Snippet Sunday and Weekend Writing Warriors: Turnaround Farm

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Blurb:

If up and coming realtor Holly Grant can buy Turnaround Farm for her client, her business will boom. Who says you have to have a man in your life to complete you? She’s fine as she is thank you very much. Her first problem is that Jeb Wakefield doesn’t want to sell his farm, and her second problem is Jeb’s grandson Dan, the finest looking man Holly’s ever seen. 

Excerpt: Chapter One

Last week

Holly hurried into the room and quickly slid under the bedcovers. Thank goodness for Loretta who had kept the bed warm. She stuck her cold feet on Loretta’s side of the bed and gradually warmed up enough to sleep.
~*~
Holly snuggled closer to the hard, masculine form beside her. What a great dream! She sighed as she stroked a heavily muscled arm. Her hand curved around his shoulder, and she traced the outline of the muscles in his back.

She gasped as strong arms encircled her body. Her pulse raced as he nipped and nuzzled the sensitive spot below her ear.

This Week: We're picking up where we left off last week.

She turned her head so he could kiss her neck, and the movement brought her fully awake. This was no dream, and it wasn’t Loretta either!

Puffing as if she’d just run a marathon, Holly struggled with the figure in the bed. He must not have expected her to resist his advances because he lost his hold on her almost immediately. Moments later the bedroom light came on to reveal Dan Wakefield who very obviously slept in the nude.

“You get away from me this minute, or I’m screaming for your grandfather!” Holly cried. She pulled the covers tightly around her for what little protection they offered. What a pervert!
Dan ran a hand through his short blond hair. “What the hell are you talking about; you’re the one in my bed.”