Amey loves writing about different places because she grew up moving all around the United States. In her books, she explores the whole world. She is also the author of Baker’s Dozen, a Romantic Suspense Mystery. The Swiss Mishap won a Swoony for 2019’s Best New Adult Contemporary Romance.
She lives with her husband and three children near Austin, TX. Follow her on BookBub @ameyzeigler and sign up for her newsletter at www.ameyzeigler.com
For the last twelve years, more than half her life, Lainey Peterson has prepared to design, create, and produce quality chocolate bars. But when she discovers her chocolate internship at Switzerland’s prestigious Alpine Foods has been canceled, she vows to do whatever it takes to get to Chocolate.
Yves Claremont, a young, ambitious department chair, would sacrifice everything to rise to vice president at Alpine Foods and redeem his father’s name. Impressed with Lainey’s resume and charming determination, Yves offers her an internship in his Pet Care department, promising a recommendation for Chocolate if she does well.
Lainey is drawn to the enigmatic and passionate Yves Claremont. He cannot deny his growing attraction to her. But inter-office relationships are strictly forbidden by Alpine Foods, and a perceptive co-worker, jealous of Yves’ success, will undermine Yves and Lainey any way he can.
A pair of three-foot-long, hooked bypass loppers came through the gray maze, held above some unseen head. It attracted the attention of several cubicle dwellers, who popped up their heads like gophers. Some even followed the pair of loppers as the tool danced in the air through the maze, drawing closer and finally stopping.
At Lainey’s desk.
M. Claremont peeked from behind the loppers. “Your watch, mademoiselle.” His eyes flashed with seriousness, his lips in a straight line.
Lainey stuck out her hand in utter amazement. He slipped one curved tine under her faux leather straps and with a snip, cut it in two. It fell to her desk with a clank. On the back it said, Made in China.
The crowd whispered among themselves.
He held out his hand to the red velvet box. “Please oblige me by wearing the Swiss watch.”
With her eyes rooted to him, she released the watch from the box. When she fumbled with the latch, she glanced down. In a swift movement, he dropped the loppers, trapping them between his knees, and bent to help her. His soft touch warmed her skin.
“Now you have an appropriate and functioning watch.” He held her wrist for a split second longer than necessary. Tucking the loppers under his arm, he pivoted, strode through the parting crowd and disappeared behind the doors.