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Realistic Characters Shine in Bylin's Latest RomanceJulia Dare is trying to run her own business, raise her young son, Max, and help her widowed mother. Her biggest worry, though, is keeping Max's father from being a bad influence while still allowing the boy to spend time with his dad. When an account from her event-planning business sends her to Caliente Springs resort, she's shocked to encounter Zeke Monroe, her college sweetheart.Zeke is determined to keep Caliente Springs running despite financial trouble. When Julia walks back into his life, he's surprised at the feelings she stirs up. As they work together on an important client's wedding, the fate of the resort soon depends on their success. With Zeke and Julia both pushed to their limits, will their history put up walls between them or bring them together?

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Publié par	Baker Publishing Group
Date de parution	03 mai 2016
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781441230072
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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© 2016 by Vicki Bylin Scheibel
Published by Bethany House Publishers
11400 Hampshire Avenue South
Bloomington, Minnesota 55438
www.bethanyhouse.com
Bethany House Publishers is a division of
Baker Publishing Group, Grand Rapids, Michigan
www.bakerpublishinggroup.com
Ebook edition created 2016
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means—for example, electronic, photocopy, recording—without the prior written permission of the publisher. The only exception is brief quotations in printed reviews.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is on file at the Library of Congress, Washington, DC.
ISBN 978-1-4412-3007-2
Unless otherwise noted Scripture quotations are taken from the Holy Bible, New International Version®. NIV®. Copyright © 1973, 1978, 1984, 2011 Biblica, Inc.TM Used by permission of Zondervan. All rights reserved worldwide. www.zondervan.com
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, incidents, and dialogues are products of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Cover design by Jennifer Parker
Author is represented by the Steele-Perkins Literary Agency
Dedication
For my husband . . . Always!
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About the Author
Books by Victoria Bylin
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I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit in you; I will remove from you your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh.
Ezekiel 36:26
one

Zeke Monroe appreciated a good joke, and this one was on him. Grinning, he crossed the plush charcoal carpet in his office to a desk the size of an aircraft carrier. A new Han Solo action figure guarded his pencil cup, and a handwritten sign was taped to the back of his massive leather chair.
“Starship Command,” he read out loud. “Captain Zeke Monroe to the rescue.”
Chuckling, he peeled off the sign. Everyone on the Caliente Springs management team knew he appreciated a silly prank now and then, and in the eight months he’d been general manager of the historic California resort, he had come to call them all friends.
Which made the task before him daunting at best: save Caliente Springs from bankruptcy, or allow two hundred people to lose their jobs.
People like Ashley, the CS marketing director, whose daughter suffered from severe asthma.
Or Javier, a college kid who helped support his family by working as a concierge.
And Mrs. Jenson, the gift shop clerk who joked—maybe—about living on cat food without her small paycheck.
Four months from now, the historic resort needed to be booked solid with guests, weddings, and conferences, or they’d all be out on the street. No way would Zeke let that happen.
His gaze shot to the window that faced the distant brown hills. The rolling landscape was lovely, especially at sunset, but he would have preferred a view of the entire resort. Caliente Springs was huge, a conglomeration of the five-story main hotel, three single-story buildings that offered garden rooms, a cluster of luxurious cottages behind a security gate, and top-notch recreation facilities: golf, tennis, three swimming pools, game rooms, a gym, restaurants, a fishing pond, hiking trails, and an equestrian center.
Zeke loved this place, but it was falling apart. The roads constantly needed repair, and the majority of the guest rooms screamed 1990, with dark green accent walls and dusty rose tile. Trendy? Definitely not. But he was working on modernizing everything from the décor to the business model.
He dropped onto the chair and tried to open his desk drawer to check his to-do list. Something caught inside, so he pried at it with a letter opener. When the jam sprang loose, the “Chicken Dance” song crowed from the birthday card he’d been given last week from the marketing department. A grin spread across his face. Who could not laugh at the “Chicken Dance”?
Irene, his executive assistant, hobbled around the corner. “If I wasn’t having a hip replacement next week, I’d invite you to polka with me.”
Dancing wasn’t his thing, but he’d do it for Irene. “Bring on the Oompah band.”
Irene patted her bad hip. “I’ll leave the dancing to you. In the meantime, while I’m out, I’ve written instructions for whoever fills in.”
“Thanks.”
“About the business cards—” She arched a brow at him. “Have you decided which one to use?”
“No.”
Irene, silver-haired, with reading glasses on her nose, waited in that motherly way that mixed patience with silent urging. A week ago, she’d given him a sheet of paper with three versions of his name. It was still on his desk, front and center, face-up, with his doodling all over the page.
