Color My World: Barefoot Bay, #3
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Missy Edmonds, Levi's festy housekeeper, from Shoulder to Lean On, is back and she's in the arms of Don Smith, artist and gallery owner...or is that really who he is? The holidays are approaching and these "friends with benefits" are starting to have feelings for each other. Is it the light of the Hanukkah candles or the temptation of stoelen kisses under the mistletoe that have them wanting more? This sexy silver fox and the lady he desires both have dark secrets to share before they can enjoy the gift of love.
Missy arrived in Dr. Levi Gould's orthopedic clinic over three years ago, looking for all the world like a batterd spouse or girlfriend on the run from an abusive relationship. Levi repaired her damaged shoulder and offered to let her stay in the caretaker's cottage on the estate he'd just bought north of Casa Blanca Resort and Spa in exchange for dog-sitting his chocolate Lab, Hersch, and overseeing the repairmen who were rebuilding his house. Missy's work ethic and orgainizational skills soon made her indispensible to Levi, and eventually, his new bride, Ella. It seemed there was nothing Missy could not conquer, even the quiet and very private artist, Don Stone.
He's known on Mimosa Key as a talented painter of seascapes, a quality framer, amd the creator of the whimsical mural of assorted vheicles in Dr. Levi Gould's surgical suite. But there are secrets that Don has not revealed to anyone on Mimosa Key, including his real name and tragic past. He's gotten close to Missy, physically oh-so-close, but never told her the reason he's living on a small Florida coastal island. Until now.
Here's a seasoned romance that combines the magic of Hanukkah and Christmas, with a sexy mature hero and a tough and talented heroine, a regal, disdainful cat and the beauty of a warm winter beach to serve up a sweet and sexy read that's just purrfect for the holidays.
This story is set in Roxanne St. Claire's Barefoot Bay Series; it is published with the permission of Roxanne St. Claire. Visit her website for links to her books and more information.
Morgan Malone
ABOUT THE AUTHOR Morgan Malone has been reading romance since the age of twelve when she snuck her mother’s copy of Gone With the Wind under the bed covers to read by flashlight. A published author at the age of eight, Morgan waited fifty years, including thirty as an administrative law judge and counsel, to write her next work of fiction. Retired from her legal career with a small NYS agency, Morgan lives near Saratoga Springs, NY, with her faithful Labrador retriever, Marley. When not writing “seasoned romance” about men and women over 35 who are finding love for the last, and maybe the first, time in their lives, Morgan is penning her memoirs, painting watercolors, or hanging out with her delightful grandson. Visit Morgan online: morganmaloneauthor.com www.facebook.com/MorganMaloneAuthor www.Twitter.com/MMaloneAuthor
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Color My World - Morgan Malone
Chapter One
It was an almost perfect start to the day. Gamboge, tangerine, and violet streaked across a cerulean sky, scents of salt and sea wafted on a gentle breeze, and in his hands, the welcoming weight of a stoneware mug filled to the brim with hot, dark coffee. And ten pounds of orange fur draped across his bare feet. Meowing plaintively. He was unmoved.
Don gazed down at the large marmalade cat. She stared right back at him, her imperious green eyes demanding action. He took a long sip of coffee.
The cat rose, turned away, and flicked her tail as she strolled across the cottage’s living room toward the bedroom. When she was only two steps to the bedroom door, Don moved quickly away from the front window, reaching the kitchen in only five steps. The cat paused. When she heard the refrigerator door open, she looked at the scowling man. Her eyes brightened and she pranced back to his side. When he bent to pour the remainder of the carton of cream into the bowl at his feet, she twined herself once around his ankles then settled to lapping it up.
Lady, you are such a conniving little bitch.
The cat looked up disdainfully, as if the epithet meant nothing to her, and returned to her breakfast.
But, you control us with a great deal of panache, I’ll give you that.
Don’s long, lean fingers tipped the mug slightly in the cat’s direction, as if offering a toast. Putting up with a persnickety cat was a small price to pay for the privilege of being Missy Edmond’s sometimes lover. Or, as she liked to say, in her husky, Lauren Bacall voice, friend with benefits
.
