This Just In...
A lead on love Sabrina Ryan is a successful reporter–until a mistake sends her back to her hometown. But when she takes a job at the local paper, she finds an unexpected perk: an interview with the town's oh-so-sexy mayor, Noah Barnes. He's hot, he's charming and suddenly her days are looking up.But even as things heat up between them, Noah seems hesitant. Okay, so Sabrina has a reputation for slanting her articles to get what she wants. That doesn't mean she's using him, does it? As Sabrina starts to earn Noah's trust–and glimpses the man behind the mayoral role–she finds it'll take more than words to win his heart.
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A lead on love
Sabrina Ryan is a successful reporterâuntil a mistake sends her back to her hometown. But when she takes a job at the local paper, she finds an unexpected perk: an interview with the townâs oh-so-sexy mayor, Noah Barnes. Heâs hot, heâs charming and suddenly her days are looking up.
But even as things heat up between them, Noah seems hesitant. Okay, so Sabrina has a reputation for slanting her articles to get what she wants. That doesnât mean sheâs using him, does it? As Sabrina starts to earn Noahâs trustâand glimpses the man behind the mayoral roleâshe finds itâll take more than words to win his heart.
When he turned to go, Sabrina caught his forearm
Her fingers felt warm through the material of his dress shirt. âWill you think about the interview?â
Her face was open and seemingly sincere. But Noah knew how easy it was to fake emotions for the camera or, in this case, the potential interviewee. âYes.â He let her hand remain on his arm a moment longer then nodded. âHave a nice day, Sabrina.â
âYou, too, Mr. Mayor.â
âItâs Noah.â He didnât know why he said it. If she wanted to call him by his title, as so many in town did, he shouldnât care. Didnât care. He attempted to cover his verbal hiccup. âMost people call me Noah.â
âIâm not most people.â
She was standing only a couple of inches away. The breeze caught her hair, tugged the strands toward him. They whispered across his cheek, just as soft as they looked. Noah exhaled slowly. âIâve noticed.â
The summer I turned thirteen, I attended a family reunion in a small town. Up to this point, Iâd never experienced small-town life: a hotel that had a grand total of four rooms, a single thoroughfare aptly named Main Street, and residents who not only knew each other by name, but were versed in all the tiny details of each otherâs lives. Iâve always wondered what it would be like to grow up in that kind of close-knit community and what might make a person leave or stay.
Noah Barnes never considered living anywhere but the small town he calls home, while Sabrina Ryan hoped never to return. But when their lives connect, they start to see that maybe home isnât a place, but a person.
I loved writing This Just In⦠and hope you enjoy it. If youâre curious about the music I played and the actors I pictured while writing the book, visit my website, www.jennifermckenzie.com.
Happy reading,
Jennifer McKenzie
Jennifer McKenzie lives in Vancouver, Canada, where she enjoys being able to ski and surf in the same dayânot that she ever does either of those things. After years of working as a communications professional and spending her days writing for everyone else, she traded in the world of watercoolers, cubicles and high heels to write for herself and wear pajamas all day. When sheâs not writing, sheâs reading, eating chocolate, trying to talk herself into working off said chocolate on the treadmill or spending time with her husband.
For my dear friend Jenn who always cheers me on, offers support when I need it and laughs at my jokes. Just for you, the P-word is nowhere to be found in this book.
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SABRINA RYAN HAD NEVER planned to return home.
Not that Wheaton, British Columbia, the small town where sheâd grown upâpopulation: 4500, number of ATVs: 600, movie theater: 1âwas home anymore. Not for the past nine years, at least. So finding herself there, for more than just a quick weekend visit, was a real kick in the teeth.
âWhat can I get you?â she asked the teenager at the front counter of her parentsâ coffeehouse. Yes, thatâs right. After living on her own and making her way in the world as a Vancouver newspaper columnist, becoming semi-well-known for her celebrity interviews in the process, sheâd been reduced to working as a barista. In Wheaton.
She got irritated just thinking about it.
The teenager requested a latte and Sabrina set to work steaming the milk. At least he didnât try to strike up a conversation, ask her what had brought her back and try to share all of his own lifeâs little details with her. Not like the previous ten people sheâd served. And the ten people before them. And the ten people before them. And, really, everyone whoâd made their way into the cozy coffee shop in the two weeks since her return.
So different than Vancouver, where a person could lose herself in the masses. Where a sudden appearance after years away brought no more than a single raised eyebrow, if anyone noticed at all. Sabrina sighed and watched as the milk began to froth. But anonymity was an anathema to small-town residents. Something sheâd cheerfully forgotten in her years away because she hadnât planned to come back. Ever.
