Blurb:
Isabella DaSilva, a fiery grad student
from Cornell's wine program is eager to leave her past behind her and forge a
future in the vineyards of the West as an apprentice at Chateau Sauvage, a
winery seeking to produce wine like no other California wineries had so far --
Rhone varietals.
She arrives at Chateau Sauvage to find that wine might not be her only interest. The winemaker, Jonathan Sauvage, is tall, dark, and handsome, and clearly in need of help. Together, they work to make a pioneering wine in an effort to keep the struggling winery afloat. Each struggles with their demons -- hers in the form of a painful and mysterious past; his created by memories of what once might have been. In the process, they find that the pain of their shattered pasts fit together perfectly, making their union as perfect as the wine it produces.
A Rare Vintage features an intense and commanding hero who isn’t afraid to ask for help, and a woman who knows that while she might technically be the apprentice, she has plenty to teach Jonathan Sauvage.
This book is the first in the Wine Country Romance series.
She arrives at Chateau Sauvage to find that wine might not be her only interest. The winemaker, Jonathan Sauvage, is tall, dark, and handsome, and clearly in need of help. Together, they work to make a pioneering wine in an effort to keep the struggling winery afloat. Each struggles with their demons -- hers in the form of a painful and mysterious past; his created by memories of what once might have been. In the process, they find that the pain of their shattered pasts fit together perfectly, making their union as perfect as the wine it produces.
A Rare Vintage features an intense and commanding hero who isn’t afraid to ask for help, and a woman who knows that while she might technically be the apprentice, she has plenty to teach Jonathan Sauvage.
This book is the first in the Wine Country Romance series.
Goodreads link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17875120-a-rare-vintage
Excerpt:
That
afternoon, Isabella let herself into the barn after lunch and began readying
some of the blends they'd made for tasting. Jonathan came through the door
minutes later, and she had the sensation that he'd been waiting for her, though
she hadn't seen him outside. She'd managed, for most of the day, to focus on
work only, and had found some relief from her tumultuous emotions in the simple
work out in the rows.
"When
we're ready, I've got the bottler on call," Jonathan said, striding across
the open floor to where she stood at the tasting counter.
She
turned to look at him and wished she hadn't. The light filtering through the
narrow windows at the top of the barn caught his hair, showing golden strands
among the dark curls. His muscles rippled and gripped as he walked, noticeable
through the thin jeans and plaid shirt he wore. She resisted the urge to run
into his arms, to feel the strength of his chest. More than that, she sensed
that she wanted to comfort him, take away whatever pain Charlotte had caused.
"You
okay?" Jonathan asked her, his eyes crinkling in the corners as he gazed
down at her.
She
hadn't realized she'd been openly staring as he approached.
"Fine,"
she said, turning away quickly. She poured a few tastes for them each, from the
various blends. They tasted in silence, side by side. "There's a
competition that I think we'll want to enter," she said, not looking at
him as she spoke after a moment. "It's local, for new blends or pioneering
varietals."
They
reached for one of the bottles at the same moment, their hands touching.
Isabella
inhaled sharply, as if she'd been stung. The jolt she felt at his touch was
more than she'd been prepared for. She struggled not to allow all of her armor
to fall. "Sorry," she whispered.
Jonathan
laughed, a low husky sound. "My fault," he said softly.
She
took the bottle she'd been reaching for. "I think this is our entry,"
she said, chancing a glance at his face.
Jonathan
was staring at her; the realization sent another jolt through her. The look in
his eyes was dark and there was something behind it that made it seem like
flames danced in the backs of the amber orbs.
Isabella's
breathing became shallow, faster. She tried to control it, but under his heavy
gaze she found her body igniting, as if he was touching her.
He
continued to stare, his own breathing coming heavier. "Isabella," he
said finally, his voice like gravel.
Bio:
Delancey Stewart is the author of Through a Dusty Window: New York City
Stories 1910-2001 and A Rare Vintage,
the first in her Wine Country Romance Series. A Rare Vintage releases on May 31st.She is also working on the Girlfriends of Gotham Series for Swoon Romance. The first book, Men and Martinis, will be released in fall 2013.
Stewart has lived on both coasts, in big cities and small towns. She's been a pharmaceutical rep, a personal trainer and a wine seller. Despite lots of other interests, she has always been a writer in some way shape or form.
A military spouse and the mother of two small boys, her current job titles include pirate captain, monster hunter, Lego assembler and story reader. She tackles all these efforts at her current home in Southern Maryland.
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