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The Only One For Me
Bridget Anderson
There’s no mistaking the real thingEverything in Corra Coleman’s world is looking up since she agreed to run the gift shop at her family’s antebellum B&B. The job offers a fresh start after her unhappy marriage—and a tantalizing temptation in the form of tech millionaire Christopher Williams. Her brother’s high-school buddy has come home to their small Kentucky town and is now pursuing her with a passion she’s never known, but definitely reciprocates.Though he grew up poor, Chris has realized his childhood ambition of becoming one of Danville’s wealthiest sons. As he restores the town’s oldest mansion, he already knows who he wants to share it with. Corra is all grown up—gorgeous, warm-hearted, and no longer off-limits. But with her newly returned ex trying to win her back, can Chris show her the way love’s truly supposed to be?
There’s no mistaking the real thing
Everything in Corra Coleman’s world is looking up since she agreed to run the gift shop at her family’s antebellum B and B. The job offers a fresh start after her unhappy marriage—and a tantalizing temptation in the form of tech millionaire Christopher Williams. Her brother’s high-school buddy has come home to their small Kentucky town and is now pursuing her with a passion she’s never known, but definitely reciprocates.
Though he grew up poor, Chris has realized his childhood ambition of becoming one of Danville’s wealthiest sons. As he restores the town’s oldest mansion, he already knows who he wants to share it with. Corra is all grown up—gorgeous, warmhearted and no longer off-limits. But with her newly returned ex trying to win her back, can Chris show her the way love’s truly supposed to be?
Corra took a bite of the cake and closed her eyes. When she licked the remaining icing from her lips, he wanted to reach over and help her out.
“Mmm, this is so good, and moist.” Then she took a sip of wine.
Chris did the same.
After a few minutes of talking and eating, he noticed chocolate on Corra’s lip.
He leaned closer to her. “You’ve got something right there,” he said, before licking the speck of chocolate from her bottom lip.
Corra smiled. “Did you really just do that? That was a movie move if I’ve ever seen one.”
“Not original enough for you, huh?”
She laughed. “Not quite. Why don’t you try something like this?” Corra leaned over and grabbed him by the collar. “Let’s see what your cake tastes like.”
The moment her mouth met his, warmth flooded his body and the desire to take her became an overpowering need. He wanted her closer.
Dear Reader (#u3295ed9f-f471-5a93-9fcd-7d158345ce4a),
Thank you so much for purchasing The Only One for Me, the second book in the Coleman House series. I hope you’ll enjoy reading Corra and Christopher’s story. Coleman House is a series near and dear to my heart. While riding through the countryside in Kentucky I saw this massive house that reminded me of Tara from Gone with the Wind. My curiosity about who lived there took over, and my own experience at a B and B fueled the rest. Running both an organic farm and a B and B is hard work. Nobody knows that better than the Colemans.
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Bridget Anderson
The Only One for Me
Bridget Anderson
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
BRIDGET ANDERSON writes provocative stories about smart women and the men they love. She has over nine published novels and two novellas to date. Her romance suspense novel Rendezvous was adapted into a made-for-television movie.
When Bridget’s not writing, she loves to travel. She’s fallen in love with Paris, France, and can’t wait to get back to Ghana, West Africa. She’s a native of Louisville, Kentucky, who currently resides north of metro Atlanta with her husband and a big dog that she swears is part human.
I’d like to dedicate this book to all the hardworking bed-and-breakfast innkeepers out there.
Running a bed-and-breakfast is truly a labor of love.
Contents
Cover (#u9bb2088e-be42-5d32-b2dc-d33266d3ef29)
Back Cover Text (#u2ebff5d4-d926-5a31-b7af-5087332b32d4)
Introduction (#u71c9a0f5-e469-5548-b7b3-7528da335fa1)
Dear Reader (#u9edd6928-aa72-5d01-a86e-7fa610b58b6d)
Title Page (#ub60321b7-b27c-5021-988b-844e367a1050)
About the Author (#u0f0accf0-6efe-5c61-95b1-171f8c101f6b)
Dedication (#u0bc68bef-32f0-570e-a7d3-08e15582a4fe)
Chapter 1 (#u2a2bb9be-20e9-5500-8042-60cfc1e24a94)
Chapter 2 (#u05292f03-8b0f-5928-b909-fe0504f42ed6)
Chapter 3 (#u8a664434-bea4-5282-ac5e-e914563b7555)
Chapter 4 (#uc09a2718-f58a-5fcc-a060-bee104b5e9d4)
Chapter 5 (#u545b44cc-db33-5854-ac16-600edd741036)
Chapter 6 (#uff812a8e-8b7a-5071-a3cf-a785877856b3)
Chapter 7 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 8 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 9 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 10 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 11 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 12 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 13 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 14 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 15 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 16 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 17 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 18 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 19 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 20 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 21 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 22 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 23 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 24 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 25 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 26 (#litres_trial_promo)
Extract (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter 1 (#u3295ed9f-f471-5a93-9fcd-7d158345ce4a)
Corra Coleman danced around her cozy kitchen preparing breakfast and lunch for her children, Jamie and Katie, while she kept a keen eye on the clock. A typical Wednesday morning at the Coleman household.
