Legacy by Laura Pavlov
Series: Montgomery Brothers #1
Publication date: July 21st, 2020
Synopsis:
Ford
I don't have time for distractions.
I have a billion-dollar company to run. A father to grieve.
A legacy to fulfill.
Harley DeLuca is not my type.
She's snarky.
She's stubborn.
And she's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen--even in her ridiculous grungy tennis shoes.
I can't get enough of her.
Harley
I was a mistake from the moment of conception.
The sins of my mother have followed me like a nightmare in a horror flick.
I'm determined to make a life for myself, free of my past.
I have three goals.
Open a bakery.
Keep Gramps safe.
And forget that I'm Valentina DeLuca's daughter.
There's no room in my life for a man.
Especially an arrogant, condescending jerk like Ford Montgomery.
But now he's my business partner.
My friend.
And if I'm not careful, he just might be--everything.
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Excerpt
"What time are you opening the doors?" he asked, his gaze made a slow perusal of me from head to toe, stopping at my feet and huffing. "Do you own anything aside from tennis shoes?"
I rolled my eyes. "We open at seven, which is when you open, correct?"
"That's when the building opens. I get here by six-thirty, and the Wilsons always had a cup of coffee ready to go for me," the smug bastard said, looking around and taking in all the details. "This actually looks--nice."
I laughed. "Thanks, I guess."
"So, I haven't found another place that makes coffee like they did. I was hoping you make a decent cup and I could stop here on my way up in the morning and grab it."
"Well, I won't be staring out the window waiting for your arrival, but you're welcome to stop by, and we'll pour you a cup to go, your highness."
"That's fine. As long as you can actually make coffee that's tolerable." He smirked. Ford wore a black suit, and a white dress shirt, tailored to fit his broad, chiseled body just so. His brown hair was a bit longer on top and styled to perfection.
"I can't wait to hear how high maintenance your order is. I mean, this ain't Starbucks, bud."
He rolled his eyes. "I take my coffee black."
My head fell back, and I barked out a laugh. "Black? And you're being dramatic about it? How hard is it to make a cup of black coffee?"
"It's all about the beans." He crossed his arms in front of his chest and raised a brow at me. Smug bastard.
"You know, this is why rich men get a bad name. You're ridiculous," I said before shouting out to my bestie in the back. "Molly, can you grab me a cup of black coffee to go. Use the real swanky beans, okay?"
He chuckled. Ford freaking Montgomery the forty thousandth actually laughed. I was surprised to see he had an actual sense of humor under his arrogant, annoying demeanor.
I rolled my eyes. "We open at seven, which is when you open, correct?"
"That's when the building opens. I get here by six-thirty, and the Wilsons always had a cup of coffee ready to go for me," the smug bastard said, looking around and taking in all the details. "This actually looks--nice."
I laughed. "Thanks, I guess."
"So, I haven't found another place that makes coffee like they did. I was hoping you make a decent cup and I could stop here on my way up in the morning and grab it."
"Well, I won't be staring out the window waiting for your arrival, but you're welcome to stop by, and we'll pour you a cup to go, your highness."
"That's fine. As long as you can actually make coffee that's tolerable." He smirked. Ford wore a black suit, and a white dress shirt, tailored to fit his broad, chiseled body just so. His brown hair was a bit longer on top and styled to perfection.
"I can't wait to hear how high maintenance your order is. I mean, this ain't Starbucks, bud."
He rolled his eyes. "I take my coffee black."
My head fell back, and I barked out a laugh. "Black? And you're being dramatic about it? How hard is it to make a cup of black coffee?"
"It's all about the beans." He crossed his arms in front of his chest and raised a brow at me. Smug bastard.
"You know, this is why rich men get a bad name. You're ridiculous," I said before shouting out to my bestie in the back. "Molly, can you grab me a cup of black coffee to go. Use the real swanky beans, okay?"
He chuckled. Ford freaking Montgomery the forty thousandth actually laughed. I was surprised to see he had an actual sense of humor under his arrogant, annoying demeanor.
About the Author:
Laura Pavlov writes sweet and sexy contemporary romance that will make you both laugh and cry. She is happily married to her college sweetheart, mom to two awesome almost-grown kids, and dog-whisperer to a couple crazy yorkies. Laura resides in Las Vegas where she is living her own happily ever after.
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