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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Praise for award-winning author Cynthia Harrison and

  Dedication

  I’d like to thank my editor, Dj Hendrickson,

  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

  A word about the author...

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  Thank you for purchasing this publication of The Wild Rose Press, Inc.

  Blue Heaven

  by

  Cynthia Harrison

  Blue Lake, Book 1

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

  Blue Heaven

  COPYRIGHT © 2013 by Cynthia Harrison

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press, Inc. except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

  Contact Information: [email protected]

  Cover Art by Angela Anderson

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  Publishing History

  First Champagne Rose Edition, 2013

  Print ISBN 978-1-61217-989-6

  Digital ISBN 978-1-61217-990-2

  Blue Lake, Book 1

  Published in the United States of America

  Praise for award-winning author Cynthia Harrison and

  THE PARIS NOTEBOOK, published in 2012

  “5 Stars! Engaging and interesting…it may steal your heart.”

  ~Storm Goddess Book Reviews & More

  ~*~

  “A hot, sexy read...an excellent book to curl up with over the weekend.”

  ~LAS, The Long & Short of It Reviews

  ~*~

  “I was grabbed within the first few paragraphs...Jack is the reason why I love romance novels.”

  ~Sharon Horton, multi-award nominated author

  Dedication

  For my parents, Margorie & William Hines,

  both avid readers,

  who first taught me the power of the printed word.

  I’d like to thank my editor, Dj Hendrickson,

  for all her work on my behalf.

  Also, much love and thanks to my husband, Al,

  for being my rock.

  I wouldn’t be able to do this without your support,

  my love.

  Chapter One

  “No.”

  Eva Delacroix sucked in her amazed fury at the loan officer. “Excuse me? Did you just say…”

  “I said no. Blue Lake Community Bank can’t help you.”

  For the last ten minutes, the guy in Clark Kent glasses had listened to her explain her business plan for Blue Heaven. His body, she swore, leaned forward with pleasure when she displayed the property title. Where was the red cape when you needed it? She bit her tongue to keep from speaking her thoughts aloud and breathed steadily. Now was not the time for emotion. Now was the time for persuasion.

  “I know it’s not a very good drawing, but town planning told me anything would do, just to get started.” She tried to see the rough sketch through his eyes, tried to imagine what his problem with her delicious and perfect plan could possibly be.

  “It’s not the drawing.”

  “What is the problem? I’m sure I can fix it.” This plan to remake her family property into a vacation resort had to work. Her last and only option, unless she wanted to move into a senior citizen complex with her mother in Florida.

  “You can’t stick a second floor on a Bryman bungalow.”

  An almost undetectable shudder went through his body.

  What was his problem? Who was Bryman? And why would he object to a second floor on her house? Eva needed this guy to make like Superman and rescue her ramshackle property, but instead he just confused her.

  She looked at the nameplate on the banker’s desk. Just Daniel. No last names up here in Blue Lake. Everybody was probably related to everybody else. Except her. That hadn’t mattered when she’d been a girl. Her extended family surrounded her every summer. Now they were gone and she was alone. And Daniel’s face was like a brick wall, determined to keep her out.

  “Could I speak to your manager, Daniel?”

  “I own this bank.” Not a chink in the wall. Not a sign of the sweet guy who’d seemed so charming just ten minutes ago. Something was off. Guys in their thirties did not own banks, and, when confronted with the full force of her determined enthusiasm, their faces did not usually resemble stone.

  “So you own the whole place?” She looked around the room, seeking a way to get him on her side. There had to be something she could say or do to show him she was right and he was wrong. The brick wall he’d erected meant flirting would not work. She had to make him feel the way she did about Blue Heaven. She had to get him into her corner. Okay, his father probably owned this bank, allowing little rich boy Daniel to run it and pretend he was important. He’d been leading her on so that he could say no. A power trip thing. That had to be it. She needed the words right now that would allow them both a win.

  “I have a partner.”

  “Your dad?” Those were not the right words. They were exactly the wrong words. Damn.

  An expression passed over his face, like he was holding back a sneeze. Then he recovered and his face went blank again.

  “No,” he said.

  She could tell he was never going to say yes. Something with the father. She blew it big-time. So she shot for the moon.

  “Would your partner listen to my proposal?”

  “He’s semi-retired. I make those decisions.”

  The blood in her veins pounded against her temples. She began rethinking the whole “keep it in the community” idea she’d had about remodeling Blue Heaven, but she kept her face neutral, mirroring his. She’d give it one more try.

