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Poised to become her overbearing father's right-hand man, Jaye Davis is tired of being a
faceless drone, writing software. She’d rather help real people—like the family who owns a
struggling glassblowing factory in rural Pennsylvania. While she’s there, she might figure out
how to squash the secrets gnawing at her.
Mitchell Blake and his father keep butting heads about expanding Blake Glassware, and now
Mitch has to deal with his father's consultant, Jaye. She claims online marketing will boost sales,
but Mitch insists broadening their product line will increase revenue. Arguing with this doe-eyed
woman makes one thing perfectly clear: she has the power to shatter his safe, lonely life.
Jaye’s got four weeks to save his glassblowing factory, but he detests her marketing plan. She’s
got no place to live, but he has an extra bedroom in his house. She’s got secrets, but living with
a glassblower who can see right through her would be an enormous mistake...or would it?
Enjoy An Excerpt:
Her insides kinked. A few minutes ago, she hit him in the nuts and called him a murderous sex
maniac. Now, he had very good reason to fire her.
“You must be Mitch Blake.” She angled the flashlight at her chest. The bright light beamed off
the ruffled white blouse peeking from the lapels of her blazer. “Your father hired me.”
Mitch’s gaze dropped to her skirt. “I’m supposed to meet someone named Jayson Davis.”
“I’m Jayson, but I’d rather you call me Jaye. Sorry about the confusion. If it’s any consolation,
this isn’t the first time someone didn’t expect me. My father was convinced I’d be a boy. He liked
the name Jayson too much to change it.” The confession eroded her confidence. Would Mitch
be another man she’d never please?
The muscles along his jaw tightened, hard as the cold pavement.
“Does my father know you’re a woman?”
“I have no idea. We made arrangements via email. He never asked.” Mitchell Blake was acting
like a sexist oaf who thought women didn’t belong in a factory. Jaye gripped the flashlight,
tempted to whack him in the nuts again. “Your father said he’d provide a place for me to live
during our four-week contract. Could you point me to the hotel?”
“You’re not staying at a hotel.” Mitch’s terse words bounced off the road. “You’re living with me.”
About the Author:
Lynn Kellan writes romance about strong men who have a weakness for smart women. She believes men and women aren't thatdifferent...weboth want to be with someone who will empty the dishwasher. When Lynn isn't writing, she likes to play tennis and golf, but not at the same time. Visit Lynn's website at: http://LynnKellan.com