“Mom, I can’t find my charm bracelet,” Katie whined.
Corra finished stuffing their lunch boxes, and then pushed them to the end of the counter. “Honey, it’s not in your backpack?”
“No, that’s where I’m looking.” Katie stood up and turned her backpack upside down, spilling the contents onto the middle of the kitchen floor.
“Katie!” Corra barked.
“Mom, can I go back upstairs and get my baseball glove?” Jamie asked from his seat at the kitchen table.
“Have you finished your cereal?” Corra asked, as she hurried over to help Katie sort through her belongings on the floor.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Okay, but hurry. The school bus will be outside any minute now, and we’re already in trouble for holding up the bus.”
Jamie pushed his chair back and ran for the stairs.
“It’s not here.” Katie started to cry.
“Well, honey, maybe it’s in your room. Go on up and look for it real quick.” The bracelet was a birthday present from her uncle Rollin last year. The first day she wore it to school she aced her exam and was selected as the lead in her school play. Since then, she wore her lucky charm to school every day.
Katie took off running while Corra buckled her backpack. The way she calculated it she had about twenty seconds to sip some coffee before they came stampeding back down the stairs. She never had time to eat breakfast at home. She walked over to the back door and looked out. Between the houses in back of her she could see the school bus on the next block.
She grabbed the lunch boxes and Katie’s backpack and hurried to the front door. She glanced up the stairs on her way. “What are you two doing up there, the school bus is on the way.”
Ten-year-old Jamie took the stairs two at a time and practically crashed into Corra on his way out.
She hollered out the door. “If you don’t come home with that glove don’t come at all. I’m not buying another one.”
With his backpack on one shoulder, and his glove on one hand, Jamie threw up the other hand signifying he’d heard her.
The bus pulled to a screeching halt a few houses down. Corra turned around looking for Katie. “Katie, come on, the bus is here.”
“But Mom, I still can’t find my bracelet.”
From the bottom of the stairs Corra looked up at her baby who looked like someone had broken her heart. Oh man, he’s going to honk his horn, I know he is. Although her leg was nearly healed after being broken in an accident seven months ago, Corra still wasn’t up to jogging up the stairs. She’d just have to deal with the bus driver because she had to help her baby.
Once upstairs in Katie’s room, she started tossing clothes and covers around. “Where did you last see it?” she asked.
“It was on the dresser when I went to bed last night.”
Corra walked over and peered behind the dresser, and there lay Katie’s bracelet, and a few other items. Corra pulled the dresser out a little. “Bingo.” She retrieved everything, and handed Katie the bracelet. Alongside of the bracelet was a small baby picture of Katie and her father, Eric Hayden, during happier times. Corra hadn’t seen this picture in a long time, or her ex in over two years.
The school bus horn sounded and Corra slapped the picture facedown on the dresser. If she didn’t see that again it would be too soon.
“Come on, young lady.” She grabbed Katie’s hand and hurried out of the room. Katie trotted down the stairs ahead of her.
Katie pulled on her jacket and her backpack, and then gave Corra a hug and a kiss before she ran out the door. Corra stood on the porch and waved as the bus passed. There went the two most important people in her life.
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Thirty minutes later, Corra was in her car listening to the radio as she hurried down the quiet picturesque two-lane road that led to her family’s business. The Coleman House bed-and-breakfast was not only her parents’ legacy to her and her brother Rollin, it was also now her place of employment. She pulled her car around the back of the new gift shop into her reserved spot and climbed out.
She walked across the driveway to the back of the house. From outside she could smell the coffee, and breakfast that Rita prepared for the guests that morning. She knocked before opening the back door, then walked in.
“Morning, Corra, grab yourself a plate before I put everything away.” Rita Coleman, Corra’s aunt by marriage and the bed-and-breakfast’s head cook, housekeeper and master gardener came over and planted her usual kiss on Corra’s cheek.
“Morning, Rita.” Corra put her purse in the back hall closet and returned to grab herself a plate.
“Everybody’s out this morning doing one thing or another, but the truck will be back soon and I want to get the kitchen cleaned up.”
Corra looked up at the clock on the kitchen wall. It was almost nine o’clock, which meant she had thirty minutes to eat before she prepared to open the gift shop. “I’m pressed for time this morning too.” Corra sat at the small kitchen table. “I’ve got a local artist bringing some things for consignment.”
“I didn’t know you did consignments?” Rita said, as she poured Corra a cup of coffee.
“We just started. One of Tayler’s ideas.” Her soon-to-be sister-in-law, Tayler Carter, left her job in Chicago to be with Rollin, and brought a wealth of business-building ideas with her.
After Corra finished her breakfast the back door swung open and her older brother, Rollin, walked in. She hadn’t expected to see him since most of his mornings were spent out on the farm.
Dressed in his usual jeans, cotton T-shirt and boots, he walked in wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. “Morning Rollin, I thought you were already out checking the crops by now,” Corra said.