  “The cottages and the bungalow have been sitting empty for years. It will be good for the town if I opened them up again. Good for tourism.”

  “Not feasible.” Daniel shook his head.

  His dorky glasses weren’t that cute, Eva thought. If he owns a bank, why doesn’t he get corrective surgery?

  “Will you explain to me why not?” In her mind, the plan was perfection, but she was thinking a few steps ahead. Maybe things would go better at the next bank if he detailed his problem with her proposal. She could amend her proposal if his objec
tions made sense. Highly doubtful, but she was always open to suggestions.

  He sighed and pushed his glasses up his nose. He drew her financial sheets out of the fan of paperwork. “Are you employed, Ms. Delacroix?”

  Since he had her financial information in his hand, he knew the answer. “It’s Eva.” She decided to remind him that she was living in Blue Lake now, a member of the community and a person with a first name, if not an actual job. “I’m not currently employed. I plan to be self-employed. I’m going to work on my property, first fixing it up, then renting out the cottages. To tourists.” All of this was self-explanatory, or so she thought. Maybe he was dumber than he looked. Pity, really. She couldn’t help herself, she liked his looks. But thank stars not his personality.

  He carefully paged through her financial paperwork. It didn’t take long.

  “I’m sorry, Eva, but in this economy, we aren’t offering mortgages to unemployed folks.”

  Okay. Now she was getting somewhere. Although this was not what she wanted to hear, she should know what she was up against. Right now, things were tough in Michigan, but there were programs in place to help stimulate the state economy. She had to fit into one of them. “What about that thing the President is doing, helping people who can’t pay their mortgages?”

  “To re-mortgage at a lower rate, you need to have a mortgage in the first place. Which you don’t.”

  “Can’t I acquire one?”

  “We can’t count unemployment payments as income. So you have no source of income to pay us back. Is there a way you can get a job?”

  Like she hadn’t been trying. She’d been to every advertising agency in Detroit, and a few in Chicago and New York, too. After almost a year, she’d come to the conclusion that the advertising game was changing and that she should, too.

  Turning Blue Heaven into a tourist spot was her idea of a job, and it was a good one. “I’ve got two months to fix up those cottages so I can rent them out this summer.”

  “It’s not a bad plan, except for the part about adding a second floor on your bungalow. But we’re cutting to the bone these days. And you’re high-risk.”

  “I’m not!” Eva wasn’t sure why she took his words so personally. This was business. And right now, real estate was risky. But two acres on a Great Lake waterfront was not just any old piece of real estate.

  “I’m sorry.” Daniel pulled his phone from his pocket and glanced at it in one efficient motion. “I’ve got a lunch appointment.”

  That was it. Well, maybe this was the only bank in Blue Lake, but it wasn’t the only bank in northern Michigan.

  Daniel held the gleaming glass door open for her, and they walked into the parking lot together. The spring day had turned warm. The branches of the cherry trees lining Main Street were full of tightly furled buds. The air felt full of promise and possibility. Even though Daniel doubted her, she knew she was finally on the right track with her life. She’d find the money to make her dream come true somewhere.

  “I’m sorry, Eva.” Daniel stopped at a sleek black Lexus parked next to her red Mustang. “I wish I could help. I mean that.”

  Okay, so maybe he was a nice guy. Just doing his job. He seemed like he wanted to say more, but she couldn’t tell what because his glasses had darkened in the sun, making his eyes unreadable. He reached to shake her hand and when she touched his skin she felt like a tree bursting into bloom. What was that about? Sitting across the desk from him, she’d noticed he was very good-looking. But now, standing here in the fecund street, she felt a strong wave of energy flow between them.

  Probably just a reaction to her utter lack of a sex life.

  “My advice,” he said, breaking the handshake without having seemed to feel the same urgent current she had, “is to find a job. Any job. There’s a Walmart in Port Huron.”

  This suggestion cooled her sex jets right off. Cold rain fell on her heart’s parade. He didn’t understand. He could not see the potential. Ah well, his loss.

  ****

  Eva was tempted to shoot right down the highway out of Blue Lake and into the next town with a bank. Then her stomach grumbled; she hadn’t eaten breakfast. If there had been a drive-thru fast food place in Blue Lake, she’d have used it. But the little town had kept its old-fashioned character, with not a chain store or restaurant to be seen on Main Street. During the winter months there was only one place open for lunch. She pulled into Fast Eddie’s Bar and Grill and noticed with chagrin the black Lexus parked close to the back entrance.

