Will she discover the truth about the past in time to enter into
The Sweetheart Deal.
THE SWEETHEART DEAL
Allison Morse
Released June 5th, 2016
Wild Rose Press
Some people in her small rural community think Ellen Hamilton, the business savvy daughter of the town’s largest employer, is too big for her britches. After all it’s the 1950s and women should have no place in running corporations. But when the company is threatened with takeover by John Adair, the man who broke her heart and “betrayed” her family business years ago, she’s determined to stop at nothing to win. Yet, when the cool Ellen turns molten in John’s arms, will she discover the truth about the past in time to enter into The Sweetheart Deal.
Something inside her gave way and she flung her arms around his neck and gave him a hot, lingering kiss. He grabbed hold of her and pulled her onto his lap. The kiss grew deeper. Her mind was lost in the sensation of him, his taste, his feel and the tightness in her own body begged for more.
The appalling doorbell sounded and she leapt to her feet. “Oh, it’s Harold.”
She paced. What an idiot! What possessed her? She looked at John and groaned inside. It was a compulsion, that what he was, or maybe hypnotism. Whatever it was, thank goodness for clichés, because she’d just been saved by the bell.
John stood, and as if he were a magnet she stopped pacing and halted right in front of him. He caressed her arms. “Ignore him.”
She threw off his hands. “No, no, no. No! He’s good, you’re bad. I’m ignoring you. Ignoring this.”
“Hey, I didn’t make that kiss happen. You did, and it was great.” His baritone voice was both soothing and sexy.
“Fine, I made it happened, and now I’m making it not happen.”
“Ellen.”
“I have a date.” She realized that she was reminding herself of that fact as much as him.
He stepped in closer. “Sure. Go ahead.”
“You’re smirking.” Still, she didn’t move. “You are such an egotist.” She wanted to move. She planned to move. She didn’t move. “I’m going out with Harold.”
The doorbell rang again.
John grinned. “So I see.”
The appalling doorbell sounded and she leapt to her feet. “Oh, it’s Harold.”
She paced. What an idiot! What possessed her? She looked at John and groaned inside. It was a compulsion, that what he was, or maybe hypnotism. Whatever it was, thank goodness for clichés, because she’d just been saved by the bell.
John stood, and as if he were a magnet she stopped pacing and halted right in front of him. He caressed her arms. “Ignore him.”
She threw off his hands. “No, no, no. No! He’s good, you’re bad. I’m ignoring you. Ignoring this.”
“Hey, I didn’t make that kiss happen. You did, and it was great.” His baritone voice was both soothing and sexy.
“Fine, I made it happened, and now I’m making it not happen.”
“Ellen.”
“I have a date.” She realized that she was reminding herself of that fact as much as him.
He stepped in closer. “Sure. Go ahead.”
“You’re smirking.” Still, she didn’t move. “You are such an egotist.” She wanted to move. She planned to move. She didn’t move. “I’m going out with Harold.”
The doorbell rang again.
John grinned. “So I see.”
Allison Morse grew up in a family of actors in Los Angeles;
before the age of five, she started acting classes, which she adored. She
continued in the family business until her early twenties when her curious
spirit led her to consider other interests.
After receiving a B.A. from U.C. Berkeley, she went
on to earn a M.A. in Marriage and Family Therapy, and a J.D. from U.C. Hastings
College of the Law.
on to earn a M.A. in Marriage and Family Therapy, and a J.D. from U.C. Hastings
College of the Law.
Although she loved learning from each of her varied
careers she always knew that storytelling was as essential to her as breathing.
So as she pursued her professional life, she kept to a strict writing schedule,
and joined the Romance Writers of America and Sisters in Crime.
careers she always knew that storytelling was as essential to her as breathing.
So as she pursued her professional life, she kept to a strict writing schedule,
and joined the Romance Writers of America and Sisters in Crime.
She lives with her wonderful husband in a house in
the hills that’s filled with books.
the hills that’s filled with books.
