High Heels and Haystacks! by Erin Nicholas
Release Date April 10, 2018
She’s an heiress. He flips burgers for a living. A lot more than the kitchen is about to get messy.
Only three things stand between Ava Carmichael and her twelve billion dollar inheritance:
1. A year of living in Bliss, Kansas.
2. A relationship that lasts six consecutive months.
3. A pie.
Ava has run a multi-billion-dollar company, negotiated with shark investors, and hobnobbed with business royalty, but she’s about to be defeated by her inability to turn sugar, flour, and apple pie filling into something edible.
Conveniently, the owner of the diner next door, Parker Blake, is magic in the kitchen. And he technically works for her. So she can make him teach her to bake. And, hey, if everyone assumes they’re heating up more than the oven during their time in the kitchen…well, that’s called multitasking.
Parker Blake likes his women the way he likes his coffee: not in his diner. But gorgeous, strong-willed, type-A Ava clearly isn’t going to stop messing up his kitchen—or his simple, stress-free small-town life—until the conditions of her daddy’s will are met. So, sure, he’ll teach his “boss” to bake.
But once the kitchen door closes, it’s pretty clear who’s really in charge.
Excerpt
The next day, the diner was packed. Every chair, booth, and stool was filled. There were even a couple of guys standing off to one side, leaning against the wall, eating their burgers.
And every single person turned to look as Ava stepped through the front door.
Including Parker. And he almost dropped the plate he was holding.
Holy hell.
Her hair, normally stick straight and sleek, was now pulled back into a ponytail. That alone was strangely sexy. But she also had a pair of sunglasses propped casually on top of her head and the bright red rims matched the T-shirt she wore.
A T-shirt. He’d never seen her in a T-shirt. She’d worn a hoodie for the game night she and her sisters had hosted at their house about a month ago, but this…well, this shirt was Cori’s. It had to be. It was bright red and said, In my defense, I was left unsupervised across her breasts in large sparkly silver script letters.
That quote didn’t fit Ava at all. But the shirt itself…it fit against her curves a little too well.
And then there were the jeans. He had never seen her in blue jeans before either. He’d wanted to. In his mind, that was going to be a sign that she was trying to fit into small-town life, and that she was going to figure out how to dress for function and comfort rather than the I’ll-take-over-your-company-make-a-million-dollars-by-lunch-and-look-hot-as-hell-while-doing-it look she usually had going.
But the jeans hugging Ava’s hips, ass, and long legs were making his jeans fit a lot less comfortable, and the only functions he could come up with here were inappropriate, probably sexist, and involved smudging the lipstick that matched her sunglasses and T-shirt perfectly.
He supposed that she thought she was dressed for fruit picking.
Until he got to her heels.
His eyes finally made it past the slim-fitting denim to her feet. And these shoes, if nothing else, reminded him of exactly who Ava Carmichael was.
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