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Informationen zum Autor Starr Ambrose was born and raised in south east Michigan, graduated from Michigan State University with a degree in English, and married her college sweetheart. She is the author of six romance novels, including Silver Sparks and Gold Fire , the two previous titles in the Barringer’s Pass series. Klappentext Seal the deal with a kiss. Zoe Larkin is facing the biggest career opportunity of her life, and she's not going to let Jase Garrett ruin it for her. The infuriatingly sexy owner of the Rusty Wire, the hottest honky-tonk saloon in Barringer's Pass, flat-out refuses to sell his bar and its surrounding land to her employer, the Alpine Sky ski resort. If Zoe can convince the stubborn cowboy to change his mind, she'll not only impress her rich, handsome boss, but maybe?just maybe?people in town will finally start to take her seriously. When the Rusty Wire becomes the repeated target of violent intimidation tactics, though, the spunky redhead's meticulous to-do lists and conservative blazers are no defense against her wild child reputation. The only person who understands what it takes to forget the past is standing between her and the future. But is it the future she wants? Or will Jase's electric kiss ignite a fire in her heart for the life she truly desires?Chapter One Jase cracked his eyes and peered through the narrow line where the Stetson didn’t quite meet his upturned face. A woman in a dark blazer and skirt stood just inside the front door of his saloon. Hell. Russ must have left the front door unlocked. Russ could just deal with it, then, because Jase wasn’t getting up for anything. He’d celebrated the hell out of his thirty-third birthday last night, and he needed to catch a few z’s before the Rusty Wire Saloon opened for business again. The wooden chair he slouched in and the one propping up his feet made a hard bed, but they’d do. The woman’s heels clicked across the dance floor, prompting him to take another peek. Shapely legs with enough feminine sway to put some swing in the skirt moved briskly across his line of vision. Curious despite himself, he lifted a finger to the brim of his hat. The blazer hid a lot with its generic-uniform look, but he had a feeling the body beneath it was as shapely as the legs. His gaze lingered on a pretty profile, and reddish-blond hair that would have looked great falling to her shoulders, but was inexplicably bound into some kind of grandmotherly bun thing. A waste of good sex appeal. He concentrated on dozing again as the woman made a beeline for Billy where he was scrubbing down the bar. “We’re not open,” he heard Billy say before she could dive into her sales spiel. Good man. “I know.” Her voice already said it didn’t matter, which didn’t sound good for Billy. “I’m Zoe Larkin, from the Alpine Sky. I’d like to speak to the owner, please.” Too bad, Jase thought. Billy said it for him. “He doesn’t like to be disturbed this time of day. What can I do for you?” “I’m afraid I can only speak to the owner.” Billy must have hesitated at that, because he heard a glass hit the bar as Russ downed his Alka-Seltzer and cleared his throat. “Can I help you?” Jase silently thanked him. With Russ and Jennifer sitting at the end of the bar and Billy nearby, his nap had a triple line of defense. Sharp heels clicked closer as she crossed to the end of the bar. “I’m Zoe Larkin, assistant manager of the Alpine Sky. Are you the owner?” “Next thing to it. Name’s Russ Holbrook. I’m the manager, and I’m probably the one you want to talk to if you’re from that fancy resort up the road.” Good point . Russ had handled enough past tiffs with the Alpine Sky to head her off at the pass. “You people got a problem with the Rusty Wire again? Sorry about last night’s crowd, but I already told you, I can’t keep my custome...
