Risky Proposal

By Marie Tuhart

IT specialist Claire Holmes begins her stay at Deerbourne Inn to rejuvenate after her sister's tragic death. In a week, she'll start her dream job and embark on a whole new journey. But a leaky pipe leads to an unexpected reunion with the sexy plumber she had a blind date with a year ago. His dominant air calls to her slumbering submissive side. Vowing to be bold, she invites him to lunch...in hopes of maybe a little more.

Dominant Josh Hawkins has it all—a successful hardware store and the beginnings of a new BDSM club. He doesn't realize he's missing someone to share it with until Claire bursts into his world and shows him that her submissive tendencies are just what he needs in his life, even if for only a week. His risky proposal to explore the spark between them could ignite an inferno that neither can quench…

• Language: English
• Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
• Release date: Jun 22, 2020
• ISBN: 9781509232017

Marie Tuhart

Marie Tuhart can't remember a time when she didn't have a book in her hands. A voracious reader since childhood, she began writing at 19, and in 1994 decided to join RWA and get serious about publishing. When she isn't reading or writing, Marie loves to spend time in bookstores. A world traveler, she enjoys searching out corners of the globe she hasn't experienced yet. While still totally open to finding her own tall, dark and handsome, she is certainly enjoying the journey

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Risky Proposal

Deerbourne Inn

by

Marie Tuhart

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

Risky Proposal

COPYRIGHT © 2020 by Marie Tuhart

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press, Inc. except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

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Cover Art by Diana Carlile

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Publishing History

First Scarlet Rose Edition, 2020

Digital ISBN 978-1-5092-3201-7

Published in the United States of America

Dedication

Thank you to everyone at

The Wild Rose Press, Inc. for creating

a new series for all of us authors to play in.

To Laurie, you are the best

friend a writer can have.

To Nia and Isabel, thank you for

all the feedback on Risky Proposal.

To Trish, you are the best editor,

even if sometimes I argue with you.

Chapter One

Claire Holmes pulled her Jeep up to the Deerbourne Inn and turned off the engine. The two-story, Federal-style mansion with double shutters on the windows made her sigh with sadness. Her sister would have loved this.

Tears filled Claire’s eyes. Her sister, Peggy, had passed away three months ago. Claire hadn’t wanted to come on this vacation, but her sister had made her promise before she had passed. The reservation at the inn had taken her sister forever to get, and at least one of them was going to enjoy it.

In a way, Claire was glad she hadn’t cancelled. Her mother was constantly after her to quit her job and get married; it had only gotten worse after Peggy died. Having a good excuse for time away from her mom’s pressure was good. Claire loved her IT job, the benefits, and the perks. She was up for a promotion, which would have her traveling all over the country and abroad in a supervisory role. She’d always wanted to travel the world for her job, and now, this was her chance.

This vacation would get her out of her funk and doing as her sister had said: Don’t let life pass you by, do what you want. Enjoy yourself. Her sister’s words rang clear as bells in her head. She needed this vacation; she was going to enjoy this time off and leave her troubles behind. If only for a week.

Claire pushed open the driver’s door and stepped out. The crisp, spring air caressed her skin as she walked up the steps into the inn. The oak door opened easily, and the scent of roses greeted her.

Welcome to Deerbourne Inn. I’m Jared, how may I help you? a young man with neatly combed, brown hair asked from behind the registration desk.

Claire smiled. The young man had sparkling-blue eyes and put her instantly at ease. Hi, I’m Claire Holmes, and I have a reservation.

Yes, Ms. Holmes, you’re staying for a week, I see.

That is correct. She dug her license and credit card out of her purse. She didn’t know much about the inn or Willow Springs. Her sister was the one who had told her they had to go there and stay. Something about the inn being owned by a former, big, New York chef.

Will you need a dinner reservation at the Red Clover Café?

I really hadn’t thought about it. Maybe the chef was as popular as her sister had told her. Is there an opening?

The young man typed on the keyboard. Yes there is. That’s lucky. It’s usually booked. Someone must have cancelled. Let me put your name in right now. More typing. That’s done. Seven, Friday night. I noticed the room was pre-paid.

What? Claire blinked in surprise. Who paid for it?

The records show Peggy Holmes made the reservation and paid for it in full at that time. Will she be joining you?

Claire closed her eyes to stop the tears from spilling over. Peggy had never told her she’d paid for the stay. She blinked before looking up. I’m afraid not. My sister passed away. Her voice was rough from unshed tears.

I’m sorry for your loss and to hear that. He reached down, then held several tissues out to her.

She dabbed her eyes and smiled at the young man. He was being so kind to her. I’m okay now.

I’ll just need your driver’s license and credit card for incidentals.

She handed them over and waited while the registration was completed. There is parking to the side of the inn; your room is on the second floor. He put a brass key on the desk. This is your key.

She stared at it for a moment. An old-fashioned key. Intriguing. She might just need to read up on the inn. Thank you.

