Title: Love or Land
Author: Zoe Conner
Genre: Sweet Romance
Cover Designer: Designed by Kris Norris
Publication Date: Mar. 28th, 2018
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
Blurb: This island might not be big enough for both of them!
Tabitha is old money. Sean is new.
She has rich family and friends. His circle is small and cobbled together.
She is protective and stubborn. He takes what he wants without apology.
She was raised to be a lady. He acts like a gentleman.
The both have a drive to help people.
They both want the same plot of land on the island.
Toss in meddling sisters and employees, and these two are thrown together—but an emergency creates even more chaos in their persistent attraction.
Then again, love is priceless...
Obsessed with Jane Austen and Downton Abbey, Zoe writes modern day stories of intense love with strong yet complicated characters. She loves being near the water and island living is a dream. Her writing is supervised by demanding feline critics. A small-town recluse, Zoe travels rarely for family visits but explores the world through her stories.
Who doesn’t wear a tie to a gala? Tab kept her opinions to herself.
Colin barged in before Sabrina got a chance to say hi to her old friend.
“The twin Miss Buxtons. So lovely, both of you. I’d like you to meet my employer and friend, Mr. Sean Drake and his old friend Mr. Jason Carlton. This is Sabrina and Tabitha. Tab is on the board of the charity so probably off to check on dinner soon.” Colin rocked back on his heels.
“I can’t believe it’s you,” Sabrina said.
“Of course, you know Mr. Carlton from his movies and fame. Isn’t it nice of him to leave Hollywood for a bit and visit normal people?” Colin gushed.
“No, Colin, we’ve met. Sabrina. I can’t believe we never exchanged numbers.” Jason hugged her.
Tab tried to conceal her surprise but caught Sean Drake watching her with a bemused hint of a smile. He was not shocked.
“How do you know my sister?” Tab asked.
Sab pulled back slightly. “We met in Paris. On my art tour. He has a wonderful eye.”
“I’m sure he does. Nice to meet both of you. Have you been to Nantucket before?” Tab asked.
“No, it’s more rustic than I imagined,” Sean replied coolly.
Tab bit her tongue.
“It’s my first time but I’m glad Sean dragged me. It’s charming.” Jason stared at Sab. “Would you like to dance?”
Sab blushed. “There isn’t any music yet.”
“I’ll ask them to start. It’ll only be instrumental until after dinner.” Tab loved an excuse to get away.
“I’ll do it, Tab. Happy to help.” Sab led Jason away.
Some sister, leaving her with Colin and a stranger. Tab took a deep breath.
“What business are you in, Sean?” Tab could play the small talk game when she needed to but it was easier when the other person seemed more interested. Sean looked about the room as though he were analyzing every detail.
“I’m very diversified in my holdings. Real estate is at the core. But I’m here on vacation. Colin goes on about this place so much I had to see it. He is right, it feels like I’m nowhere near Boston or any big city.”
“Hopefully it’s the break you need. There is swimming, boating, and plenty of beaches. Also, a bit of history and charming old architecture.” Tab tried her best.
Sean nodded. “Colin is a big proponent of the island.”
She sighed. “Well, I should check on things. Dinner will soon so if you need help finding your table, just grab one of us. Excuse me.”
“Wait, Tabitha. I would like a dance with you after the dinner. Old times’ sake.” Colin winked.
Tabitha repressed a shudder and reminded herself that Colin’s aunt, Mrs. Monroe, was on the board of the charity with Tab. “Certainly. See you then.”
The room had been flooded with people in jewels bragging about the market and their portfolios or latest acquisitions.
Sab and Jason had been joined on the dance floor by a few other eager couples.
Tab found Mrs. Peters. “Dinner ready?”
“Yes, but let them finish this one song and I’ll announce things. Welcome people.” Mrs. Peters patted Tab’s arm. “Go sit with your family. Or that handsome man you were talking to.”
“Handsome but not very friendly,” Tab replied.
“Shame.” Mrs. Peters waved Tab off.
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