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Betsy Alexander rides a Harley to blow off steam after stressful work days peddling real estate in a soft market. She desperately needs a
motorcycle ride after her first encounter with the arrogant hunk Skylar
Blakewood. Then to find out the real estate developer snatched up the land
she'd planned for her dream house and a hillside of Christmas trees, knocks
her off her sturdy footing, literally.
Reviews
"Hot Property is the first book that I have read from Lacey Diamond and made me want to read more of her work. The characters were believable and entertaining. I enjoyed Ms. Diamond's style of writing especially the first meeting between Betsy and Skylar. I encourage you to pick up this book as you will find it is a sweet yet sexy romance with an engaging story line."
Excerpt Betsy rounded the archway stepping into the dining room and there he stood. Her breath caught in her throat. She could simply blame it on being taken by surprise. But that would only be half true. Something about this stranger awakened a peculiar, yet pleasant sensation that flowed through her. It could have something to do with the intoxicating scent of his cologne filling the room. Or just the way he held his head as he picked over the literature on the table. Whatever it was, she couldn’t just stand there gaping at him like a love struck teenager. It was a mystery to Betsy that her legs felt a bit wobbly when she took a few giant steps toward him and extended her hand across the table. "Hi there, I’m Betsy Alexander." A crushing sensation in Skylar’s chest took his breath away as her hand reached out to him. Relief flooded through him when she finally lowered her arm and continued to smile after he didn’t accommodate her invitation to shake hands. "You’re the one handling the open house?" he asked, grateful his words came without a stutter or something equally humiliating. The coldness in his tone was compatible to the steely eyes that commanded an answer. Betsy cleared her throat. "Yes, I am." Something within saved her from a shrinking feeling and she stood tall. God knows he still towered over her. "I was just about to lock up. But I’d be happy to show you the house." She told him when she’d be happier if he’d just leave. |
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