Also, the front door is locked at nine every night, so if you’re out late, just walk around to the back. There’s a lock box; just punch in the code, and it will allow you access to a key for the door. Please put it back in and lock the door once you’re inside. He handed her a piece of paper with four digits written on it. The stairs in the middle will take you up. Your room is on the right, number three. Do you need help with luggage?

No, thank you. Claire slipped the key and paper into the pocket of her jeans.

Breakfast is served from seven until nine for guests only. If you have any questions, let me know.

She nodded, turned, and went back out to her car. Ten minutes later, she was in her room. Unexpected was the only word she could think of. The room was decorated with antiques, the rose quilt covering queen-sized bed looked comfortable, and the private bath had an old-fashion claw tub and pedestal sink.

It all looked so cozy, and Claire let out a yawn as she unpacked. The drive from Boston hadn’t been overly long, just a little under four hours, but it was tiring. She walked into the bathroom and turned on the faucet.

Water started spurting everywhere. Claire let out a yelp and jumped back. She turned the knob, and nothing happened. Oh crap, she wasn’t even in her room an hour and something had gone wrong.

Spying a towel, she grabbed it and threw it over the faucet to block the water from going everywhere. She looked under the sink but couldn’t find a turn-off valve. There must be a central turn-off.

Sprinting back into the main room, she snatched up the phone and called the front desk. This is Jared. How may I help you, Ms. Holmes?

The faucet is broken, there is water going everywhere, she said in a breathless rush.

On it. The line clicked.

Claire went back into the bathroom, careful not to slip. Luckily, there were lots of towels, she tossed one on the floor and another over the faucet as the other one was already soaked through. The water stopped, and then there was a knock on her door.

Claire blew out a breath and opened the door. A young woman with blonde hair pulled into a ponytail stood there. Hi, I’m Liz, the housekeeper.

Hi. I’m so sorry, I don’t know what happened. Claire stood back and allowed the woman in.

No worries; let me see the damage. Liz went into the bathroom. She dumped the sodden towels into the bathtub and then fiddled with the faucet. I’ll need to call someone. I can’t leave the water off too long.

Okay.

I’d move you to another room, but we’re full.

I understand. I’ll be fine here. I don’t plan on going to a different hotel unless it can’t be fixed.

Thank you for being so understanding. Liz left the room.

Claire let out a sigh and changed into her sweats so she could lie on the bed. She hoped she wouldn’t need a vacation after this vacation. Might as well get settled until someone came to fix the faucet. And actually, it sounded really good—the resting part.

****

Josh Hawkins had just finished laying the padded flooring inside his new club when his cell phone rang. Deerbourne Inn. Who could be calling him from there?

This is Josh.

Hey Josh, Liz here. I need a big favor, she said.

What’s up? He’d done some odd jobs for Liz when their regular handyman wasn’t available.

I’ve got a room with a busted faucet. The knob just turns and turns. I had to shut off the water at the valve for the floor.

Josh crossed the room to the door. I’ll be there in fifteen.

I owe you one.

Don’t worry about it; I’m available to help. Josh hung up and locked the door behind him before sprinting home from the club on his property. He grabbed his keys and he jumped into his truck and drove to the inn. It was funny; he hadn’t planned on staying in Willow Springs, but after his father had passed away six months ago, he had found himself in charge of the family business: The Willow Springs Hardware.

It had surprised him to find himself enjoying the work. He’d even included occasional handyman work as part of the store offerings. Being available for small jobs around the town helped people, helped the business, and allowed him to use his hands-on skills. He pulled to a stop at the front of the Deerbourne Inn and walked inside.

I’m serious, I owe you, Liz said, worry on her face as she waited for him in the lobby.

No problem, Liz. Why don’t you show me the problem, and then, I’ll get what I need from the store and fix it.

Okay, the guest is still in her room. She just arrived today. Everything had been in working order. They walked up the stairs, and Liz knocked on the door.

The door opened, and Josh almost took a step back. He blinked. The woman standing there made his libido stand up and take notice. Her brown hair spread over her shoulders, and her blue eyes were slumberous, her T-shirt rumpled.

Hi. She blinked a couple of times.

This is Josh; he’s going to take a look at the sink, Liz said.

Oh good. She stared at him. I know you from somewhere. Her voice was husky. She had the look of a woman who’d been woken up. There was something familiar about her as well.

If you’ll excuse me, I have to go check on my kids, Liz said. Josh, you okay?

Yep, got it. Go take care of your rug rats. I know where the shut-off valve is. Josh stepped into the bathroom. He fiddled with the faucet, then stepped out.

Ms. I-know-you-from-somewhere stood by the dresser. Damn, she was a fine woman. Those jeans molded to her hips, and her T-shirt cupped her breasts. A woman who had meat on her body. His hands itched to touch her. Hold it, buddy. You’re here to work.

He cleared his throat. I need to run and get supplies to fix it. It will take me about twenty minutes.

Okay. I’m not going anywhere. She grinned at him, her blue eyes sparkling.

His dick swelled, taking him by surprise. He couldn’t recall a time when a single glance from a sexy woman had sent hot flares of lust straight to his pants. She claimed he looked familiar, maybe after