Seducing Anjali: Summer Haven, #1

By Diana Persaud

He’s never met a woman who could resist his charms…

Tom has an ambitious goal-to buy an auto body shop and become his own boss. Out to prove himself, Tom is committed to becoming a successful business owner. He has no interest in love, marriage, and least of all, babies.

…until now.

Anjali Singh wants it all. White picket fence. Two point five children. Even a dog. Unfortunately, it seems that every man she meets is afraid of commitment. Tired of waiting for ‘Mr. Right’, she decides to have a baby on her own. When she moves into her new home, she discovers her sexy new neighbor is definitely interested in ‘playing house’.

When he learns that Anjali has plans to start a family that doesn’t include him, Tom decides to show her exactly what she’s giving up. But when one disaster after another plagues his business, will he still be able to convince her he’s worth the wait?

Previously published as Wait for Me

This is a standalone Contemporary Romance intended for readers 18+.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Diana Persaud
• Release date: Jan 5, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386264453

Diana Persaud

Diana writes Paranormal, Contemporary and Western Romances. She loves writing about wild men and the women who tame them. Join her mailing list to get free stories, advanced notice of sales and new releases. www.DianaPersaud.com/newsletter

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Seducing Anjali

Published by Diana Persaud

Copyright 2015 Diana Persaud

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First Edition November 2015

Previously published as Wait for Me

~ Seducing Anjali ~

Tick. Tock. The clock is ticking.

Successful author Anjali Singh wants to live the American Dream, to own a house, get married and have children but the men in her life are too career focused to settle down. Tired of waiting for Mr. Right, she takes charge of her own destiny and decides have a baby on her own. So when Anjali's charming new neighbor, Tom, seems determined to play house, she's tempted to put her plans on hold.

Easy going high school dropout Tom Keller has an ambitious goal, to become a successful business owner. Out to prove himself, he buys an auto body shop. When an exotic Indian woman moves in next door, seemingly immune to his charm, Tom decides he's ready for both challenges. But when Tom’s business is plagued with one problem after another, he sinks his time, energy and money into saving his business. Time is running out for Tom to convince Anjali to have a baby the old fashioned way.

With him.

This is a standalone Contemporary Romance intended for readers 18+.

Previously published as Wait for Me.

Chapter One

A thin plume of smoke danced away from the glowing end of a cigarette butt.

Tom Keller took a deep breath, squared his shoulders then marched up the walkway. Mr. Everett was sitting on his front porch swing puffing away.

I brought some lunch for you, Mr. Everett.

Mr. Everett brought the cigarette to his lips. Nostrils flaring, Tom snatched it out of Mr. Everett’s fingers.

You’re fired, snapped Mr. Everett.

Tom threw the cigarette on the ground, grinding out the butt with his heel.

Seriously? You haven’t quit yet?

Mr. Everett picked up the pack and tapped it gently. A fresh cigarette slid out. He set it between his lips and reached for his lighter.

You’re still fired, Mr. Everett grumbled.

Tom reached for the cigarette.

Mr. Everett swatted his hand away.

Stopping now ain’t gonna save my lungs, Son.

Seized by a coughing fit, Mr. Everett bent over, gasping for air. Tom pat his back and Mr. Everett waved him away.

I’m fine now. Nothing a smoke won’t fix, said Mr. Everett, reaching for his pack of cigarettes.

You should eat before this gets cold.

Tom held up the bag. ‘Bon’, in large black letters, dominated the pristine white paper bag.

Mikey made it himself, he said, placing the bag next to Mr. Everett.

I’m shutting down the shop, announced Mr. Everett as he placed the cigarette between thin lips.

I can run it for you, he offered.

Mr. Everett lit his cigarette.

I got six months. Maybe less.

Tom rubbed the back of his neck. Any platitude he came up with would be met with a ‘take that and shove it up your—’

Damn shame I never had any kids. At least that I know of.

Mr. Everett took a deep pull, savoring his guilty pleasure. Then his shoulders slumped.

The shop will gather dust and fade away. Before long, people will forget it was ever there.

Tom shoved his hands into his pockets.

You could sell—

Mr. Everett’s sharp bark of laughter interrupted him.

No one will buy old equipment.

Mr. Everett’s dull eyes shone briefly.

Bet that land is worth something. Prime real estate.

Slumping against the bench, Mr. Everett said, Be dead before the sale goes through.

Sir—

His throat closed up, rendering him speechless.

Mr. Everett was dying. Dying. The man he considered his father would be gone. So would his job. He’d be left with nothing.

I’ll buy your shop, he declared.

Tommy?

I’ll keep your legacy alive, Sir, he vowed.

Mr. Everett rubbed his brow.

I don’t know, Tommy. You’re a good mechanic but—

His stomach clenched. He stared at his sneakers.

