Title: Summer Bride
Author: Shanna Hatfield
Genre: Sweet Romance, RomCom
Publication Date: July 12th, 2018
USA Today Bestselling Author Shanna Hatfield writes character-driven romances with relatable heroes and heroines. Her historical westerns have been described as âreminiscent of the era captured by Bonanza and The Virginianâ while her contemporary works have been called âlaugh-out-loud funny, and a little heart-pumping sexy without being explicit in any way.â
Convinced everyone deserves a happy ending, this hopeless romantic is out to make it happen one story at a time. When she isnât writing or indulging in chocolate (dark and decadent, please), Shanna hangs out with her husband, lovingly known as Captain Cavedweller.
Shanna is a member of Western Writers of America, Women Writing the West, Romance Writers of America, Sweet Romance Reads, Cowboy Kisses, and Pioneer Hearts.
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Matilda held out a bright purple gift bag with orange polka-dotted tissue paper stuffed inside.
Justin took the bag, removed the tissue, and pulled out a T-shirt. He unfolded it and held it up, unable to hide a grin. âI work with strippersâ was emblazoned across the front along with a silhouette of a pair of wire strippers.
âThis is great. Thank you so much,â he said, smiling at the two women.
âTry it on! We want to see how it looks,â Matilda said in an insistent tone.
Ruth placed a hand on Matildaâs arm, as though she could restrain her friendâs demands and ideas. âNow, Tilly, letâs leave the boy alone and let him get back to work.â
âNot just yet. Itâs only half as fun if he doesnât model the shirt for us,â Matilda said, her vermilion-coated lips rolling into a pout.
Justin wondered how an octogenarian could appear so girlish, but Matilda Dale had it down to an art.
Rather than disappoint her, he unbuttoned his work shirt and slipped it off then pulled the T-shirt on over his head.
âHowâs it look?â he asked, wondering if Matilda had purposely ordered a size too small or if it had been an accident. The shirt clung to every muscle and outlined every line and ridge of his form.
âMmm. Iâm not sure. Letâs get another opinion.â Matilda grabbed his hand and tugged him out of the construction area. He went along, not wanting to disrupt her fun. However, he hoped no one saw him parading around in the T-shirt that was outrageously tight.
Ruth strolled along on his other side. âWe really should let him get back to work, Tilly.â
âOh, bosh. This will just take a moment.â Matilda said, leading him down the hallway to the lobby.
Justin wanted to pull away and turn around when he saw Sage sitting at the receptionistâs desk talking to someone on the telephone. She wore her hair twisted away from her face and secured at the back of her head in a tidy knot, although a few wisps escaped and danced around her cheeks. She looked lovely in a pink top that brought out roses in her cheeks and accented the soft shade of her lips. Lips that looked so inviting and entirely too kissable.
Annoyed with himself for noticing every detail about her appearance, he freed himself from Matildaâs grasp. âI donât want to bother her. Sheâs busy working and I should be, too.â
âFiddle-faddle,â Matilda said, giving him a push forward. âSee, she just hung up the phone.â
Justin started to argue, but Matilda gave him another push and waved a hand at Sage. âSage, darling, we need your opinion.â
Sage glanced up from the note she was writing then did a double take. Her amazing green eyes widened in shock as she gaped at him. Slowly, a smile lifted the corners of her mouth into an amused smile.
âWhat kind of opinion, Matilda?â Sage asked, leaning back in her desk chair. Her gaze lifted and Justin felt the impact when it collided with his. Something magnetic and strong arced between them, like electricity dancing between two points of contact.
âWe bought this shirt for Justin as a thank you for his help the night of your accident. What do you think? Does it fit him okay?â Matilda asked. The brazen old woman ran her hand across the width of his chest then had the audacity to wink at him.