Up to Me
By Christi Barth
Ella Mayhew’s always appreciated the beautiful view of Seneca Lake from the spa window of her family’s hotel. But the view improves dramatically when a hot stranger runs across the grounds—shirtless. He’s the first man to kickstart her hormones in the three years since she lost her parents, and she doesn’t even know his name.
Graydon Locke’s on his umpteenth undercover assignment. The routine’s always the same: assess a business, recommend it for closure, then roll out before anyone discovers his decisions impact hundreds of lives. He’s always believed nothing good comes out of small towns. Why would this one be different? Then he makes two classic rookie mistakes—falling for the sweet, sexy girl who owns the very business he’s on the verge of axing. And letting the town’s residents get involved in both his life, and his relationship with Ella.
Ella’s the best thing to ever happen to Gray, but he’s lied to her from the start. If he pulls the plug on Mayhew Manor, the entire town may crumble. Ella couldn’t save her parents, but it’s up to her to save their hotel. Even if that means turning her back on true love.
100,000 words
Dear Reader,
June seems to be a time of both magical beginnings and wishful thinking, as we combine the wedding season with the last month of school. Here at Carina, our jobs are filled with a combination of both magical beginnings and wishful thinking, as we work in the land of fiction and allow ourselves to drift through fantastic worlds, happily ever afters and action-filled stories. Okay, maybe our jobs are a lot more rooted in reality than that, but the books we publish do allow us a brief escape and I hope they’ll do the same for you this month.
Powerhouse erotic romance author Lynda Aicher is back with Bonds of Courage, in which an alpha professional hockey player finds himself the one bound and at her mercy. Joining Lynda in the erotic category is Samantha Ann King with another fantastic ménage, Tempting Meredith. One man is risky, but two might teach her to trust and love again.
June brings quite a lineup of male/male romances. Ava March always stands out for me because not only does she write a fantastic male/male erotic romance, but she sets it in historical times, when it was even harder for two men to be in love, lending even more delicious romantic tension. Don’t miss Sharp Love, followed by The Viscount’s Wager releasing in December 2014.
And speaking of magical beginnings, we have two debut authors in the male/male category. This month we’re pleased to introduce Tyler Flynn and Chasing the Rebel. One man is fleeing the French Revolution, the other sympathizes with the Revolution. How can they fall for each other when they can’t even trust each other?
Also debuting with Carina Press this month is G.B. Lindsey, who leads off a three-part anthology, Secrets of Neverwood, which includes novellas from returning Carina Press authors Diana Copland and Libby Drew. As three foster brothers renovate a stately mansion to reopen it as a home for troubled gay youth, their love lives are complicated by the whimsical ghost of their foster mother in One Door Closes; The Growing Season; and The Lost Year.
Rounding out our male/male selections for the month is returning author L.B. Gregg with her popular Men of Smithfield series. In Men of Smithfield: Sam and Aaron, Sam’s in a rut and looking to break out of it, so he’s thrilled when a newcomer to town introduces more than an edge of naughty nights and risky days into his life.
There are so many more incredible books coming in June, it’s hard to know which world to lead you to next. How about some angels and demons in The Fire Within by Dana Marie Bell? Or why not take a trip on the high seas on a pirate ship—only this one captained by a woman in Mutiny of the Heart by Jennifer Bray-Weber. Danube Adele isn’t shy about taking new adult to a whole new level in her paranormal romance Dark Summer Dreams, in which Shandria is forced to rescue a sworn enemy of her people, only to find herself kidnapped by that same rugged warrior who promises retribution of his own. And who wouldn’t want to spend time with an outlaw witch, a society ice queen, and illicit magic that light up the night in the tense futuristic world of the Magic Born in Sonya Clark’s Witchlight.
In another twist on the new adult genre, Anne Tibbets joins Carina Press and introduces The Line Book One: Carrier and her dystopian world. In a futuristic society, sex slave Naya is released and given a choice—find someone willing to take her place, or fight against the ruling corporation to save her unborn children.
Amylynn Bright also joins Carina Press, bringing contemporary romance Cooking Up Love to our virtual shelves. When anonymous food critic and lousy chef Holly signed up for cooking classes, she didn’t realize that she and her yummy instructor would be whipping up more than dinner in the kitchen—or that he’d blame her bad review for closing his restaurant and killing his career.
We have two additional debut authors to introduce this month, both writing contemporary new adult romance, but in two freshly original and very different stories. In Hate to Love You by Elise Alden, hatred and guilt battle love and desire as Paisley and James confront the past, each other, and the unwanted attraction that sparked between them the night she ruined his wedding. This is one book that will have people firmly on either side of a line: hate Paisley,or love her?
And we welcome Sybil Bartel and her new adult romance, No Apologies. No heart, questionable morals, one hundred percent attitude, Graham Allen is the perfect rocker; nothing can break him—except her.
Last, this month we introduce a new trilogy, Shore Secrets, from Carina Press author Christi Barth. A hard-nosed businessman with contempt for small-town America is forever changed by the love of a sexy hotel owner and a quirky but tight-knit community famous for its anonymous journal by the lakeshore. Don’t miss Up to Me, the first of this trilogy featuring three strong heroes, fighting for the love and trust of three even stronger heroines on the shores of Seneca Lake.
