Chrissy and the Burroughs Boy
No girl forgets her first crush. The least he could do is remember it.
Chrissy James has only been home in small-town Levenham a few weeks when her teenage crush plays hero and saves her from an aggressive drunk. Seven years ago, Nick Burroughs was the school hottie while she was the overweight girl with braces, bad hair, and an unrequited obsession with the sports star every girl in school wanted. Her failed efforts to attract Nick’s attention still burn.
Chrissy sure has his attention now, but she’s older, smarter and focused on settling into her new dream job as wine marketer. No matter how sexy he’s grown, or how keen his interest, Nick will need to do a lot more than see off a drunk if he wants to win her over.
But Chrissy doesn’t count on the determination of a Burroughs boy in love. Nick will do anything to recapture Chrissy’s heart, even if it means acting the romantic fool and embarrassing himself in the process.
Will Nick’s efforts to make amends for the past backfire or will Chrissy’s career thwart everything? Grab this cute small-town romance and find out!
The cute follow-on story to 2017 Romantic Book of the Year finalist Santa and the Saddler.
‘From the start I could not put this book down. Chrissy And The Burroughs Boy by Cathryn Hein is story to look out for in a series not to be missed.’– Talking Books blog
“A lively, fun read from Cathryn Hein. Everyone should have a Nick in their lives. He’s smart, sexy and just a little cheeky (okay, maybe a lot cheeky). Most of all, he’s irresistible. Ms Hein charms us all the way to The End with innovative ways to romance the girl you didn’t notice at school but sure as hell notice now. There is nothing Nick won’t do to get Chrissy’s attention in this heartwarming, youthful romp to an HEA.”– Juanita Kees, author
Excerpt – Chrissy and the Burroughs Boy
The cellar-door buzzer jolted Chrissy from her spreadsheet. In the three weeks she’d been at Ryan’s, she could count on one hand the number of times the buzzer had sounded on a weekday. Most cellar-door business took place on weekends, when people had more time for tastings or were combining wine buying with a leisurely lunch. Mondays, according to Shaun, were the quietest of all. Glad for the respite from her computer screen, Chrissy set down her pen and glanced out her office window. And sucked in a breath. Nick Burroughs was sauntering across the polished concrete floor with his hands in his pockets and trailing an air of pure broad-shouldered manliness. His head swivelled as he slowly took in the space, dark hair shiny and flickering the occasional bronze sun streak under the skylight. Spotting the main counter, he headed to it, slid a set of tasting notes towards him and peered down. He was doing nothing except standing casually, looking as though he’d stepped straight off the farm, yet the sight of him sent Chrissy’s heart crashing around her chest, just as it had all those years ago at school. She slid her chair closer to the window and stared, confident the slant of the office’s vertical blinds would shield her from view. His hair was wind-messed, his clothes rumpled, his boots scuffed. Instead of the jeans and striped shirt of Friday night, he wore khaki trousers and a thick blue fleece jumper, but the work clothes did nothing to detract from his innate sexiness. If anything, they added to his appeal. He didn’t need to dress to impress. Nick was a man whose self-assurance came from inside rather than from the clothes he wore, a man confident in his skin. He slid the tasting notes away and ran his gaze around the room, then, as though sensing Chrissy’s scrutiny, he lifted his eyes to her office. She propelled the chair backwards and breathed hard. He couldn’t have spotted her, yet the half-smile on his face told her Nick knew she was there, and was waiting. He moved casually into the illuminated space beneath the cellar’s skylight, his gaze never leaving the office window, and lifted his hands slightly, as if to say, ‘Well?’ God, he was attractive, even more so than at school. Maturity had honed his masculine edges, filled out his shoulders, chest and legs and chiselled his jaw with a precision edge. Eyelashes of a thickness and density no mascara could ever match fringed beautiful brown eyes so velvet soft that looking at them was like being cuddled. Chrissy had lost count of the fantasies she’d had about those eyes. Of her and Nick lying face to face, staring at one another, lost in love. Wanting him had been agony, an agony made worse by his indifference. But as she’d told the girls, that was all in the past. Chrissy was a grown woman now, with a degree, a career and, more importantly, life experience. Pretty faces and old crushes didn’t cut it anymore. Nick was just another customer. Just. Another. Customer.