  She walked in, and as her eyes adjusted to the dark bar, Eva saw Daniel sitting in a corner with a blonde woman wearing a green suit. His girlfriend? Didn’t matter. Determined to stay positive, she sat at the bar, as far away from Downer Daniel as possible.

  After she gave her order to an older man she figured must be Eddie, Eva noticed three ancient retirees staring at her from the other end of the bar. She felt a little bit out of place, like a specimen under glass, but took off her jacket anyway.

  “You’re that gal living in the Delacroix place, hey?” one of them said.

  From the corner of her eye, she saw Daniel notice her. She took a sip of her soda and nodded to the speaker.

  “I’m Eva Delacroix,” she said.

  “Knew your granddaddy,” another of the trio mentioned. “It’d kill him to see how the place has gone to ruin.”

  Eva listened to the sizzle of her burger on the grill. She was so hungry it would be gone in four bites. She ripped open the bag of chips Eddie had set down with her soda.

  “I’m fixing them up,” she said after inhaling a few chips and taking a sip of her soda. “And they’re not that bad.”

  Three hoots of varying range rippled over the sound of her crunching. “Hope you brought buckets of dough,” one of them said as Eddie delivered her hamburger. She bit into it without replying.

  Halfway through her burger, Daniel approached.

  “Hi, Eva.” There went that electricity crackling between them again. At least she felt it. Maybe he didn’t. Maybe it wasn’t “between” them at all, but a half-figment of her imagination.

  “Hi.” After the brief greeting, she took another bite of her burger, realizing her hunger was for more than just food. Even though he put a damper on her day, he had also used some type of superhero magnetism on her hand. And now the air between them had a tension she could almost see. She had to stop this. Just because she was lonely and he was cute, she didn’t have to let it ruin her lunch.

  “You following me?” His smile meant he put some work into being witty. She gave him points for trying. Maybe he felt the same thick need in the air between them that she did. Maybe he’d felt something zing through their touching hands back there in the bank parking lot after all. Maybe he felt what she felt, a totally inappropriate reaction to a person she had only met this morning, hardly knew, and didn’t really like.

  “Don’t flatter yourself,” she teased back. “Just grabbing lunch before I head over to Bank of America in Port Huron.” She took another big bite of her juicy burger.

  He sat on the stool next to her, shaking his head at Eddie, signaling he wasn’t staying long. Too bad. She’d had a half-formed hope he’d change his mind about that loan. What did he want? A date? How would that be? Could she forgive him for turning down her loan application? She shook her head to get the foolishness out, set her burger down on its plate and wiped her mouth with a napkin. It felt rough against her lips. How would it be to kiss Daniel’s lips? Shut up! She told herself, looking at everything in the bar except him.

  “I’d like to see Blue Heaven restored as much as everybody else in town,” he said, bringing her eyes back to his. “But you can’t mess with the integrity of a Bryman design.”

  From behind the bar, Eddie snorted.

  Daniel ignored him.

  This was the second time he’d mentioned Bryman. He must be the guy who built Blue Heaven back in the 1920s. Why she should care about some dead guy’s “integrity of design”
was unclear.

  Eva pushed her plate away, her appetite gone. She was beginning to think he turned down her loan application to stop her from building the addition, not because she was high risk. Eva unzipped her purse and grabbed her wallet.

  “Did I hear them right?”

  Eva looked up to see the woman Daniel had been sitting with now standing next to him. She held Eva’s eye and gestured to the three codgers with her thumb.

  “You’re Eva Delacroix?”

  “Yep,” Eva said. She pulled a twenty out of her wallet, put it on the bar, and turned her attention to Daniel’s friend.

  “Well, hi,” the woman in green smiled, her tone warm. “I’m Jane Augustine, from Blue Lake Realty. I brokered—”

  “I know.” Eva recognized the name. This was the woman who had helped her father buy out his sisters when they’d insisted on selling their shares in Blue Heaven.

  “Well, ladies, I need to get back to work,” Daniel said. He stood up and waved to the guys down the bar.

  “I owe you one, Jane,” he said as he left. Jane took the seat Daniel vacated and ordered a glass of Chardonnay. “Bring Eva a glass, too, Eddie, and put it on my tab.”

  “No, thanks.” Eva was grateful that somebody in town was finally willing to offer her something, but she really needed to find a loan.

  “I would ask if you want to unload the old place,” Jane said, sipping her wine, “but I hear you’ve got other ideas.”

  “Yeah, I do. Thanks anyway.”

  “Got your work cut out for you.”

  Eva nodded. She’d been at it for a week already, cleaning windows, tearing out old carpet, washing walls.