About Everywhere and Every Way
Hot on the heels of her beloved Marriage to a Billionaire novels, New York Times bestselling author Jennifer Probst nails it with her sexy new series featuring red-hot contractor siblings who give the Property Brothers a run for their money!
Ever the responsible eldest brother, Caleb Pierce started working for his father’s luxury contracting business at a young age, dreaming of one day sitting in the boss’s chair. But his father’s will throws a wrench in his plans by stipulating that Caleb share control of the family business with his two estranged brothers.
Things only get more complicated when demanding high-end home designer Morgan hires Caleb to build her a customized dream house that matches her specifications to a T—or she’ll use her powerful connections to poison the Pierce brothers’ reputation. Not one to ignore a challenge, Caleb vows to get the job done—if only he can stop getting distracted by his new client’s perfect…amenities.
But there’s more to icy Morgan than meets the eye. And Caleb’s not the only one who knows how to use a stud-finder. In fact, Morgan is pretty sure she’s found hers—and he looks quite enticing in a hard hat. As sparks fly between Morgan and Caleb despite his best intentions not to mix business and pleasure, will she finally warm up and help him lay the foundation for everlasting love?
Morgan refused to pace because it only showed weakness. Instead, she pulled her linen pants tight so they wouldn’t wrinkle and settled on the sprawling sofa in her hotel suite. Soothing music piped in low through the Bluetooth. She sipped her glass of water with lemon. And pondered.
The others had been less stubborn. It didn’t bode well for the future of the project, but she’d had no choice. She waited in her hotel room most of the day, but he hadn’t come storming over. No text. Not even a scathing email. Nothing but silence.
He’d have to take the job. She’d done her homework. Called in her favors. Pierce Brothers needed her more than she needed them. After studying the client profile, Mor- gan knew immediately that Caleb Pierce was the only one to make this house work. The Rosenthals were her most demanding clients, and nothing less than perfection would be accepted. Her entire career had grown steadily, her reputation impeccable. She got the job done and never faltered. Soon, celebrity clients lined up so she could build their houses, allowing themselves to trust her with the most intimate of projects, but when the Rosenthals came knocking, Morgan knew it was a turning point.
If she did a good job, she would be the darling of Hol- lywood. People listened to the powerful couple, and even Brangelina were no longer the crowning glory. They had been officially replaced.
Morgan was used to flying all over the country at her clients’ beck and call, but it was always nice to settle in a town for those few months and feel a part of something big- ger. She missed her Southern roots and the closeness of the community, but her mother had encouraged her to follow the road to greatness. Her job might be a bit eclectic, but she’d come from a long line of well-established decorators in South Carolina, and she hadn’t wanted to stick around to be overshadowed. Her mother hadn’t wanted that, either, hav- ing already claimed the main role as queen. And of course, Daddy always followed her mother’s lead.
She let out an impatient sigh, glanced at her tasteful silver-and-pearl watch, and decided to order room service.
A low buzz echoed in the air. She pressed the intercom button. “Yes?”
“Mr. Pierce here to see you, Ms. Raines.”
“Send him up, please.”
A smile fought for victory, but she just stood on her
three-inch cream heels, smoothed down her hair, and waited for his knock.
She reminded herself not to enjoy the upcoming en- counter too much.
She opened the door a few moments later. “Why, Mr. Pierce, how lovely to see you,” she drawled. She waved him inside, her poppy-pink nails flashing in the air. “Come in.”
He didn’t budge. Just stared at her, his gaze stripping all her bullshit and veneer aside and probing underneath. Scruff darkened his jaw. Dirt marred his meaty biceps. There was a hole in his black T-shirt, and he had a rip in his faded jeans. He looked sulky. Pissed.
And hot as a summer day in Charleston.
She tried to swallow and found she had no spit. Desper- ate to get out of his close range, she went to the bar and poured him a glass of water, dropping a few cubes of ice in, and handed it to him. “Here you go. It’s hot out there. Shall we talk?”
One brow shot up, but he took the glass and shut the door. “Damn, you got some nerve. Did you have fun with your criminal activities?”
She blinked. “What?”
“You know. Blackmail. Stealing my job, which I worked hard for, just so you can play the game of I’m more important than you. Is that how you roll?”
Heat rushed to her cheeks. Oh, she really didn’t like him. He cut right to the bone at every opportunity. He needed a lesson on manners and civility. “Funny, if I was a man, right now you’d probably be thrilled to play a game of hardball. Is it because I’m a woman you don’t respect that in business, sometimes you have to bend the rules to get what you want?”
He barked out a short laugh. “Got no problem with strong women. Just ones who lie. I have the same problem with men, by the way.”