Sparked by Love

Release date: June 16, 2014
Sparked by LoveSome fussy artist is making Shannon Morgan’s job with the city of Vancouver, Washington, harder than it should be. She’s organizing the huge annual Independence Day celebration, and he’s being impossible. But then, he’s like a couple other men she’s known—her mostly absent father and her disappearing ex-boyfriend, for example.

All Leo Wilson wants is an okay for his plans to install glass fireworks at Fort Vancouver on the Fourth of July. With thousands of people there to see his work, it could be his big career break. If the crabby bureaucrat will get him the permits he needs.

When Leo confronts the cause of his trouble in person, he’s surprised to find a beautiful young woman. Shannon is equally surprised at meeting a sweet, sexy man. Dinner, a movie, and a few torrid kisses take it from spark to flame.

But then the father she’s always wanted as part of her life reappears, accompanied by her ex-boyfriend. Shannon has to decide how far she’s willing to go to have her father around. And find out why he’s with her ex.BUY NOW

If she makes the right decisions, she and Leo will privately create fireworks that rival the pyrotechnics that light up the sky on July Fourth.

by Peggy Bird

Contemporary
Sensuality Level: Sensual

Author Bio:
Peggy Bird lives in the Pacific Northwest where she sets most of her novels. To stay out of trouble—and the rain—she writes stories about smart women and sexy men and creates the occasional piece of glass art. Find Peggy at www.peggybirdwrites.net, on Facebook, and on Twitter @peggybirdwrites.

 

An excerpt from Sparked by Love:

Why wasn’t she the woman he’d been dealing with? She looked as cool and delectable as a dish of ice cream, not at all like the mean, bossy, bitter bureaucrat he was looking for. This woman was young, probably in her mid to late twenties, his age. And she was beautiful. Long hair the color of honey was held back from her face with some sort of clip, with enough tendrils escaping to frame her face with tiny bits of curls. Brown eyes with an intelligent look in them were surrounded by thick lashes, which would probably brush her cheekbones when she closed them. A lush mouth with just the right amount of pink lip stuff on it to attract his attention and make him want to kiss it off. When she’d swiveled in her chair to face him, he saw enough of her body to know the skirt and top she was wearing did little to disguise a curvaceous body and a pair of great legs.

“I’m looking for Shannon Morgan. I thought the receptionist said she was down here someplace.” He looked around one more time. “But maybe I went the wrong way.” He turned to leave.

“Wait. You’re looking for Shannon Morgan? That’s me. What can I do for you?” she repeated.

Holy hell. She was the woman he’d been dealing with. “I’m Leo Wilson, the glass blower. We’ve been communicating about my art installation for the Fourth of July. I thought maybe it would make things work better if we met in person.” He held out his hand to her.

She seemed to hesitate for a moment, then stood up. If he pulled her close, he figured she’d almost reach his shoulder. And he definitely wanted to pull her close. He could see now the body he’d glimpsed had all the right curves in all the right places. Places he was sure would fit nicely against him.

She put out her hand. It was small and soft, making him only too aware of the calluses on his and the probability it wasn’t as clean at the moment as hers was. He didn’t let go of her hand immediately, enjoying the contact.

“Leo Wilson? You’re not what I expected,” she said. “Not what I expected at all.” Her face reddened. “I’m sorry. I mean, I thought maybe you were a lot older. You know, a mid-career … I don’t know … something.” She pulled her hand away from his.

He didn’t want to let go but reluctantly did. “Yeah, you’re not exactly the bureaucrat I expected either.” He smiled. “So, we agree neither fits the other’s stereotype. Maybe we should start this whole thing over again.”

“Okay,” she said, “I’ll reintroduce myself. I’m … ”

“No, I get the part where you’re Shannon Morgan and I’m Leo Wilson. I meant talking about my project.”

She laughed. “Good idea. Where shall we start?”

He thought for a moment. “Can you leave your desk for a half hour or so?”

“I guess. To do what?”

“Walk with me to the fort and around the parade grounds and let me show you what I have in mind.”