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  She vows to find the right kind of guy

  A tempting stranger challenges everything

  “Bad Choices” should have been Rina Tillbridge’s middle name and it’s time to turn over a new leaf. But when stuntman Scott Halsey struts onto her property for his latest film, her impulsive alter ego threatens to make a comeback. The quintessential thrill-seeking stuntman has no designs on commitment. So why are all his red flags igniting white-hot passion...and inspiring dreams of a Hollywood ending?

  Rina stood. “It’s getting late.”

  He rose to his feet. “Yeah. We should head back so you can give me the parts for the sink. It won’t take long for me to fix.”

  The sink—that was right. He’d made her forget all about it...along with her troubles. She didn’t open up like that with anyone.

  Back at the café, after handing him the parts, she pulled the inventory for tomorrow’s food prep.

  A short time later, Scott knocked on the doorjamb of her office. “I’m all done. Do you want to take a look?”

  She followed him to the ladies’ room and tried out the faucet. The knob was back on. Water was flowing from where it should, and there were no leaks.

  Rina faced him. “Thank you for taking care of this, and thank you for listening to me earlier.”

  “No problem.” He picked up the toolbox from the floor. “And you won, by the way. I owe you ice cream.”

  “No. I owe you ice cream. You having to act as a decoy for Nash is a lot more intriguing than my situation.”

  “As a rule, I don’t argue over ice cream, so it’s a date.”

  Rina headed to the front of the café with Scott. A date? No, it wasn’t a date, just an expression. They’d made a bet, she’d lost and was paying up by buying him ice cream. That was all.

  Dear Reader,

  Thank you for choosing Her Sweet Temptation as your new romance escape.

  As the owner of Brewed Haven Cafe, Zafrina “Rina” Tillbridge makes the best pies in town while juggling the tasks of being the boss and keeping up with expectations. Stuntman Scott Halsey is used to taking risks and living life on his own. Their worlds literally collide, and their lives change in unexpected ways.

  Moving on from the past, taking chances to discover new passions, letting go of perfection, embracing family despite their faults—Rina and Scott face these experiences in this book. The best part is they learn and grow together. And they have dessert along the way.

  I’d love to hear from you. Visit me at www.ninacrespo.com, say hello and connect with me. Instagram, Facebook and my newsletter are three of my favorite places to connect with readers. I share about my books, upcoming appearances and a few of the dessert recipes I came across during my research for this story.

  Rina and Scott are waiting for you. I hope you enjoy their journey to finding love and the rest of the Tillbridge Stables series!

  Happy reading,

  Nina

  Her Sweet Temptation

  Nina Crespo

  Nina Crespo lives in Florida, where she indulges in her favorite passions—the beach, a good glass of wine, date night with her own real-life hero and dancing. Her lifelong addiction to romance began in her teens while on a “borrowing spree” in her older sister’s bedroom, where she discovered her first romance novel. Let Nina’s sensual contemporary stories feed your own addiction for love, romance and happily-ever-after. Visit her at ninacrespo.com.

  Books by Nina Crespo

  Harlequin Special Edition

  Tillbridge Stables

  The Cowboy’s Claim

  Her Sweet Temptation

  Visit the Author Profile page at Harlequin.com for more titles.

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Excerpt from Texas Proud by Diana Palmer

  Chapter One

  Zafrina Tillbridge drove over one of the many bumps on the vacant tree-lined road. As the bronze SUV shimmied and bounced, an image sprang up in her mind of the perfectly flaky crusts on the apple, peach and blueberry pies stowed in the rear of the vehicle crumbling to bits. Taking the two-lane shortcut that morning as a faster way to Tillbridge Horse Stable and Guesthouse was the worst idea of her entire week. And it was just Monday.

  A couple of months ago, the location scouts for the sci-fi Western movie, Shadow Valley, that was currently being filmed at Tillbridge had stopped by Brewed Haven, the cafe she owned in Bolan, and fallen in love with her pies. The film’s production company had offered her a month-to-month catering contract, and she’d agreed to provide desserts once a week during lunch for the cast and crew of the film.

  Zafrina hit another dip in the road and her inner perfectionist wailed. This can’t be happening. Her first delivery for the contract, and instead of masterpieces, she was potentially delivering a mess.

  The car system’s ringtone came through the speakers and she glanced at the screen. It was her best friend, Philippa, the chef of Pasture Lane Restaurant and the manager of the guesthouse at Tillbridge. The restaurant was providing a special lunch for the cast and crew to celebrate the kickoff week for the filming of the movie. She was supposed to meet Philippa where they were setting up to serve the food at noon.

  She clicked the answer button on her steering wheel. “Hi, Philippa.”

  “Hey, wh—are—?” The rest of what Philippa said was even more distorted by interference.

