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Closer to You (Haven, Montana #1)

Author/Writer of Book/Novel:

Jill Sanders

Language:
English
ISBN/ ASIN:
1542047382 (ISBN13: 9781542047388)
Book Information:

New York Times bestselling author Jill Sanders strikes gold with a sizzling series about oil-rich playboys whose hearts are up for grabs.

No one’s more surprised than Tyler McGowan when he discovers he has a knack for running the family’s oil business—a role he took on after his father’s sudden passing. Now, to keep the old man’s legacy afloat, Tyler’s giving up his playboy ways and settling into small-town life. But his newfound resolve is tested when trouble strides into his office in five-inch heels.

Kristen Howell has spent the last five years working her way up the corporate ladder. And somehow it’s landed her smack-dab in the middle of nowhere: Haven, Montana. It’s her job to convince the head of McGowan Enterprises to sell. But the tall and rangy hunk is proving to be exceedingly stubborn—and overwhelmingly hot. When someone attempts to derail her negotiations, Kristen is ready to get down and dirty. But the sparks she and Tyler are throwing near the oil field may be dangerously combustible…

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Haven Montana Series by Jill Sanders

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CHAPTER ONE

Tyler was pissed. Not just pissed, but pissed pissed. He stormed into his office and slammed the thin door behind him, sending a few hanging pictures to the floor and breaking the glass and frames along the way. That didn’t stop him from dropping into the chair behind his desk and pounding on the heavy wood a few times.

“What the hell?” he growled. But, at this point, nothing was going to calm his anger. Nothing except seeing Haven, Montana, in his rearview mirror for the last time.

Closing his eyes, he realized that was a dream that, if he was being honest with himself, he couldn’t expect to happen anytime in the near future. Haven, the small little hometown he thought he’d escaped, was his penance for all his years of partying. He was doomed to be stuck in this hellhole for the rest of his miserable life.

“Hey.” The office door creaked open and his brother Trent’s head poked in. “Everything okay?”

His younger brother was almost a spitting image of Tyler. His shaggy brown hair was a little too long and both brothers were sporting almost a full day’s growth of stubble on their faces. They even had the same dimples and deep-brown eyes, eyes they had gotten from their mother’s side of the family.

Only Trey, the youngest of the three brothers, had won the lottery and inherited blue eyes and curly blonde hair, much like their late father’s.

“Can you believe this shit?” Tyler said, leaning back in the big leather chair, one that had been their father’s only a few short weeks ago.

“Well.” Trent walked in and quietly shut the door behind him. Tyler continued to brood silently. Then, when that wasn’t making him feel any better, he stood up and paced the small room.

“What?” Tyler finally turned on his brother after almost a minute of silence. “You think I had this coming?” His brother chuckled in response. “Damn it,” Tyler growled. “Okay, so I forgot about the meeting yesterday.” He turned away and glanced down at the broken glass on the floor.

Feeling guilty, he stooped and started cleaning up the mess. “It’s not like skipping one meeting gives them the right to cancel the deal on us.” He stopped when he realized the picture he held in his hand was that of his father and the three of them at a young age. He’d been eleven at the time and his parents had taken the entire family to Yellowstone Park.

Without realizing he’d shed it, he felt a tear slide down his face. Dashing it away before his brother could give him shit, he set the picture on the desk and dusted off his hands.

“It was a pretty important meeting,” Trent said.

“So? There’ll be plenty more.” He sighed.

“Yeah, it just sucks that this deal would have been our first . . .” Trent let the rest drop.

“Without the old man,” Tyler finished.

Trent nodded. “It’s not like we have a lot of options lately. Once the word got out that Dad had died, it’s like everyone jumped the sinking ship.”

Tyler banged his hand on the desk, startling his brother. “Damn it, we deserve a chance.”

Trent stood up and faced him. “Yeah, but didn’t they deserve to have us show up on time?”

Tyler sighed and closed his eyes. “I’ll make the call and see if we can reschedule.”

Trent slapped him on the shoulder. “And this time, maybe the night before the big meeting, you shouldn’t hit the Wet Spot for drinks.”

“Yeah,” he growled, really wanting to hit something, but decided he’d done enough damage in his father’s office. Scratch that. His office.

He watched his brother walk out, then moved over to finish cleaning up the glass before he made the phone calls he knew needed to be made.

Two hours later Tyler locked up his office for the night and felt like bitching to someone about a massive headache he had, but instead kept his mouth shut as he walked out of the small trailer and headed toward his truck. He passed by Rea, his father’s faithful secretary for the past twenty-some years. The woman was older than the hills but could type faster than his eyes could track.

He’d assumed that she’d guessed he’d been in a sour mood, since she’d avoided eye contact as he made his way out.

The small trailer that housed his father’s mobile office traveled all over the state, wherever the most lucrative jobs were. He’d rather be working out of the old brick building in town, which housed the larger, official offices of McGowan Enterprises. But, since he was required, as the new boss of the family business, to be on the site of the current leases, he was stuck in the small trailer for the next few months. That was until he could convince one of his brothers to take over for him.


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