Life in the small town of Emerald Springs, Washington, is anything but slow and peaceful. An old feud between former business partners Whitman and Sanders keeps competition on a high burner, fueling resentment, renewing rivalries … and love. Now someone is trying to bring down Emerald Tea Farm, and it’s up to both families to protect their future while still wrangling over the past.
Oldest son Adam Whitman never planned to take his place at the helm of the family business, and he’s living the life he always wanted. When his father asks him to come home to consider his options, he reluctantly leaves his high-powered job in Los Angeles and heads to Emerald Springs, determined to help his father make the transition to retirement and quickly get back to his own life. What he didn’t count on was the pull of the one person he’d left behind to chase his dreams.
Getting over Adam was the hardest thing Zoe Miller ever had to do, and she’s in no hurry to do it again. She’s focused on her new life running Emerald Springs’s finest bakery, and she’s finally put the heartache of losing Adam behind her. When he rolls back into town, she knows it would be wiser to keep her distance from her high school sweetheart, but some things are easier said than done. A broken heart would be more devastating the second time around, but can she resist the lure of the man he’s become?
Now everything Adam took for granted is suddenly threatened, and he’s caught between his newly awakened attachment to Emerald Springs and the career he built with his hands. He wants it all—the girl, the farm, the corner office—but first Zoe has to find it her heart to give him a second chance at all.
by Monica Tillery
Sensuality Level: Sensual
Monica Tillery lives in Texas with her handsome husband and two wonderful sons. Reading and writing romance makes it easier to be the only girl in a house full of boys. Find Monica Tiller at www.monicatillery.com, on Facebook, and on Twitter.
An excerpt from Adam’s Ambition:
Adam Whitman twirled his favorite Mont Blanc Starwalker in his fingers, enjoying the weight, and smiled to himself. This deal and the promotion that went along with it were as good as his. The partnership between Eco Initiatives and Everlight Optics would be the biggest contract he or anyone else at the company had ever brokered, and if he could just get the woman across from his desk to sign on the dotted line, it would be done.
“You’re telling me you were a farmer? As in, you were out there in the field, picking tea leaves?” Christine Grazioli, Everlight Optic’s CEO, shot him a suggestive smile from her spot on the sofa in his office.
He’d seen that look before, and if he played his cards right, the ink would be dry on the contract by noon. “I certainly did, from the time I could walk until the day I left home. My family owns the largest tea farm in Washington. You’ve probably had some yourself. Hold out your hand.” He paused and picked up a crystal bowl on the table, holding it out to her. “Pick one.”
She plucked a leaf from the bowl and handed it to him. He gave her a conspiratorial smile and turned the leaf over in his hand.
“Nice choice. It says that an important decision you make will bring you much success.” He dropped the leaf above her hand, letting it float gently into her open palm.
Christine laughed, throaty and seductive. “I don’t think that’s how tea leaf reading works. You’re supposed to brew these and read what’s left behind after I drink the tea.” She glanced at her watch. “Oh, shoot. I’ve lost track of time. I need to get across town for a meeting at Paramount. Can we get in touch later?”
“Absolutely. I’ll have the contract sent to your office; just send it back when you’ve reviewed everything and signed.” He stood and opened the door. Once his client was safely down the hall, Adam fist-pumped the air in silent celebration. All it took was a nice working lunch and some harmless flirting, and he was on his way to closing a six-figure deal and locking in the promotion. This partnership would make the Eco Initiatives higher-ups very happy and guarantee him one fat end-of-year bonus. He laughed to himself; sometimes it was too easy. The tea leaves always did the trick. Women either believed in the magic or allowed themselves to think there was something between them. Who would have thought his upbringing on the family tea farm would still come in handy? He returned to his desk to review the paperwork so he’d be ready when she sealed the deal.