THE BURBS AND THE BEES
by Cathryn Fox
Publication Date: November 30, 2020
Genres: Adult, Entangled: Amara, Contemporary, Romance, Romantic Comedy, Small Town
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SYNOPSIS
I just inherited an apple orchard in Nova Scotia.
That’s definitely a sentence I never would have imagined saying in my life.
I’ve only ever been a socialite from New York, but that orchard is my chance to prove to my family, and myself, that I can do more. Be more. I may not exactly know what I want out of life yet, but I’m determined to stick to something—and no, I’m not talking about the bee farmer next door.
Here’s what I know. If I can’t tough out one full month of a rooster waking me at sunrise, a poolhall parrot with a foul mouth, and a llama that swings both ways, not only will I lose my self respect, I’ll lose my trust fund too.
Here’s what I don’t know. Why my neighbor with the bad attitude and a whole lot of sexy seems hell bent on sending me home. Well screw him. Not literally, of course. Except I just stumbled into his apiary, and got a look at the head beekeepers…stinger.
Excerpt:
His jaw drops open. “You think I knocked you in?”
“Not on purpose,” I say to soften my harsh retort. “You reached out and touched my elbow. It startled me.”
“I was just trying to—”
The captain laughs, and we both turn to him. “What?” we ask simultaneously.
“You two argue like an old married couple.”
“We’re not a couple,” Jay and I say at the same time.
“Could have fooled me,” the crusty fisherman adds.
“We don’t even know each other,” I say.
Jay nods in agreement. “Probably never set eyes on each other again.”
“A lesson or a blessing.” A wide grin splits the captain’s weathered lips as he turns from us and spins the big steering wheel, or whatever it’s called on a fishing boat, proceeding to dock beside a long wooden deck.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask.
“People come into your life for a reason,” he explains. “It’s either a lesson or blessing.”
Well, look at that. We’ve been rescued by a captain and a philosopher. This day is getting better and better. Instead of commenting, I ask, “What would you like me to do about your blanket?” Good God, I hope I don’t have to run to my car in my wet underwear.
“Keep it, and keep off the black rocks,” he says with a shake of his head. “You’re lucky we spotted you.”
“Thank you. I really appreciate the help and the blanket,” I say and gather my wet clothes. He helps me off the boat, and I search for the parking lot.
Jay follows me off, and once we’re on stable ground, he turns to me. “I’ll walk you to your car.”
“That’s okay. I think I can see it from here,” I say, and he hesitates a moment.
He brushes a bead of water from his forehead and scrubs the wispy hairs on his chin. “So uh, be careful on the rocks. I might not be around to rescue you next time.”
“You mean you won’t be around to push me in,” I counter.
He grins and is about to turn away, but I stop him.
“Jay,” I say and his head dips. His eyes meet mine, and wow, they push back the rest of the cold in my bones, and I nearly liquify. A burst of heat arcs between us, and I get the sense that he feels it every bit as much as I do. Attraction at first sight. I guess it really is a thing.
“Yeah.”
“It’s been a really rough day. Actually, it’s been a really rough week, and I want to thank you for staying with me in the water. You could have easily made it to that boat faster.”
“It’s what anyone from around these parts would do.” His smile is genuine, and I sense he’s a nice guy. I could use one or two of those in my life. “But I guess you’re not from around here.”
“Far from it.”
“Then let me welcome you to Nova Scotia.” He glances past my shoulder to the water, and his own blanket parts to expose his hard body. “I guess after a bad week, and an unwanted dip in the ocean, the rest of your day can only go uphill, huh?” At the mention of things going up, and before I can stop myself, I let my gaze drop to his boxer shorts. He clears his throat, and I briefly pinch my eyes shut.
Honest to God, I really need to stop checking this guy out. Or at least stop getting caught doing it.
“Just so you know,” he begins. “I was having a crappy day, too.”
I give an exaggerated exhale and glance at my soaked shoes. “And to top it off, I drag you into the water with me.”
“Actually, that’s when my day started to improve.”
“What?” I croak out, my eyes lifting to his. “What are you talking about?”
“I got to see you in your lacy underwear.”
My jaw drops. “You weren’t supposed to look.”
He angles his head. “Yeah, sorry about that.” He grins and turns. “See you later,” he says, and saunters away, his hard body taking my focus with him.
“Probably not,” I murmur. I will not be seeing him later, and I will not be thinking about him in his underwear either.
Much.
ABOUT CATHRYN FOX
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author, Cathryn Fox is a wife, mom, sister, daughter, and friend. She loves dogs, sunny weather, anything chocolate (she never says no to a brownie) pizza and red wine. She has two teenagers who keep her busy with their never ending activities, and a husband who is convinced he can turn her into a mixed martial arts fan. Cathryn can never find balance in her life, is always trying to find time to go to the gym, can never keep up with emails, Facebook or Twitter and tries to write page-turning books that her readers will love.
Cathryn also writes New Adult Paranormal under Cat Kalen.
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