Challenged By the Mountain Man (ROSEWOOD RIDGE RIDERS #2) by Lilah Hart EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Lilah Hart
- Language: English
- Genre: contemporary romance
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I lived for Saturday mornings. I’d show up at my bookstore at nine a.m.
and enjoy a solid hour of peace and quiet before the doors opened and
customers started arriving. I’d sip my coffee, restock shelves, and
sometimes steal a moment for reading if I had time left over.
Not this morning, though. This morning, my bookstore resembled an
audio hellscape, where any thought could be interrupted by the obnoxious
growl of an engine. Magnify that by at least five hundred times, and that
was Biker Blast weekend here in Rosewood Ridge.
Vroom.
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I dropped my almost-empty cup of coffee at that sound. A surprisingly
close sound. It was so loud, it wouldn’t surprise me if a bike came right
through my front window.
“Sheesh!” I called out, snatching up my coffee cup, which had lost its
lid in the fall.
Coffee now stained my area rug, which was covered in books and had
the words In a world of bookworms, be a book dragon printed on it. I stared
down at it, wondering if I’d ever get the dark brown blotch off the creamcolored material.
After throwing away the cup, I started toward the bathroom to grab a
roll of paper towels. But instead, my gaze was drawn toward the large
windows that lined the front of the shop.
My parking lot was suddenly covered in bikes. Not the entire parking
lot, just the area closest to the road where the sidewalks encouraged
pedestrians. Biker Blast had been covering more and more of the city, and
now they were taking over my parking lot.
Worse, one of the bikes was blocking the entrance. The only entrance to
my store.
“Oh hell, no.”
I tried not to cuss, mostly because customers didn’t like it, and almost
all my interactions were with customers. But some occasions called for a
good cuss word.
Spill forgotten, I spun on one heel and headed straight to the door,
tugging on the handle before remembering it was locked. Adrenaline fueled
my steps as I finally shoved the door open and walked straight for the
motorcycle that would keep paying customers away for the better part of
four hours.
“You can’t park there!” I yelled out halfway across the parking lot.
My focus had zeroed in on the buffed dude wearing a helmet. That
meant I’d shut out the dozen or so other bikers standing behind the row of
motorcycles that weren’t blocking the entrance. All those guys turned at
once and gawked at me like they’d never seen an angry woman in a
cardigan.
But I kept going, despite the fact that it was already almost unbearably
hot out here, and my cardigan was meant for the chilly temperature in the
bookstore. I couldn’t lose sight of my purpose.
Helmet and all, the guy turned to look at me, causing me to nearly trip
over my own feet. He wore sunglasses, and most of his head was covered,
but I could still see that strong jawline and those lips that seemed to be
perpetually holding back a smile. A smile that no doubt would melt any
other woman’s heart.
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