A Tad Too Much: a small-town opposites attract romance
A Tad Too Much: a small-town opposites attract romance
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Synopsis
Synopsis
When tough is not enough…
When Shay MacLaughlin inherits her father’s ramshackle apartment buildings in California, she’s forced to return to her small home town. The plan is to get in, sell the buildings, and get out. But the potential financial ruin is worse than she imagined. Just being headstrong isn’t going to be enough to fix this mess. Then her brother’s friend steps in to help. Growing up, a rich kid like him never paid attention to a poor kid like her, but now their meeting sparks a new flame.
When perfection is not enough….
From the outside looking in, self-professed control freak and real estate lawyer Thaddeus “Tad” Haugen has it all, including a wealthy family and high-society women drooling over him. But something’s missing. He thought maybe God was the answer, but it’s still hard to believe he doesn’t have to be perfect to be loved. Could the feisty redhead he’s agreed to help show him what true love and emotional intimacy really means?
Let go and let God…
As the new friends Shay makes at the Iron Zebra Bar & Grill start to become the found family she didn’t know she was missing, she’s second guessing her impulse to cut and run. And then there’s Tad. He tugs at her heart, but they come from different worlds. When Shay’s life is threatened, Tad will be forced to confront the ultimate exercise in letting go of control. Will they have the courage to give it to God and find the true meaning of unconditional love?
A TAD TOO MUCH is the first in the new Legacy Falls series. Temptation, faith, and romance come together in this Realistic Christian Romance series that tells stories of love, faith, and God, but don’t shy away from tough subjects or physical attraction. Begin your journey with this new series now!
💙 Sample Chapter
💙 Sample Chapter
Thaddeus ‘Tad’ Haugen shifted his BMW M4 convertible into third gear and pressed the accelerator. His father distained tardiness in anyone (including his son), and Tad wasn’t in the mood for a lecture on being late for their weekly tennis match.
The car in front of him slowed, and Tad changed lanes.
HONK!
The angry sound came from behind him, and he glanced in his rearview mirror. Crap! He hadn’t even seen the motorcycle he’d just cut off.
He passed the slower vehicle and pulled back into the right lane. The motorcycle roared past him, the rider giving him what he imagined was a dirty look, though he could see no features through the gray-tinted face shield.
As the motorcycle pulled in front of his BMW, Tad’s gaze was drawn to the auburn tresses flowing from beneath the helmet. The rider’s back was slim and tapered to hips that were decidedly feminine.
A pickup truck travelling the other direction lurched into the center turn lane to make a left. Man, he hoped that guy had better vision than he did.
Apparently not, because the driver started to make his turn—directly in front of the motorcycle.
Tad hit his brakes the same moment the biker chick did. The motorcycle’s back tire fishtailed one direction, then the other as its rider fought for control—and then machine and woman toppled in slow motion.
Tad punched the button that activated his hazard lights as he stopped behind the rider. He jumped from his car and jogged to the motorcycle. “Are you all right?”
The biker untangled long legs from under the machine as he extended his hand. She ignored it and picked herself up. So, probably not injured. Still, he had to be sure. He touched her shoulder. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
She flipped her visor up, and startling green eyes went wide. What facial skin he could see turned raspberry-pink. “I’m, ah…” She looked down as if studying her legs, then brushed a hand over her leather chaps. “I appear to be in one piece.”
She knelt next to the motorcycle, staring intently at the chrome bars attached to the front lower portion of the machine, muttering something that sounded like ‘freaking cage drivers.’
He glanced at the traffic flowing around them. “Did you say cage drivers?”
“Uh, yeah… it’s what bikers call car drivers.” She glanced at him, looked away again. “You know—stuck in a cage?”
“Clever,” he said.
She turned her back to the motorcycle and placed her hands under the frame.
Was she going to try to set the machine to rights on her own? He wasn’t chauvinist or anything but… that wasn’t going to happen.
“Let me help,” he said.
She braced her feet in front of her. “I got it.”
He resisted the urge to comment. Instead, he removed his suit jacket and laid it on the hood of his car, the tennis game and his dad entirely forgotten.
“Really, I got this.” She sounded irritated.
When he turned back to her, she did indeed have the motorcycle off the ground, but she was clearly struggling.
“I can see that.” He aligned himself next to her. Thankfully, she didn’t argue any further, and they righted the machine together.
She blew out a breath. “Thanks,” she said.
“Maybe we should pull off to the side of the road for a bit,” he said.
“I’m fine.” She straddled the motorcycle and checked the gears and controls. She hit the starter button and the bike roared to life.
Seriously? She was just going to ride away?
“You sure?” he said.
Her head jerked toward him as if she’d forgotten he was there. “Um… thanks… again.” Then she twisted the throttle and left him standing there.