A borough for your heart
f western Pennsylvania, Ava couldn't shake the feeling t
ed to be burned into her mind's eye, taunting her at every turn. The words he had rumbled huskily to silence her protests before their lips could
self to become unraveled all over again by the memory of Logan's masculine potency, of the blistering promise of rapture t
it of a wealthy husband. Ava's passion was her work - righting the injustices of urban squalor and economic in
stood for. He was a tantalizing flame, to be sure...but one that threatened to burn away th
palms would feel cupping and kneading the soft flesh like a conquering explorer laying claim. How the rasp of his day's faint stubble would feel scoring deliciously against her sensitized skin as his wicked mouth blazed a path of worship from her collarbone down to the peaked begging tips... Ava's breath escaped i
fed against her family's glittering wealthy social circles, Ava had to admit there was something exquisitely luxurious about flying by pri
lling hills and farmland arrayed in a sprawling verdant tapestry gave way to the first signs of civilization. Soon the tangled concret
travelled, no matter how globalized and cosmopolitan her perspective became...this gritty former steel town
formative stages. It's what had sparked her passion for urban regeneration and given her the bullish de
iously lurked at the prospect of being surrounded by her family and their overbearing expectations. Her father Harrison and mother Sophia had a
ebutante. Their massive steel conglomerate fortune afforded them every conceivable luxury and status symbol - all
s voiced crackled over the intercom system, jarring Ava from her troubled contemplat
on as the city's skyscrapers began rising majestically into view. So much history and potential in that iconic s
he pinnacle of the Westbrook dynasty. How would the arrogant mogul react if he could see her now, she wondered? Returning to her rich-gi
how deliciously he scorched through her tenderest senses. It was high time she steeled her focus and convictions on what tr
houlders. She was Ava Campbell, daughter of one of the world's most storied industrial baronies and god-knew how many generations of Pennsylvania stee
ruition a grand, ethical vision of progressive urban renaissance for all people --
estbrook...then so be it. She would relish the challenge of expanding thei
now, where she could steel her convictions and redouble her efforts with her family's full knowledge and support. With the grounding
memory soon enough. After all -- how could such a blazing su