Thursday, 11 November 2010

Excerpt Day - Late Harvest © Suzanne Barrett

Excerpt

“What the hell are you doing out here dressed like that?”

 

Glenna jumped at Kurt’s hard voice, dropping the knife into the dirt. She raised her gaze to the angry German’s face. She jerked to her feet as warmth poured through her.

 

His gaze slid to her breasts, the icy stare heated. “Do you find pleasure exposing yourself like that? You might as well be naked! You can hardly expect the men to get any work done if you come out here dressed like a...”

 

Glenna stiffened. A second later her hand cracked against Kurt’s jaw. “That’s enough! There’s no one here but me, and it’s too hot to be wrapped in a cocoon.”

 

Ramrod straight he stood his ground. With eyes blazing, he clamped iron fingers around her wrist and pulled her toward him. “I am here, Glenna.”

 

She struggled in his grasp. “You don’t have to look. You didn’t need to follow me out to the vineyard.” Glaring, she added, “Besides, you don’t even like me!”

 

He held her fast. “Like has nothing to do with it.” Sucking in a deep breath, he ran his forefinger along the vee of her top, grazing the smooth skin above the neckline.

 

She stood mute. Her breasts swelled, and the nipples hardened.

 

Kurt stopped his fingers a whisper away from the fullness of one breast. He drew a shaky breath and expelled it noisily. “Whether I ‘like’ you or not has nothing to do with wanting you.”

 

Her heart set up a dizzying thrum. She pushed at his hand, but found herself pinned as he circled her wrist in a grip of steel. “Is that why you were friendly to me all those years ago and then suddenly stopped paying attention to me? Because you didn’t like me?”

 

Kurt dipped his head slightly. “When I first came here I liked you. A lot. Too much, in fact.” Pain flickered across his features and he continued in a low voice. “You looked like an adult. Acted like one, too. Christ, you gave me a real come-on. Then I found out you were fifteen years old! What the hell was I supposed to do?”

 

Heat from Kurt’s body sent musky waves of his scent swirling over her. She swallowed. She should not feel this way, should not allow his nearness to penetrate her defenses, but.... “I was eighteen at the harvest dance,” Glenna said, her voice hesitant. “I was not a child then.”

 

Kurt continued to hold her, his eyes burning with dark fire.

 

“I wanted you, Glenna. As much as on that night five years ago. You were willing. More than willing, as I remember. But you ran away and found someone else.”

 

© Suzanne Barrett

 

Late Harvest

Author: Suzanne Barrett

Publisher: .Turquoise Morning Press

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She only wants to be left alone.

He wants the one thing she’s not sure she’s willing to give—

and it has nothing to do with wine.

Kurt von Daniken wants only one thing from Glenna Ryan: The key to making Eiswein—Ice Wine. Five years ago, while working at his family's California winery, she'd begun developing the method to simulate wine made from grapes gathered after a freeze. Now, when the winery desperately needs it, the only person who might be able to duplicate Glenna's process, Kurt's tyrannical Uncle Otto, lies paralyzed by a stroke and near death.

Glenna wants only one thing from the von Danikens: To be left in peace to raise her son, Robbie, who suffers from a birth defect and needs an expensive surgery to repair it. When Kurt suddenly appears at her home, demanding she return to Cresthaven and complete the process, Glenna knows the money she'll earn by doing so will provide Robbie the treatment he needs. She also knows she'll risk having her heart broken, again, by Kurt, the only man she's ever loved.

But, what if he discovers the real reason she left Cresthaven?

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