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True love, like lightning, never strikes twice—or does it?
As a free-spirited young woman, Hope Elliot was desperate to escape her snobbish high society family. So she ran off to Paris, where she lived for twenty-five years. Now widowed, she’s come home to settle her family’s massive lakefront estate. But before she can put her mother’s house on the market, it needs a major renovation. Enter master electrician Mick McInnes, a traditional guy who’s about to turn her life upside down . . .
Aside from the fact that Mick is hopelessly attracted to his latest client, Hope represents everything he doesn’t want in a woman. She’s ridiculously rich and adventurous, yet she doesn’t seem to know much about the real world. Besides, his policy is to never get involved with clients. But he can’t seem to resist the Chicago heiress’s sizzling advances—and soon enough finds himself in her bed, feeling like a teenager once again. And like teenagers, the two of them will just have to convince their families that opposites can not only attract, but they can also make the perfect match . . .
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A Bolt From the Blue
A Worth the Wait romance
Maggie Wells
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First Electronic Edition: April 2017
eISBN-13: 978-1-5161-0252-5
eISBN-10: 1-5161-0252-5
First Print Edition: April 2017
ISBN-13: 978-1-5161-0253-2
ISBN-10: 1-5161-0253-3
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Dedication
To all those who doubt the existence of insta-love: I’d like to introduce you to my husband. It’s true. It happens. And when it does, it’s smokin’ hot!
Acknowledgments
Thank you Marci and Martin. Your continued faith in my work means the world to me. I have some mad love for Renee, Michelle, and the whole Kensington/Lyrical team. They are fantastic! Special thanks to my agent, Sara, for her unflagging enthusiasm and support. She truly is one of the most positive people I’ve ever met, and I am so lucky to have her on my side!
To my new friends in the Seasoned Romance group on Facebook: it’s so good to know we are not alone!
And, as always, I couldn’t do one bit of this crazy author thing without the backing of my Super Cool Party People – you are the super coolest women on the planet!
Chapter 1
Lightning streaked across the night sky. Even though she’d been expecting the crack of thunder, she jumped. Cradling her mug in both hands, Hope Elliot smiled and stepped closer to the paned patio doors, almost daring the elements to put on a show.
The tea was too hot to gulp, but she took a tiny sip anyway, impatient and needing the extra warmth. The tile floor was cool under bare feet, but the room was warm...ish. Warmer than the drafty old chateau in France. A wave of homesickness engulfed her. To distract herself, she pressed her fingertips to a pane of glass. The next bolt of lightning cut a jagged line from the heavens to the horizon. She traced the pattern on the inside of the rain-spattered glass and centered herself in the moment. After all, living in the moment was her thing.
She’d awakened ten minutes earlier, jolted from sleep by a house-shaking rumble. With only an hour or two of rest under her belt. Damn jet lag. She decided not to fight the insomnia. The shadows the tree limbs cast across her bed spooked her a bit. She had to blink several times before her mind engaged enough to send a cease and desist order to her hammering heart. But then another round of thunder rumbled through. Resigned, she gave in to its siren song and crawled out of bed.
Nothing blew as hard as a Midwestern thunderstorm. Hope knew she wouldn’t sleep a wink until the storm cruised through.
Bearings reestablished, she moved through her childhood home without turning on the lights. Moving silently down the wide upstairs hall took her back to her rebellious teenage years. Any attempts her parents made to thwart her late-night forays were futile. She’d reached expert-level escape
