One night...and a whole lotta trouble!
When it comes to men, Ivy Rutherford never loses her cool. Ever. Then she meets wealthy, green-eyed cowboy C. J. Bartasavich, and desire burns out of control. Yeehaw. So for one night, Ivy will indulge in a passion neither of them will forget...and walk away without a backward glance.
Except now Ivyâs pregnant. And even worse, C.J. has come to her hometown of Shady Grove determined to get to know her and be part of their babyâs lifeâeven if sheâs convinced their attraction is purely physical. Because Ivy canât let herself rely on a sexy cowboy...or worse yet, fall in love with one.
âGotcha...â
Ivy Rutherfordâs gaze snapped up to the cowboyâs. Her throat was dry. Her palms damp.
She could still feel the warmth of his breath against her skin; the single word was triumphant. A challenge.
Oh, she was in so much trouble here.
Something passed between them. Something heated and tangible and, on her part, wholly unwanted. Damn it. Damn it! She wanted him to touch her again. Wanted to do some touching of her own.
âItâs cute that you think so,â she murmured, keeping her tone even. Her eyes steady on his. âBut donât be getting delusions of grandeur.â
If possible, his grin amped up a few degrees, all cocky and pleased with her response. She shouldnât have found it so attractive. âAw, darlinâ, you wound me.â
âYou donât seem like the kind of man who cares much for being subtle.â
âYouâre right. I prefer the direct approach.â He scanned her face, taking his time before meeting her eyes again. âMakes it that much easier to get what I want.â
There was a strange fluttering in her chest, just under her heart. It was clear enough what he wanted...
Dear Reader,
Iâm thrilled you picked up a copy of About That Night. When I first started writing the In Shady Grove series, I had planned to focus solely on the four Montesano siblingsâa close-knit Italian-American family with strong ties to their beloved hometown. But something happened during What Happens Between Friends, the second book in the series, that changed everything.
Kane Bartasavich arrived.
As soon as he appeared on the page, I knew he was perfect for Charlotte Ellison. What I didnât know was that during the writing of their story (Small-Town Redemption) Iâd fall head-over-heels for Kaneâs three brothers. I love family dynamics, and writing their stories gives me a chance to explore the relationships between the brothers. As with most families there are frustrations and irritations, sibling rivalry, shared memories and genuineâthough at times, grudgingâaffection.
C. J. Bartasavich, the eldest brother, is a man in control of his life. Until he gives in to desire and spends a passionate night with sexy, cynical waitress Ivy Rutherford. When he learns Ivy is pregnant, he returns to Shady Grove. But he has his work cut out for him trying to convince Ivy they should build a life together and be a family. Luckily for him, heâs a man used to getting what he wants!
I had such fun writing C.J. and Ivyâs story. The sparks flew between them from the moment I put them on the page together. I hope youâll look for the next In Shady Grove book later this year featuring handsome attorney Oakes Bartasavich.
Please visit my website, bethandrews.net, or drop me a line at [email protected]. Iâd love to hear from you.
Happy reading!
Beth
Romance Writers of America RITA® Award-winner BETH ANDREWS writes edgy, emotional contemporary romance for Mills & Boon Superromance. She loves coffee, hockey and happy endings. Learn more about Beth and her books by visiting her website, bethandrews.net.
CHAPTER ONE
CLINTON BARTASAVICH JR. tipped his Stetson in thanks to the toothy brunette whoâd escorted him from the front desk of Kingâs Crossing ResortâShady Grove, Pennsylvaniaâs equivalent of a four-star hotel. They stopped outside closed wooden double doors, the placard to the right stating Bartasavich/Ellison Party. âI appreciate the help...â He glanced at the small nametag on her chest. âAllison.â
He probably could have figured out how to get to this roomâa distance of about a hundred feet straight down the main hallwayâon his own. But when a pretty woman offered to lead the way, he didnât argue.
Allison let out a high-pitched giggle that was grating enough to make a manâs ears bleed. âOh, youâre very welcome, Mr. Bartasavich.â
He bit back a grimace. He hated having his name butchered. âActually, itâs Bart-uh-sav-itch.â
Not Bart-as-a-vitch.
With a soft gasp, complete with a hand to her heart, she blinked at him so rapidly, he half expected her to start hovering above the ground. âHow silly of me.â Sending him a look from under her eyelashes, she edged closer, her voice turning husky. âMaybe thereâs...some way I could make it up to you?â