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    Accidentally Inn Love
    Accidentally Inn Love
    Accidentally Inn Love
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    Accidentally Inn Love

    By Abby Knox

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    Naomi

    I have never experienced such a demanding guest in all my years of running a successful inn. While most tourists understand the quirkiness of an old building, a certain cocky young artist, Caleb, has nothing but complaints about every minor inconvenience. Just when I think I've finally got him settled in, though, things start to go truly haywire. I'm starting to suspect he's inventing problems with his room, just to waste my time and mess with me because he's having some kind of artistic block. He'll soon find out I'm not a woman to be messed with.

     

    Caleb

    Naomi is my muse. I knew it the moment she checked me in to my room at this quaint old inn. I came here for a change of scenery and inspiration, but wasn't prepared for her. The only problem now is I don't want to be left alone to work on my art. I want to paint her. Need to paint her. More than that, I need her near me as much as possible. She may be too busy running an inn to sit and model for me, but I've got bigger plans. And those plans do not involve checking out of this inn anytime soon.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthor Abby Knox, LLC
    Release dateAug 24, 2022
    ISBN9798215400203
    Accidentally Inn Love
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    Abby Knox

    Abby Knox writes feel-good, high-heat romance that she herself would want to read. Readers have described her stories as quirky, sexy, adorable, and hilarious. All of that adds up to Abby’s overall goal in life: to be kind and to have fun! Abby’s favorite tropes include: Forced proximity, opposites attract, grumpy/sunshine, age gap, boss/employee, fated mates/insta-love, and more. Abby is heavily influenced by Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Gilmore Girls, and LOST. But don't worry, she won’t ever make you suffer like Luke & Lorelai. If any or all of that connects with you, then you came to the right place.

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      Book preview

      Accidentally Inn Love - Abby Knox

      Chapter One

      Caleb

      I stare at this blank canvas, but nothing is coming to me.

      I had thought that a change of scenery from my tiny one-bedroom condo in the city would help. Maybe spark an idea.

      When I found this charming colonial-style inn online, it seemed like the perfect place. Small town, lots of trees, a lake, and rolling hills.

      Plus the name: Fate. Seems like a perfect spot to create my masterpiece. Or anything at all.

      Upon arrival, the entire town took me by surprise. The bustling downtown square had a brewpub, a couple of cozy restaurants, a yarn store, an art gallery, old factories remodeled into shops, offices, apartments, and performing arts centers. Fate really had me at Home of the world’s largest ball of yarn. That exhibit on the bustling square led me to pick up a brochure for The Curiosity Spot, which turned out to be a modest hill in some farmer’s backyard, which threw off my phone compass a bit. The woman running the gift shop had quite a gift of gab. She reminded me of my grandmother, so I bought six souvenir shot glasses that I did not need.

      You would think all that exploration would spark something. Or at least help me relax my racing, unproductive thoughts. Why wouldn’t it? Everything around me is charming and wholesome as fuck.

      Something is wrong with me.

      My room, and its view, is the icing on the cake. I have a balcony overlooking the hills and the lake in the distance. It has enough room for my canvas, a chair, and a table with my painting supplies. Straight underneath my balcony is an herb garden. I can smell the rosemary.

      And yet here I sit, uninspired.

      Who am I kidding? I know exactly what the problem is.

      There’s nothing wrong with this inn, the view, balcony, or this charming town, or my brushes or paints.

      The problem is with the owner of this inn.

      When I stare at my canvas, all I see is her face.

      Naomi.

      Even her name is like a song.

      And that’s a problem. I don’t paint people, especially not faces. I do still lifes, landscapes. Animals. Abstract. I don’t do the human form. I’ve never been able to get them just right.

      But something about her, Naomi, makes me want to paint her.

      Her easy smile and accent hit me first.

      Welcome to the Braeburn Inn. What can I do for you?

      Already, I’d felt a stirring in my lower half. Shit. Bad timing for a hard-on.

      A temporary brain fog occurred—a hazy pink fog with her being the only thing not blurry in my world—and I forgot what I was doing there.

      Baxter, Caleb, was all I’d managed to say. Like I was reading the phone book.

      She’d squinted then, assessing me. My stature? My character? Who knows what secret magical powers she possessed to size me up. Then, she’d smiled and flipped through an ancient-looking leather-bound datebook.

      Babbling to fill the silence, I’d corrected myself. I mean Caleb Baxter, my last name is Baxter. I have a reservation. I should have started with that.

      She’d smiled mischievously, and my body responded with a twitching in my drawers. I was a goner. Oh, I know who you are.

      Those six words sent me. That had been the moment I’d been waiting for, for my entire career as an artist.

      You do? Where have you seen my work?

      The confusion on her face told me I’d made yet another mistake.

      Oh no, sweetie. I remember you from when you booked over the phone. It was such a unique name, that’s all.

      Oh. Right. Sorry. I could feel my face flood with heat. And yet, my stirring cock didn’t flag one bit. In fact, the longer we talked, the harder I became. My outright humiliation did not matter; my need to be in her presence outweighed all sense of self-preservation.

      And where exactly would I have seen your work, Caleb?

      I should never go out in public. I should have turned tail and left right then. I’d wanted to crawl under a bridge and talk to the birds for the rest of my life because I did not want to go on with that interaction. Except, I was transfixed. Frozen to the spot.

      So, I doubled down on my egotistical artist persona, like an asshole. I named a few of the spaces and galleries that featured my work. Plus, my alma mater, which still displayed in a dark corner several of my dust-covered paintings that had won national awards. And, of course, the kicker—a slowly growing portfolio of public murals

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