I hope your month of June is as wonderful as ours, spending it among our reader friends at different conventions and getting to gab about the books we love. Maybe we’ll see you at one of them! And if you do, we hope you’ll stop us and tell us your favorite Carina Press book. There just might be some Carina swag in it for you if we have any on us!
Coming in July: Falling for Max by Shannon Stacey; a debut author, Caroline Kimberly, brings us a historical romance pitched as “Regency Romancing the Stone”; and Jeffe Kennedy offers up a hot new BDSM novel.
Here’s wishing you a wonderful month of books you love, remember and recommend.
Happy reading!
~Angela James
Editorial Director, Carina Press
Dedication
For my darling husband, who discovered the beauty of the Finger Lakes with me on yet another in a series of ultra-romantic, memorable getaways. Time with him anywhere is a gift.
Acknowledgments
Thanks to Mollie VanBusKirk for letting me pick her brain about being a masseuse at the wonderful Belhurst Castle (and for the fantastic massage she gave me!). Hugs to the MRW Scribblers, as always, for their invaluable help. Thanks to them, there’s no serial killer in this book—and trust me, it’s better this way.
Thanks to Nephele Tempest for her belief in me. Gratitude to my beta reader Lea Nolan for pointing out the sucky spots. There simply aren’t enough words to thank the Fearsome Foursome for their daily support, knowledge, laughs and love. And thanks to my wonderful editor Angela James. She pushed me to dig in and wallow at all the emotional spots. Anytime she pushes me, good things happen!
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
About the Author
Copyright
Chapter One
Tan legs, muscled arms and rippling abs added up to the sexiest half-naked man Ella Mayhew had ever seen. Well, technically not ever. As a massage therapist, she’d seen more than her fair share of half-naked men. Ella liked to think of it as a job perk. People in other careers got to rack up frequent flyer miles, or go to fancy parties and nibble on gourmet delicacies while working. She got eye candy galore. Or at least the possibility of it. And although her demeanor always remained professional, occasionally it was impossible not to notice a stand-out physique from the steady stream of weekend golfers and middle-aged wine enthusiasts who mostly lay on her table.
Like the time a cyclist in training for the Tour de France had spent a week here at Mayhew Manor. Every morning he’d done sprints all around Seneca Lake. Then in the afternoon he’d come into the spa and demand deep tissue massage. His muscles had been so rock hard, Ella needed a massage after she wore herself out working on him. Now that was a body she’d never forget.
She pressed her forehead against the window for a better look. Then cupped her hands around her eyes to block out the light of the spa. So maybe this man jogging by wasn’t the absolute hottest in the universe. But something about him glued her in place, unwilling to miss a moment of his legs and arms pistoning in tandem.
“Aren’t you the one who usually yells at me for gawking out the window?” Brooke DiMucci dug a sharp, acrylic-tipped nail into Ella’s ribs. “And isn’t it you who claims it isn’t appealing to our clients and—holy guacamole, look at that hottie.” Brooke plastered her hands on the next pane over. “Good spotting.”
Ella didn’t bother to deny any of it. She was convinced it freaked out arriving guests to see faces looking at them like zoo animals. And she was equally convinced of the off-the-charts hotness of the man in the loose black shorts headed up the drive. “I saw him jog by about an hour ago. Just from the back. His lats were a thing of beauty. I watched him go the whole length of the parking lot until he turned onto the road.”
“No wonder you volunteered to cover the front desk while I tore my hair out balancing the end-of-month P&L reports. I’d call that pretty devious of you.”
Yeah, they’d been friends too many years for her to be able to sneak anything past Brooke. Didn’t mean she couldn’t try to spin it, though. Ella tightened the bow on the pink paisley scarf around her ponytail. “It benefitted both of us. I call it a good allocation of assets.”
“I call him a good allocation of assets.” Brooke giggled. Then gasped. “Ella, he’s looking right at us.”
Ella did the only logical thing. She dropped to a crouch below the windowsill. Tugged Brooke down to join her on the floor. Upon landing, her legs splayed out, narrowly missing a shelving unit full of Mayhew Manor’s signature grapeseed oil soaps and lotions.
“Hey, these are new capri pants,” complained Brooke. “I don’t want dust all over my ass.”
Ella took another look. White, and sprinkled with tiny blue anchors, they were pretty cute. Especially paired with the boatneck navy top. Only the third of May, barely sixty degrees, and yet already people were embracing all things sailing related. That summed up life on the shores of the largest of New York’s Finger Lakes. But the seasonally adorable pants were not at risk.
“This is a health spa. Sanitation is as key to the client experience as relaxation and harp music laced with bird song.” Ella ran a finger along the spotless baseboards and waved it in front of Brooke. “Which is why the maintenance staff mops twice a day. If there’s any dust on the floor for your ass to pick up, we’ve got bigger problems.”
