His Wanted Woman

"Geez, Mac, how do you stand all this?" Stacy Green sniffed, wrinkling her nose at the dust she had stirred as she helped sort stacks of old documents and maps that looked like they hadn't been touched in years. "I know you said your dad really let the place go over the last couple of years, but it's going to take you decades to get this all cleaned up."

In the process of changing the seasonal display in the shop's bow window from Thanksgiving to Christmas, Mackenzie Sloan said, "Bite your tongue. It's not that bad."

"Yeah, right." Stacy snorted. "And I'm the Queen Mother."

"I'm making progress," she insisted, but as she looked around at the antique bookstore her father had left her when he died unexpectedly three months ago, Mackenzie had to admit that Stacy was right. The place was a mess. In spite of the fact that she'd been cleaning and trying to organize the shop since the day after her father's funeral, it was still little more than barely controlled chaos.

Guilt tugged at her, bringing the sting of tears to her eyes. "I should have come home more often—"

"Don't you dare blame yourself!" St ... read full excerpt from: His Wanted Woman ebook