Mr. Everett shook his head.

—running a business is a serious commitment.

He set his jaw and straightened to his full height.

I can do this, Sir.

Mr. Everett tipped his head to the side, studying him.

If you can come up with a hundred grand by the end of next week, the shop is all yours, Mr. Everett said.

After leaving Mr. Everett, Tom drove to his bank to pick up some loan papers. He spent all night filling out tedious paperwork. The next day he returned to the bank. Once he secured his small business loan, he would be the new owner of Everett’s Auto Body Shop.

Tom took off his sunglasses and set them casually on top of his head. He blinked rapidly as his eyes adjusted to the fluorescent light. Tellers were busy helping customers and there was a long line by the counter. Every seat in the waiting area was full.

He glanced at the clock hanging above the row of tellers.

11:20.

If I go to lunch now, I’ll get stuck in yet another line. Better stay put and get this over with.

He leaned against the wall, holding a thin folder against his hip. A pretty woman in a blue business suit walked over to him.

Mr. Keller?

He straightened and nodded, gracing her with a sexy grin.

I’m Nancy, the Loan Officer.

She extended her hand to shake his.

I’ll be helping you today.

Flushing at the breathlessness in her voice, she turned and waved her hand.

I can help you over here.

He followed her to the cubicle and sat across from her.

She cleared her throat then asked, How may I help you today?

I need a small business loan.

He handed her the folder.

Here’s the paperwork.

He leaned back in his chair, studying her as she flipped through the papers.

No ring. No family photographs.

He rubbed his chin. Rough stubble grazed his fingertips.

Forgot to shave. Is she a natural bl—

As if reading his thoughts, she looked up and shifted in her seat.

You’re a mechanic?

Yes, Ma’am.

She blushed and shifted again.

Nancy. Just Nancy is fine.

Her eyes darted to the paper.

You are buying an auto repair shop?

His voice dropped an octave and he leaned in.

Yes, Nancy.

She swallowed.

What kind of experience do you have, Mr. Keller?

I’ve been a mechanic for eleven years, Nancy.

I-I meant business experience.

I’ve helped Mr. Everett when he needed it.

Any degrees or certifications that make you qualified for running a business?

Her eyes sought particular lines on the form.

Lines he left blank.

You forgot to fill in your education background. What High School did you graduate from?

When he didn’t answer, she glanced up at him expectantly.

I dropped out, he admitted.

Oh. What about a GED?

Is it necessary for a loan?

Well, not exactly, but the bank needs to feel confident that you can repay—

—My house will be used as collateral.

I’m afraid your house can’t be used as collateral for a small business loan.

Her fingers flew over the keyboard. She clicked on several items then shook her head slowly.

I’m very sorry, Mr. Keller. Your credit score is— Her ears turned red. —uh…lower than our requirement.

There must be some way for a guy like me to get a loan.

His innocent baby blues pleaded on his behalf.

She fanned herself with his loan application.

Do you own your home, Mr. Keller?

Yes, Nancy, he replied in a smoky bedroom voice.

She stared at her computer for an eternity then punched in some numbers on her calculator.

I could do a home equity line of credit, using your home as collateral.

He grinned.

Keller, you still got it.

How much? he asked.

Based on the county assessment, fifty grand.

You can take my ‘67 Chevy too. It’s a classic.

That won’t be necessary, Nancy replied.

Fifty grand short. I might have to sell my baby after all.

Have you taken any of the Small Business Education classes offered by the IRS?

No, but I will definitely look into it.

I still have to submit this to my supervisor, but I think she’ll approve of it. You should know by next week.

She scribbled something on the back of her business card and offered it to him.

My cell number. Call me if you have any questions. Any time.

The offer in her eyes was unmistakable. He gave her a promising smile as he took her card and slipped it into his back pocket.

***

Bleach. So sterile.

Anjali rubbed her arms as she walked down the corridor.

Why do they keep it so cold in here? The poor babies are going to freeze.

She stopped at the desk.

I’m here to see my sister. Singh.

ID please, the nurse said. We have to be extra careful on the Maternity Ward.

The nurse jotted down her driver’s license number then returned it to her. She pressed a button and the large doors swung open.

Room three eleven.

As she neared room three eleven, the faint scent of curry wafted toward her. Bangles jingled. Her shoulders sank. In a moment of weakness, she considered turning around and walking away.

Coward.

Taking a deep breath, she squared her shoulders and plastered a smile on her face. She stuck her head in the doorway.

Her mother sat in a chair, holding a small bundle. She cooed and sang softly in Hindi.

Anjali, Nandini called weakly.

Jiji, you look great.

She leaned down and kissed her cheek.

Can I get you anything?

Some water, Jiji croaked.

She held the cup so Jiji could sip some water. She set down the cup and walked around the