Brooke looked mollified. For about a second. Then her wide forehead creased into a horizontal question. “Why are we hiding?”
Good question. Ella didn’t know what had caused her to abandon all professionalism and stare at him either time he’d jogged by. And she certainly didn’t know why instinct had dropped her to the ground when their eyes connected. The only thing she did know was that looking at the gorgeous guy scrambled her brain cells worse than the Long Island Teas her friend Casey served by the ladleful every Halloween.
“I’m honestly not sure.”
Brooke hooked her thick, dark bob behind her ears, looped an arm around Ella’s shoulders, and sighed. “Look, Ella, I realize it’s been a while since any man lit your pilot light, so to speak. But dating is the same now as it was three years, three decades, and three centuries ago. When a hot guy looks at you, smile. Don’t duck and cover like you’re a bank robber on the lam.”
Damn it. She hated when her friends reminded her how long she’d gone without a date. They acted like it was a disturbing symptom of a bigger calamity, rather than a choice. Not that Ella actively thought about dating. She didn’t. At all. Not since Disaster Day. Which was probably the problem. But to her it was just another priority that got re-shuffled. To a category of disinterest somewhere below the need to watch the History Channel. Every New Year’s, she resolved to watch more educational television. To spend her evenings learning about the Borgia dynasty or the mysteries of the Mayans. That resolution usually lasted until the first commercial break of the first show. Then she switched over to the Food Network for the rest of the year.
“I’ll file that under valuable advice. Thanks.”
Brooke tapped the toes of her sneakers together. “Does that mean we can get up now?”
“Don’t get up on my account, ladies.” The mellow, baritone voice ended in a laugh.
Ella swiveled around so fast her spine twitched in protest. Oh. God. Sexy, half-naked guy was standing right next to the display of lavender (for the ladies) and eucalyptus (for the men) scented candles. Close enough she could see sweat beading around his belly button. Slowly dripping down the thin trail of dark hair into the waistband of his shorts. If she got on her knees, she’d be at just the right height to lick it off. Which is why she instantly jumped to her feet instead.
“Hello. Welcome to the Spa at Mayhew Manor.” There. Not awkward at all. Nothing more or less than the same greeting she gave every client who walked in the door. Except usually her palms weren’t clammy. And her heart didn’t usually speed up.
“I’m not familiar with New Age-y stuff. But I see you were on the floor. Did I interrupt yoga or meditation or something?” Amusement crinkled the corners of his blue eyes.
Just sexy gawking and drool time. So clearly telling him the truth wasn’t an option. Ella racked her brain for something to say. But it felt all fizzy with lust, like a bottle of soda that had been shaken for, oh, at least forty minutes.
“Nope. No interruption.” Brooke stood, wiped off her hands. “We were just checking out the baseboards. Making sure our maintenance staff is at the top of their game. Sanitation is as key to the client experience as relaxation and, um, harp music.” Then she favored him with a sanctimonious smile.
Ella couldn’t believe Brooke had quoted her to impress the half-naked hunk. Wait. Of course she could believe it. Brooke had a shotgun-pellet approach to dating. She fired a wide blast and hoped something hit. And after all, why wouldn’t Brooke make a move? Ella hadn’t shown any interest in the opposite sex in three years. Calling dibs probably seemed immaterial. Gratitude for proof that her hormones were coming out of their coma should be enough for Ella.
“I’
m Brooke DiMucci.” She thrust out her hand.
“Graydon Locke.” He wiped his hand on the side of his shorts before shaking. Then he offered it to Ella. With a smile that brought out the sparkle in his blue eyes as much as sunlight reflecting off Seneca Lake on a clear day. “And you are?”
“Ella.” His hand engulfed hers. Big. Hot. How could she get this excited about a simple handshake?
He didn’t let go. “Just Ella?” One of his dark brows lifted up in a question. Yet another attribute to put him in the super-duper sexy column.
“Just Ella,” she repeated. Revealing her last name always led to a laundry list of questions. Did she own the hotel? Did she grow up in the Manor? Why was she working as a massage therapist instead of running the place? Ella didn’t mind answering, in general. But she’d quickly discovered those conversations led to delayed appointment starts. It only took a week of running almost an hour behind before she decided to stick to her first name.
After a squeeze, he let go. “Well, then you can call me just Gray.”
Was he flirting or teasing? Or both? Ella was too rusty to be certain. But she looked down at her flared denim skirt and lightweight pink sweater, visible through her unfastened spa smock. Normal work clothes. Comfortable enough for spending all day on her feet next to a massage table. Whereas Brooke looked adorably sexy. Obviously he wasn’t flirting with Ella. It made far more sense that Gray simply had a natural, easygoing charm.
“What can we do for you today?” Brooke gestured for him to follow her to the reception desk. Ella trailed along like the tail of a comet, following Gray’s gravitational pull. “Are you a guest here at the hotel? Did you want to book something for later in your stay?”
“I’m almost a guest.” He looked at his watch, a big one with all sorts of gauges and gadgets that pegged him as a runner as much as his easy lope. “Got here a while ago, but it was too early to check in. Went for a run to kill time until I could register.”
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