She peered at him over her wire-framed glasses. “Is there a problem?”
“A big one. I don’t know which one to use.” Being named after a biblical prophet was a problem for a man wrestling with his faith. Being named after two of them, as in Ezekiel Amos Monroe, was just plain inconvenient. Zeke couldn’t even hide behind a normal middle name. He lifted the sheet with the three versions and studied it.
Irene sat in the guest chair. “Try reading them out loud.”
He started with the card he was using now. “‘Zeke Monroe, General Manager.’” Simple. Unpretentious. Exactly who he was. But old nicknames slapped at him, like Zeke the Freak. Or worse, Zeke the Meek, the name he’d been handed back in college by a self-absorbed jerk named Hunter Adams.
Irene waited for the next one.
Zeke crossed it out while he read. “‘E. A. Monroe, General Manager.’ Forget it. People will think I’m Elizabeth or Emily and trying to hide it.”
Irene nodded. “Yes. Forget that one.”
Using his pep-talk voice, he read the last name on the list. “‘Ezekiel A. Monroe, General Manager.’” It was a preacher’s name, assigned to him before he even drew his first breath.
His gaze flicked to the edge of his desk and the photograph taken ten years ago with his dad at their mission church in Chile. Arms linked, they grinned into the camera, father and son, preacher and protégé. But not anymore. Memories of his dad, and one quarrel in particular, still pricked his heart.
Thrusting those memories aside, he compared the names from a business perspective alone. Ezekiel A. Monroe would be a constant reminder of his dad, but it also made him sound older than thirty-one. He was a decade younger than most men in his position, so sounding older was an advantage.
He circled Ezekiel A. Monroe , slid the page to Irene, and leaned back in his chair. “That’s it.”
She peered down, tipping her head to see the paper. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
Excruciating. But Zeke just smiled. Becoming Ezekiel again, even on paper, struck him as a fitting way to end a morning spent emptying his parents’ storage locker. Seventeen boxes sat in the back of a U-Haul in his driveway, waiting to be unpacked and the contents sorted. Two of them belonged to Zeke and held mementos from his college days. The other fifteen belonged to his parents. He should have unpacked them two years ago after the memorial service, but he just couldn’t. Those boxes would still be in storage if the lease hadn’t expired.
Irene, lowering her chin, peered over her glasses again. “I have to tell you something else.”
“What is it?”
“Ashley called a few minutes ago.”
Ashley Tate. Attractive. Single. Ambitious but unreliable because of her asthma-afflicted daughter. “What happened?”
“She can’t make that three o’clock meeting with the event planner scouting us out for Carter Home Goods.”
Carter Home Goods, a newcomer in the home-based business industry, sold household gadgets and décor at home parties much like the company Thirty-One sold personalized canvas tote bags. The Carter catalogs showed up in the lunchroom now and then, and Zeke had read about the growing company on a business blog. Larry Carter was a strong Christian who rewarded his employees with perks like vacations. An event planner from Dare to Dream Events was coming to scout Caliente Springs as a potential site for those vacations as well as for Carter’s annual sales conference.
The Carter account alone wouldn’t save Caliente Springs, but it was the kind of repeat business Zeke needed to land in order to pull the resort out of the red. He dragged his hand through his hair. He wasn’t gray yet, but at this rate, he’d have streaks of silver before he knew it.
“What happened this time?” he asked.
“Her daughter’s in the ER again. She’s sorry, Zeke. But you know how it is for her.”
Single moms. They gave him a headache when they missed work, but he loved kids and respected the women who raised them on their own.
Irene lowered her voice. “Ashley’s worried you’re going to fire her.”
“No.” Not even close. “Tell her I said she’s too good to lose. I’ll cover the meeting.”
“You’re a good man.”
Hardly. At least not by his father’s standards. Zeke had disappointed both God and his earthly father more times than he cared to admit, but he loved people and he loved his work. The CS employees were like family to him. He picked up a pen to make some notes. “Fill me in. Who’s the contact?”
“Her name is Julia Dare.”
The pen tumbled out of his hand. “Julia Dare ?”
“That’s right.” Surprise leaked into Irene’s voice, and nothing ever surprised Irene. “You must know her.”
“I do. Or I did.”
Irene waited for more, but Zeke wasn’t about to explain Julia Dare to Irene, or to anyone else for that matter. He picked up the pen and jotted her name on a turquoise Post-it Note—her favorite color. Julia Dare. Brunette hair that bounced when she walked. Stunning brown eyes that saw into his soul. A heart that