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Sue Gibson
Category:
Romance
Publisher: Montlake Romance
ISBN-10: 1477815600
Type: Fiction
Pages: 185
Copyright: 2008
ISBN-13: 9781477815601
Price: $2.99 (eBook)
I write sweet, tradional romance set against the rugged rural backdrop of the Canadian Shield.
Jilted by her fiancé, marine biologist Lily Greensly retreats to the tranquil shores of Loon Lake to research indigenous fishes and help out at her family’s rustic fishing lodge. But when she finds an enormous new-age hotel spoiling the view from her cherished inheritance—the tiny and pristine Osprey Island—Lily decides the Nirvana Hotel’s handsome owner warrants closer scrutiny.
Ambitious hotelier Ethan Weatherall cut his teeth in the hotel industry and is determined to buy Lily’s treasured island and convert it to a concrete helipad. Can career-climbing, cosmopolitan Ethan risk falling for a woman who would never relish the role of a corporate wife? Or has that boat already sailed, as he falls into the deep end for Lily’s sweet soul and independent spirit?
Excerpt
“Good cast, Ethan,” Lily commented, bringing his thoughts back to the job at hand. “You’ve been holding out on me.”
Again, he warmed to her compliment, knowing full-well she probably said that to all her clients.
He smiled and turned to scan the lake for signs of civilized life. A tin sign tacked to a boathouse advertised gas and BBQ chips. Farther down, The Hideaway’s graying docks poked quietly into the bay.
He watched as Lily alternately flicked, and then tightened her line, wondering, is this really is what she did. Everyday?
“So what do you do out here? Besides guiding.”
She looked up quickly and he wondered at the defiant flash in her eyes before she returned her gaze to the water. She sighed, opened her mouth to speak then closed it, as if unwilling to put out the effort. “Not much,” she finally offered up.
“Oh, come on,” he needled.
“I’m a marine biologist.”
A what? He studied her face again, searching for something he’d missed. Apparently she was much more than a capable, blue-jeaned fishing guide. Generally, it took far more than a pretty face to throw him off-track.
Although Reg, the well driller, had slipped under his radar too. Turns out Reg had a Masters Degree in Engineering, and was an ordained minister. There should be a manual, he decided, “The Dummies Guide to Rural Folk”.
“Fascinating field of work—Marine Biology,” he said.
“Right now I’m working for the University of Toronto,” she continued. “Mostly I collect data from the active spawning sites of indigenous cold water fishes,” she paused to check the depth finder, “for my research.”
“I see. Sounds er…rewarding.” He dragged his gaze from her face and struggled to digest the new information. His pitch for the island definitely required fine-tuning.
They sat knee to knee, casting to the shoal and slowly rewinding their lures. The depth-finder beeped, drawing Lily’s attention, and he was reminded of the second reason he booked Lily Greensly’s services. Fastening his gaze to the tip of his fishing rod, he concentrated on catching a fish.
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