By: Rebecca Crowley
Series: Orchard Hill
Genre: Jewish/Multicultural Romance
Release Date: April 11, 2022
Publisher: Tule Publishing
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Time doesn’t heal all wounds, but love just might…
Eve Klein almost has it all: a thriving career, great friends, and adoptive parents who’ve supported her in everything—including her quest to find her birth mother. She’s hired a private investigator, and while she waits for the last piece of her history to make her whole, she focuses on the most exciting deal of her career—a controlling share in Keller and Sons, a luxury watchmaker.
To most people Keller watches are status symbols, but to Saul Keller they’re handcuffs. He thought his brother had everything under control, until a distress call from an employee forced him to leave Wall Street and move home to Orchard Hill, Missouri. A year on, he’s shifted from trying to save the family business to selling it—and finally setting himself free.
Eve is Saul’s most exciting—and alluring—professional adversary, and he’s exactly the type of high-flyer she’s sworn to stop falling for. But when she needs his help to prepare for a Passover seder with her birth mother, the lines between business and pleasure become perpetually blurred.
Age: 30
Date of birth: May 1st
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with perfectly coiffed blond hair and Arctic-blue eyes.
Occupation: Formerly a hotshot private-equity executive in New York City, now back in his hometown to try to salvage his family’s watchmaking business.
3 likes in no particular order: Winning, bespoke suits, and middleweight boxing.
3 dislikes in no particular order: Losing, novelty ties, and football.
Drink of choice: Black coffee.
Favorite food: Everything bagel with cream cheese.
Favorite song: Lots of super obscure, borderline unlistenable indie bands, but the winner is Guided by Voices’s “Teenage FBI.”
Choice of transportation: New York City subway.
Favorite way to spend an evening: Trying a new restaurant on a date night with my girlfriend Eve, phones turned firmly to silent.
Favorite holiday tradition: Definitely the second-night seder my friends and I started in high school. Over the years it’s grown in size, stakes, and ridiculousness, and I look forward to keeping this absurd tradition alive.
Best memory to date: This might be a cop-out, but every moment spent with Eve is memorable. I don’t know how I lived without her.
If you could have a do-over, what would you do differently? It’s certainly easier said than done, but I would’ve worked harder on my relationship with my dad. We left too much unsaid, and I’d love a do-over.
What’s something you’ve said you would never do, but in fact have done? Come home to Orchard Hill, and yet here I am…
Most romantic gesture (done or received): She probably wouldn’t call it romantic, but once Eve was exceptionally nice about an exceptionally unflattering photo of me, and it meant a lot.
Words to live by: “Our favorite holding period is forever.” – Warren Buffett
“Actually, I should get going. Can I walk you out?”
“Of course.” He stood, and while she gathered up her purse and shut her laptop he moved to the window, shoving his hands in his pockets as he checked out the tenth-story view.
He looked so sexy when he did that. Suit jacket parted, she could see his chalk-striped waistcoat and the gold chain of his pocket watch. He stood in profile, the midday sun gleaming on his straw-blond hair, and the resemblance between him and the pictures she’d seen of his grandfather was uncanny. If it weren’t for the outline of the smartphone in his pocket, he could easily be a mid-century mogul, a captain of industry who’d built his fortune with his bare hands, not for himself, but to protect his family, to keep them safe and secure long after he was gone. To safeguard the future for generations for whom he’d barely even live in memory.
She’d heard him—she’d memorized every word he’d just said to her. And yet she was moving, rushing toward him, dropping her purse to the floor as she grabbed a fistful of his shirtfront and kissed him, hard and hungry.
If he was startled, he recovered too quickly for her to notice. He came forward, into her space, crowding her until her back was against the wall. She looped her arms around his neck, shoving her fingers through his hair, secretly delighting in how much she must be messing it up.
Saul was clearly past caring. He hooked an arm around her waist, pulling her against him, and then began to work his mouth along her jaw, behind her ear, and down her neck.
She tilted her head to one side, closing her eyes in ecstasy as his lips burned a path across her skin.
“We probably shouldn’t do this,” she said, her voice thin and high.
He murmured something that sounded like agreement, before pushing the neckline of her dress aside and gently nipping the point where her neck met her shoulder.
She dug her hands deeper into his hair, thick and soft and smelling faintly of cedar. “We both know this is a bad idea.”
He hummed assent, the sound vibrating straight through her skin and embedding in her bones. She shivered with pleasure.
Eve flattened her palms against the wall, arching her back as Saul’s mouth followed the line of her collarbone, then dared lower, and even lower. She clenched her fingers against his skull, as if trying to communicate through osmosis to his fast-firing, super-sexy brain.
“We’ll regret this later. You just sat here and told me—”
Suddenly his face was in front of hers, eyes glassy, hair falling over his forehead. “Please stop talking.”
“Of course.” He stood, and while she gathered up her purse and shut her laptop he moved to the window, shoving his hands in his pockets as he checked out the tenth-story view.
He looked so sexy when he did that. Suit jacket parted, she could see his chalk-striped waistcoat and the gold chain of his pocket watch. He stood in profile, the midday sun gleaming on his straw-blond hair, and the resemblance between him and the pictures she’d seen of his grandfather was uncanny. If it weren’t for the outline of the smartphone in his pocket, he could easily be a mid-century mogul, a captain of industry who’d built his fortune with his bare hands, not for himself, but to protect his family, to keep them safe and secure long after he was gone. To safeguard the future for generations for whom he’d barely even live in memory.
She’d heard him—she’d memorized every word he’d just said to her. And yet she was moving, rushing toward him, dropping her purse to the floor as she grabbed a fistful of his shirtfront and kissed him, hard and hungry.
If he was startled, he recovered too quickly for her to notice. He came forward, into her space, crowding her until her back was against the wall. She looped her arms around his neck, shoving her fingers through his hair, secretly delighting in how much she must be messing it up.
Saul was clearly past caring. He hooked an arm around her waist, pulling her against him, and then began to work his mouth along her jaw, behind her ear, and down her neck.
She tilted her head to one side, closing her eyes in ecstasy as his lips burned a path across her skin.
“We probably shouldn’t do this,” she said, her voice thin and high.
He murmured something that sounded like agreement, before pushing the neckline of her dress aside and gently nipping the point where her neck met her shoulder.
She dug her hands deeper into his hair, thick and soft and smelling faintly of cedar. “We both know this is a bad idea.”
He hummed assent, the sound vibrating straight through her skin and embedding in her bones. She shivered with pleasure.
Eve flattened her palms against the wall, arching her back as Saul’s mouth followed the line of her collarbone, then dared lower, and even lower. She clenched her fingers against his skull, as if trying to communicate through osmosis to his fast-firing, super-sexy brain.
“We’ll regret this later. You just sat here and told me—”
Suddenly his face was in front of hers, eyes glassy, hair falling over his forehead. “Please stop talking.”
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I look forward to reading this book.
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