Title: Legacy
Series: Montgomery Brothers #1
Author: Laura Pavlov
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Series: Montgomery Brothers #1
Author: Laura Pavlov
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 21, 2020
Blurb
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.
“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.
Author Bio
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.
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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