  “What did you say? You’re not coming in clearly.”

  More garbled words came through then the line went dead.

  It had sounded like Philippa was asking, “Where are you?” or maybe it was, “Why aren’t you here yet?” Either question wasn’t a good one. The buffet was probably set and ready to go...minus her desserts.

  Finally, Zafrina reached the intersection to the empty main road. Just a couple of more miles and she’d arrive at the stable.

  A red truck came out of nowhere and blew past from the left.

  Zafrina gripped the steering wheel and jammed her foot on the brake. Hot-and-cold prickles of alarm and relief rained over her, and the jeans and lemon yellow T-shirt she wore suddenly became too warm and not warm enough at the same time.

  An elusive memory of a curved road she couldn’t place started to slip into her thoughts. No. The car was gone, and she was okay. She needed to get to Tillbridge. Taking in a long, slow breath and releasing an even longer exhale, she eased down on the accelerator and turned right.

 
Farther down the road, she passed by a gently sloping fenced-in pasture, and she opened the driver-side window breathing in the earthy scents of rich earth and lush green grass warmed by the sun, and horses. Echoes of the past filled with happiness, perseverance, and triumph filled her mind. Even though she didn’t live on the property anymore, Tillbridge would always be home.

  Uniformed guards controlled access to the paved parking lot behind the large horse stable.

  Still not used to the increased security on the property because of the film production, Rina dug through the center console for her VIP badge. After parking in one of the few vacant spaces, she grabbed her things from the front passenger seat and got out. As she put on the purple apron printed with the cafe’s name and logo of hearts winding up like steam from a coffee cup, a summer breeze blew through her black braids secured by a yellow band.

  Chestnut, sable and gray horses roamed around the paddock on the far right adjoining the sandstone-colored stable that had a navy roof and trim.

  The lunch buffet was supposed to be set up near the picnic tables in the outdoor seating area yards down from the building. Where were the white tents and the lime-green van from Pasture Lane?

  She called Philippa who answered on the second ring. “Hey, Rina.” Like most of Zafrina’s friends and family, Philippa used the shortened version of her name.

  “Where are you?”

  “And hello to you too,” Philippa replied. A faint southern lilt wove through her words.

  “Sorry.” Rina closed her eyes a moment. “I’m having a crazy day. Aren’t we supposed to set up in the picnic area by the stables?”

  “There was a change of plans and they’re running late. That’s why I was calling you earlier. When I couldn’t get through, I sent you a text.”

  Messages chimed in and Rina glanced at the notifications on her phone. One text was from Philippa about the changes. The other was from Darby, who was working a split shift at the cafe, leaving for the afternoon and returning later that evening:

  Right sink in the ladies’ room starting to drip. Need more bulbs—the light in the storeroom is flickering again. A guy stopped by and filled out an application. It’s on your desk.

  Rina added buying florescent bulbs and finding a plumber to her growing mental to-do list. She’d look over the application when she returned.

  Just over a week ago, she’d unexpectedly lost one of her key employees who handled maintenance at the cafe and made the deliveries. Now she and her staff were struggling to take up the slack. If the person who’d stopped by had the right qualifications to fill the position, she’d set up an interview with him as soon as possible.

  “Hellooo,” Philippa called out over the phone. “Are you still there?”

  “Yes. I was glancing over the messages I missed. I’m just getting them. I came the back way. My cell reception dropped out.”

  “You drove here on that pothole-infested road? Why?”

  Rina muzzled her excuse. She’d wanted to save time, but in retrospect, her reasoning had been more than just a little faulty. “It’s a long story. I’ll tell you when I see you. Where are we setting up now?”

  “Halfway across the field past the new barn.”

  Rina looked behind her, spotting the food van and two white tents in the distance. “Be there in a sec.”

  “Oh and—”

  Rina hung up prematurely. Oops. But in a few minutes, Philippa could tell her what she’d started to say.

  At the back of the SUV, Rina slipped the phone in her front apron pocket and opened the rear door. Had the pies survived? She slid one of the four sheet pans with semiclear lids from the plastic travel container and peeked inside. A breath of relief whooshed out. But now wasn’t the time to celebrate. She still had to get the pies where they belonged.

  Rina lifted the sheet pan to her shoulder, closed the rear door, and started across the mown pasture. She’d ask one of Philippa’s staff to get the rest of the desserts.

  As she trekked to the catering area yards ahead, she saw Philippa dressed in beige chef’s gear and wearing her signature lime-green bandana as a headband over her dark dreadlocks. She was placing serving utensils on a long empty buffet table under the first tent while her staff was checking over the setup of tables and foldable chairs in the other tents nearby.

