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Blurb
After
her husband’s death two years ago, erotic romance author Liz Anderson moved
home to small-town Angel Bay to heal her broken heart. So when her best friend
fixes her up with a single father ten years her junior, she doesn’t expect
much. But this hot young chef is igniting her long-dormant passion.
With a three-year-old daughter to raise and a restaurant to run, the last thing Luc Rossi’s life has room for is love. After his fiancée’s betrayal, he isn’t sure he believes in it anyway. His colleague’s matchmaking attempt is awkward at best, but what can he do except play the gentleman? Liz ends up being smart, charming, and sexy, and he can’t resist her.
An offer to teach her to cook leads to a steamy fling, but this gorgeous older woman makes Luc wonder if it’s time to open his heart again. Can he convince Liz that giving their relationship a chance beyond the bedroom wouldn’t be a betrayal of the past she holds dear?
With a three-year-old daughter to raise and a restaurant to run, the last thing Luc Rossi’s life has room for is love. After his fiancée’s betrayal, he isn’t sure he believes in it anyway. His colleague’s matchmaking attempt is awkward at best, but what can he do except play the gentleman? Liz ends up being smart, charming, and sexy, and he can’t resist her.
An offer to teach her to cook leads to a steamy fling, but this gorgeous older woman makes Luc wonder if it’s time to open his heart again. Can he convince Liz that giving their relationship a chance beyond the bedroom wouldn’t be a betrayal of the past she holds dear?
Excerpt
Halfway down the alley, he pivoted
and stalked back in her direction. He glared at her, as if somehow all this was
her fault.
“I was dying to let every single one
of those guys know you’re mine.”
Liz could only stare, stunned. So
she was right. He was jealous. What was worse, the intensity in his gaze sent a
fierce yearning rolling through her belly in hot little waves. Daniel had
looked at her like that once. Right before he decked some guy for making a pass
at her.
Every limb shaking, she squared her
shoulders, trying her damnedest to get her equilibrium back. It didn’t matter
why he was behaving like a Neanderthal or how sexy he looked doing it. He had
no right. “You do realize it’s going to be all over town by tomorrow?”
Something flashed across the
recesses of his eyes that she didn’t catch before his jaw tightened and his
expression blanked. He stalked to the end of the alley, where the blacktop met
the sidewalk, and stared out at the street beyond. “It was all I could think
of. The way he looked at you, I knew exactly what he was thinking, and you were
standing there, frozen in fear.”
Liz folded her arms. It was a meager
defense, but it was all she had left. “I wasn’t afraid of him. I could have
handled him if I’d had to. My father was a police officer. He taught me how to
take care of myself. So did my husband. I know self-defense, and I’m a damn
good shot. I—”
Luc pivoted around, eyes wide with
surprise. “You know how to shoot a gun?”
“Daniel insisted I learn. I have a
nine millimeter, and I have a permit to carry concealed, though I’ve never had
the guts to actually carry it on me.” She frowned, unsure who she was more
irritated with: him for getting to her or herself for responding. “The point
being, I could have dropped him if I’d needed to. But I didn’t.”
Luc cocked a brow, clearly
challenging her assertion. “Then why did you look so panicked? Who the hell was
that guy?”
She heaved a sigh. He had her there.
Damn it. “An overzealous fan. He kept going on and on about my writing, and
people were starting to stare.”
But that was neither here or there.
It was past time to end this insanity.
“Look, I have no idea what to expect
after a one-night stand. That’s essentially what we shared, isn’t it? So, I
expected we’d said our goodbyes and we wouldn’t see each other again. When I
didn’t hear from you, I figured we were going our separate ways. I get it. But
I’m fairly certain that means you forfeit your right to be jealous. I appreciate
the concern, but I’m a big girl. I can handle myself.”
Without waiting for a reply, she
pivoted on her heel and stalked from the alleyway, heading for the safety of
the booth as fast as her legs could carry her. Whatever the hell this was, she
was backing out now, because alarms bells were sounding in her head.
Author bio and links
J.M.
Stewart is a coffee and chocolate addict who lives in the Pacific Northwest
with her husband, two sons and two very spoiled dogs. She’s a hopeless romantic
who believes everybody should have their happily ever after and has been
devouring romance novels for as long as she can remember. Writing them has
become her obsession.
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