Lightning Only Strikes Twice
After her grandfather's death, mounting debts force Annie Crawford to sell her inheritance to uphold her family's honor and avoid bankruptcy. Financial stability comes with an even higher price: her heritage. She must rebuild her legacy from nothing.
Purchasing Annie's property means three things to Luke Maxwell: financial burden on Maxwell Development, opportunity to propel his career to the top by developing the old ghost town, and, ultimately, approval to take over his father's company. All of which take precedence over his attraction to the pretty seller.
While touring the property, Annie and Luke are whisked back in time to the 1891 mining community. Together, they endure antiquated hardships and turn to each other for familiarity. Comfort soon becomes passion. As they face a lifetime in the wrong century, Annie and Luke discover a predestined responsibility to the future. Can the love they've propagated in the past take root in the present?
Annie leaned toward him and sniffed. "Perhaps you've been celebrating Founders' Day with more than coffee." She patted her pockets. "Do you know what happened to my keys?"
Luke slammed his fist on the sideboard, rattling the dishes and making her jump back. "Damn it, Annie, there are no keys! There is no car. For all I know, they haven't invented gasoline yet."
Apprehension filled her face. "Okay, I'm leaving now." She glanced behind her.
The door was only two feet away. She turned for it, but before she lifted the latch, Luke grabbed her shoulder and spun her around.
She opened her mouth to scream, but he clamped a hand over it. Wide, fear-filled eyes stared up at him.
He swallowed, regretting the actions that caused her fear, but he couldn't let her go. As he pulled her closer, her breasts flattened against his chest. Warmth spread through his limbs and the constant fuzziness that plagued him since his arrival vanished.
Annie must have felt the change too. She stopped struggling.
He lowered his head. His whiskers scratched her smooth cheek as he whispered in her ear. "I'm not going to hurt you. I promise. I just need you to believe me." Without releasing his hand from her mouth, he tilted his head to see her face.
Indecision replaced her earlier apprehension. She nodded slowly.
He eased his hand away and she let go an earsplitting scream.
Damn the woman!