of hair fell in her face. She tucked them back and waited to see what Markoff would say next.