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Some people in her small community think Ellen Hamilton, business savvy daughter of the town’s largest employer, is too big for her britches. After all it’s the 1950s when women have no place in running corporations. When the company is threatened with takeover by John, who broke her heart and betrayed her family business years ago, she’s determined to stop at nothing to win.
Ruggedly handsome John Adair has returned to the town that tried to destroy him with false accusations of corporate espionage. What truly hurt him was Ellen, the woman he loved, believed the allegations. However, that was the past. His return is for one reason only, business. But will he remember it when gazing into Ellen's enticing eyes or when intoxicated by the aroma of jasmine whenever she is near?
Sparks fly when these two headstrong individuals meet again and find themselves tempted by The Sweetheart Deal.
*EXCLUSIVE PEEK* at— The Sweetheart Deal by Allison Morse!
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.”
“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.”
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.
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.
She lives with her wonderful husband in a house in the hills that’s filled with books.