A Kiss to Build a Dream On by Kim Amos




About the Book:

Twelve years ago, beautiful, blond, wealthy Willa Masterson left White Pine, tires squealing, for New York City, without looking back. Since then, she’s enjoyed everything New York has to offer a girl with unlimited resources. But the recent discovery that her boyfriend has squandered her inheritance in a Ponzi scheme sends Willa back to White Pine, to the only asset she has left: her childhood home, which she plans to turn into a high-end B&B.

Enter Burk Olmstead, the best contractor in town-and Willa’s high school boyfriend, whom she left high and dry when she moved away. Hard-working, hard-bodied Burk, who has been taking care of Willa’s childhood home for years, also has plans for the beautiful old house-plans that conflict with Willa’s B&B. When these two argue, sparks fly and reignite the fire that’s always been between them…but it may take the whole town of White Pine to get these two lovers back together for good.

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Excerpt:

Thursday, September 20, 7:58 A.M.

Willa’s eyes flew open. She sat up straight and glanced at the alarm clock. 7:58. She’d overslept. And now, there was a furious pounding on the door.

Burk was already here.

“Coming!” Willa hollered, and rolled off the ancient brass bed, the worn mattress squeaking in protest. Getting new furniture was high on the list of things to do, but it would have to wait until the walls were re-plastered and painted and the floors refinished and—

Wham! Wham! Wham!

Burk was going to break down the door. “I said I’m coming!” Willa yelled, shoving her feet into slippers and shrugging into her robe. She fumbled with the robe’s belt as she flew down the staircase, the warped wood nearly tripping her and sending her face-first into the banister.

Wham! Wham! Wha—

Willa yanked open the door furiously. “I said I was coming!” She drew herself to her full height, glaring at Burk, whose enormous frame was back-lit by the golden sun climbing in the sky. As a halo of rich morning light ignited Burk’s chiseled form, she suddenly wondered if she was still dreaming. Even in a flannel work shirt, his broad shoulders and rippled muscles made him appear like a Roman god. His ebony hair was like coal set aflame. His skin, tan from all the outdoor work, was suddenly bronze perfection. Her heart hammered involuntarily at the overpowering sight of him.

Burk stopped, mid-pound, and dropped his fist. For a moment, they both stared at each other.

After all the noise, it was suddenly, eerily quiet.

Willa’s chest heaved from racing to the door, her robe falling slightly open. She watched Burk’s eyes slide from her flushed face to her breasts, which she could feel brushing against the fabric of her nightgown with every breath. Her nipples were tight and hard against the cotton, and she suddenly pictured Burk’s mouth on them, kissing and sucking with wild abandon. The thought sent flames along her skin, even in the cool morning.

Burk snapped his eyes back to Willa’s face, but it was too late. They both knew what he’d been staring at. Willa quickly began belting her robe around her body, both mortified and thrilled at what he’d seen and what she’d felt. It didn’t help that she fumbled with the material, thanks to a trembling in her fingers that hadn’t been there a moment ago.

When she looked back up at Burk, she wondered if she’d find his stony expression unmoved. Just like yesterday. Instead, he was gazing right at her, a small smile creeping into the corners of his mouth. He was laughing at her.

Just like that, her embarrassment flipped to anger. Who did this guy think he was, pounding on her door, staring at her tits, and then grinning about it all?

“Good goddamn morning to you too, Burk,” she said angrily.

“Rise and shine,” he said, his grin widening.

About the Author:

A Midwesterner whose roots run deep, Kim Amos is a writer living in Michigan with her husband and three furry animals.

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