Good Enough For Love

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Moving to the country challenges everything she knows...

When Amber Hutchinson inherits a country hotel, she plans to do it up, sell it, and move on. After all, living in the country never featured in her plans. That is until she comes across a handsome local sheep farmer.

He always tries to do the right thing…

When Zach Wentworth comes cross a gorgeous, blond-haired woman stuck in his hometown’s hotel window, trying to break in, naturally he tries to find out what’s going on.

Without the hotel, Willow’s Bend is likely to die a slow death. So, Zach does whatever he can to secure his town's future. But doing the right thing means risking his heart. Again. Amber’s determined to make the hotel into a thriving business once more. On her own. She has little time for her growing attraction to Zach. Something she’s desperately trying to ignore because she knows it won't last.


While the town gossips eagerly discuss every interaction between them, Amber and Zach must choose between protecting their hearts and taking a chance on love.

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THIS was not the way Amber Hutchinson expected life in a small country town to begin.


There she was, her butt stuck up in the air, legs dangling precariously out the window. The autumn sunshine let in enough light to see the run down and none-too-clean bathroom. The small sink, just out of reach, had a crack through it. The floor, what she could see of it, was worn and dilapidated.


All she’d done was answer her phone.


A call informing her she’d inherited a country hotel. A call that came out of the blue after she’d been dismissed, let go, made redundant from her decade-long job. She hated all those terms, but the result was the same. No job. No money other than her pay-out, and very few alternative jobs available. Same old, same old.


So, of course she’d jumped at the chance of securing her future, despite her emotions being all over the place, oscillating between anger and hopelessness, wondering what she’d done wrong, trying to work out how she’d allowed her own complacency to lull her into a false sense of security.


That call meant she was now wedged half-in, half-out a window in the middle of nowhere.


The town of Willow’s Bend, where the hotel was located, was hours and a whole other existence away from everything that was familiar. And naturally, given her track record, the hotel had been closed when she’d finally arrived.


But this was not the time, or place, for thinking about what if or if only. She squirmed as she tried once more to get through the window that belonged to her hotel. At least, it would be hers, once her grandfather’s affairs were settled.


Amber stretched out, squishing her stomach even further into the window frame. Judging by the state of the bathroom she was getting a very close look at, she might have been too optimistic thinking she could turn the hotel into a raging success in just six months. Her finances wouldn’t stretch beyond that point. She certainly couldn’t afford any extensive renovations. She’d only budgeted for a few minor repairs and a bit of advertising. Nothing grand.


Her Labrador, Rufus, gave a warning bark from where he was standing guard outside. Another short woof followed.

Then Rufus’ tail started thumping in a loud rhythmic tempo. Amber twisted, trying to look over her shoulder. What was happening out there? Her contortions pressed her back more firmly into the window frame. Beads of moisture trickled between her breasts.

She heard heavy footsteps on the hotel verandah's wooden floorboards. The steady even tread got louder and louder. That’s all she needed. To be discovered attempting to get through a window she should never have considered in the first place.


The footsteps stopped.


Amber squirmed, kicking out with more urgency. Oh no, oh no, oh no bounced around in a chaotic loop until she slumped in exhaustion.


Then someone grabbed her hips.


“What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded, her voice echoing around the room. “Let me go!”

© 2016 Wendy Lee Davies

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