Glancing down the hall to the bedroom door, Don considered delaying his departure for his studio. Not a good idea. Now that Missy did not have to be up at the crack of dawn to ensure that Dr. Levi Gould had his breakfast, briefcase, and details of the day, she had been loving sleeping in till eight in the morning. And it had been well after midnight when they had finally untangled themselves and curled up to sleep, with the requisite foot of space between them. Missy was no cuddler—and for that, Don was grateful.
He finished his coffee in three quick gulps, washed his mug and left it on the drain board. Tossing the empty cream container into the trash, he looked around to see if Missy’s demanding feline, aptly named Lady Marmalade—both for the color of her fur and her regal attitude—was lurking about. He spied her on the fluffy indigo cushion of the white wicker rocker placed at just the right angle to catch the first rays of morning sun through the room’s large east-facing window, lazily licking at her orange and white paws. Satisfied that that both the females in the cottage would be settled for at least another hour, Don eased his feet into his scuffed deck shoes and slipped out the front door.
He loved the early mornings on Mimosa Key, especially here, at Levi’s spreading acreage on the northern coast of the island. The light was so clear, the colors so intense—gazing toward the beach through the foliage that surrounded the yard was like taking inventory of his artist’s palette. He imagined a large landscape, in oils, that might capture the play of the sunlight on the gently lapping waves, like diamonds strewn across a swath of turquoise silk. The slamming of a door roused him from his reverie. Levi strode over the broad front porch of his house, just across the wide circular drive from Missy’s cottage, briefcase in one hand and travel mug in the other. The surgeon was nattily dressed as always, from crisply knotted silk tie to perfectly polished black loafers, his salt and pepper hair—neatly combed—still damp from the shower.
Ruefully glancing down at his faded grey sweatshirt—torn cuff shoved up his right arm—and his ancient khakis with a splotch of blue paint near his left knee, Don moved silently over to his dusty black Jeep and slid behind the wheel. He loved the Doc, like a brother, but he was damned if he could put up with his annoying cheeriness at five after seven in the morning. Especially today. Better to just sit quietly in the Jeep until Levi rounded the corner of his house to the car port where Don knew he’d left his Mercedes parked the night before. Levi would never notice him.
He needn’t have worried. The Doc’s bride of four months was jogging down the drive to the house, her bright pink running gear like a flash of flamingo in the sunlight. Spying her husband, Ella broke into a dash, reaching Levi in seconds. Throwing herself into his arms, heedless of briefcase and travel mug, she planted a kiss on him that was so loud Don could hear it twenty feet away. And he felt a little piece of his heart break. Again.
Oblivious to him, and to their chocolate Lab, Hersch, who was dancing around them, the couple remained locked in a tight embrace. Don started up the Jeep and pulled away from Missy’s cottage, heading down the driveway and out to the beach road.
The cool morning breeze should have cleared his mind but memories from his troubled past crowded in. December 1, 2005. Thirteen years’ worth of pain and sorrow had been brought front and center by the sight of Ella and Levi wrapped in each other’s arms. He did not begrudge his friend his late-in-life happiness. Don was grateful he had Missy—a warm and willing woman with whom he passed many evenings and some mornings laughing and loving. But some days, and many nights, he cursed God, the Fates, the universe, and the twisty, turning mountainous roads that had destroyed his own bliss.
As he pulled up to the light at the Four Way, Don realized he was muttering in Italian. Dannazione. It was not often he slipped into his native language, but, if there was any day of the year that would pull him back into his past, it was the first day of December. He decided to forego a second cup of coffee, if you could call it that, from the Super Min and made a right at the light. Within minutes, he was pulling up to the rear of his business. It had become his home, this awkward white building with faded blue trim and a crushed seashell parking lot in the back. He strode purposefully up the short flight of stairs to the blue door and punched in his security code. The interior was cool as he entered the storage area that took up the space in the back. Passing down a short hallway to the front of his store, he did not flip on any lights. It was too early to open the gallery and framing shop that occupied most of the main floor. Instead, he took the steps of the ancient wooden stairway two at a time to the upper level. This, truly, was his home.
The second floor was what had become popularly known as open-concept. Don snorted at the notion that one huge room could now be the most-sought after design feature on all the HGTV shows Missy watched constantly. He had always preferred defined spaces, but he had neither the time nor the inclination to divide up his living space. There was no way he was going