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.
The last six months have been nothing short of exciting for the Whitmans and Sanders. Adam, Chad, and Daniel Whitman have all begun to carve out their niche in the family dynasty. Now it’s Ashley Whitman’s turn. She’s ready to step up with her marketing ideas, talent, and drive to prove she has just as much to contribute to the family tea legacy as her successful cousins.
Deputy sheriff Jacob Sanders is closing in on who is responsible for the suspicious activities plaguing Emerald Springs Farm and Split Acres. When a questionable encounter outside the local bar forces him to tag along to San Diego and play bodyguard to Ashley Whitman, any other man would jump at the chance to be in close quarters with the beautiful, blonde Whitman. Too bad they hate each other. Forced to spend time together, they discover their mutual dislike might be something else entirely. But can a Whitman and Sanders really be happy together?
by Robyn Neeley
Sensuality level: Sensual
Robyn Neeley is an East Coaster who loves to explore new places, watches way more reality TV than she cares to admit. can’t live without Dunkin Donuts coffee, and has never met a cookie she didn’t like. If you have a must-read romance suggestion or a fabulous cookie recipe, she wants to know.
An excerpt from Ashley’s Allegiance:
Deputy Sheriff Jacob Sanders didn’t know what he did to deserve this, but it could arguably be the best day of his life.
“Uncuff me.” Ashley Whitman twisted her hands from behind her back. “This is so not happening.” She stood outside the Emerald Springs sheriff’s station in a skin revealing, pink tank top and tight black yoga pants. Her long, wavy blonde hair curved around her neck in a messy ponytail. “You can’t arrest me.”
Jacob stood behind her, trying his best to hide the smile that threatened any minute to overtake his entire face. He’d waited for a moment like this since high school. Now that it was here, he wanted to savor every single, glorious second.
Ashley blew out a breath. “Are you going to stand back there? Say something.”
“Okay, princess.” His voice was deep and in control. “This is how it’s going to work. I’ll escort you inside where we’ll be taking your picture. Then one of those French nails of yours will get a little dirty.”
“You’re fingerprinting me?” She struggled. “This is ridiculous. You can’t arrest me. I’m … I’m … I’m a Whitman!”
Jacob threw his head back and let out a hearty laugh. Watching Ashley squirm was priceless. “Don’t think your pedigree is going to help you out now.” It was typical of her to insinuate that her Whitman status somehow made her superior. He’d grown up with that.
“Whatever. When do I get my phone call?”
“After I hand you over.” His gaze slid up Ashley’s workout attire, resting on her pink top. Actually, more like workout bra. Wrapped around her chest, it didn’t leave much to the imagination. Not that Jacob thought of her in that way. It was Ashley Whitman, after all. On a good day she got under his skin.