  In front of Rina to the right, orange cones were stationed a short distance from the open entrance of the new distressed-wood barn that had been built for the film. Funny, it almost felt as if the small barn had always been there. Maybe because years ago there used to be one on the property. The stable had been much smaller, and there hadn’t been a guesthouse, just a large family home where she lived with her parents, Mathew and Cherie, her sister, Zurie, her cousin, Tristan, and his father, Jacob.

  Rina couldn’t stop a smile as she thought of summers at Tillbridge back then. As the oldest by more than five years, a teenaged Zurie had been responsible for looking after her and Tristan during the day while their parents worked, although Tristan had believed his role was being their protector. While Zurie was taking care of the big-girl chores—making breakfast and lunch for the three of them and checking on the horses—she and Tristan would sneak off to the empty field to play ball, climb trees and play hide-and-seek.

  Ready or not, here I come... The recollection of Tristan as a young boy calling out to her younger self filled her mind.

  Philippa shouting pulled Rina back to the present, but she was too far away to hear what she was saying. Why was Philippa waving her arms above her head as if she was warning her off?

  Chapter Two

  Scott Halsey adjusted the black cowboy hat that was all but glued to his head then pulled on his dark leather fingerless gloves. As he altered his stance, the soles of his black boots scraped over the wide wood beam near the ceiling of the empty barn. The long black duster jacket, covering his dark vest and pants and the prop pistol in the holster strapped around his waist, sat hot and heavy on his shoulders.

  Losing the coat would make him a lot cooler, but even though they were just rehearsing the stunt for the movie, they needed to duplicate conditions for the filming of the scene, and that included knowing how the costume would affect movement. But a barn steadily heating up from the sun was nothing compared to other situations he’d endured. During his career as a stuntman, he’d been submerged in freezing water, baked in the desert and set on fire from head to toe.

  As he reached for the cord in front of him secured to a metal girder above his head, tingles of anticipation danced up and down his spine. He harnessed the familiar feeling into an intense focus that became sharper and narrower as he breathed.

  The stunt he was practicing rated low on the danger spectrum. In fact, it reminded him of the rope swing he and his sister played on during summer vacations when they were kids. The only difference, he wasn’t flying as high as he could on a dare and dropping into a lake. He was swinging over the floor of the barn, and if he aimed properly, which he would, once he let go of the rope he’d land just outside. From that point, it was an easy drop and roll to his knee before unholstering the empty pistol and aiming at the nonexistent bad guys.

  He glanced down at the balding light-haired stunt coordinator, Kyle, and the two college-aged interns wearing jeans and black T-shirts with the name of the movie on the front and CREW on the back. “I’m ready.”

  Kyle motioned for the two guys to go outside then gave Scott a thumbs-up.

  Scott’s heart rate kicked up a tad as he tightened his hold on the cord. He leaped off the beam and swung down. As he soared through the air, his senses heightened and his vision focused on the threshold of the open barn doors. But instead of a clear path in front of him, a woman carrying a tray was walking past.

  As she glanced his way, she froze. Shock came over her face and her mouth formed an O.

  Decisions synced in his mind. He dro
pped short of his mark on the shock-absorbing pad, executed a tighter roll than planned, and sprang to his feet.

  As he wrapped an arm around the flabbergasted woman’s slender waist, she released a sound between a scream and a squeak. He braced his other hand under the tray with hers, catching it before it slipped to the ground.

  Her eyes, a spectrum of hues from deep gold to sepia, met his. She breathed unsteadily and a glow tinged her smooth dark brown cheeks. Taking hold of the tray, she slipped from his grasp. “Are you out of your mind? What are you doing?”

  He didn’t mean to chuckle, but the exasperated expression on her pretty face was more cute than threatening. Scott tipped his hat and gave his best charming fake Western drawl. “My job, ma’am.”

  “So you get paid to crash into people?”

  “On occasion, but I just performed some of my greatest work.”

  She gave him a puzzled look. “What?”

  “I saved two out of two. You and these.” He glanced down to the sheet pan clutched in her hands. The lid was halfway off...and what looked to be two pies were smooshed against the side of it. “Damn. I thought I nailed it. I’m sorry. Here, let me carry that for you.”

  “No. You’ve done enough already.” Her tone was soft but firm as she turned slightly away from him putting the sheet pan out of reach. “Move please.”

  He stepped aside and she walked away. Again.

  He’d noticed her yesterday morning near the stable where the restaurant food van was parked. Kyle had asked him to meet him there for breakfast so they could talk about the rigging for the barn stunt.

  She’d been talking to Tristan, the stable manager and one of the owners of Tillbridge. He’d assumed they were related because she resembled the tall man with low-cut dark hair, and it was easy to see that they shared a close bond. Every time she’d laughed, she’d radiated happiness, and he’d had to force himself not to stare at her. During his meeting with Kyle, his mind had kept wandering back to her, wondering who she was. By the time they’d finished, she was gone.