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February 18, 2021
Four Weddings and a Swamp Boat Tour
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Coming February 23rd, book six in the Boys of the Bayou series!
A sexy, fun, laugh-out-loud friends-with-benefits rom com!
“Goodnight, Paige,” he finally said.
“Goodnight, Mitch.”
They still just stood looking at each other.
“You need to go to your room,” he said, his voice a little tight.
“I will. You too.”
“Yeah, but—” He sighed. “You’re right by my door.”
She looked at the closed bedroom door again. And smiled. “I guess I am.”
She didn’t want to torture the guy. He was trying to be noble. Or something. But she wouldn’t deny that she liked that resisting her would be difficult.
“You need to move away from my bedroom door, Paige.” His voice was a little gruffer.
“You’re in my way of getting to my bedroom too,” she pointed out.
“But are you tempted to throw me over your shoulder and say to hell with all of your good intentions? Already? Within twenty minutes of deciding you even have good intentions?”
She laughed even as warmth filled her. Not just heat. Not lusty heat anyway. But a feel-good warmth that she didn’t quite
understand. But she liked it. “Kind of.”
He swallowed hard. Then said, “Go to bed, Paige.”
She moved to the right, away from his door. As he came forward, she playfully pressed her back against the far wall.
He smiled, in spite of himself, and went to his bedroom door. He twisted the knob but paused and looked over at her.
She inched her way toward her bedroom, still against the wall. When she got to her door she reached for the knob and shot him a
smile. “Goodnight, Mitch.”
“’Night.”
“And I’m just right here if you have any night time needs. Bad dreams.” She paused. “Good dreams.”
“Stop it.”
“Stop what? Just being a good friend.” She grinned.
“My dreams might include white dresses and tuxes,” he warned.
Again, no sense of oh shit. Instead she tipped her head. “You’re pretty good at bringing all of that up without asking the four-word question.”
He didn’t comment on that. “See you in the morning.”
“Okay.” She gave him another smile, then slipped into her room, feeling his eyes still on her until the door shut.
She slumped against it, pressing her hand to her stomach.
Dammit. She really liked him.
It was really too bad they weren’t going to kiss anymore.
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“Goodnight, Paige,” he finally said.
“Goodnight, Mitch.”
They still just stood looking at each other.
“You need to go to your room,” he said, his voice a little tight.
“I will. You too.”
“Yeah, but—” He sighed. “You’re right by my door.”
She looked at the closed bedroom door again. And smiled. “I guess I am.”
She didn’t want to torture the guy. He was trying to be noble. Or something. But she wouldn’t deny that she liked that resisting her would be difficult.
“You need to move away from my bedroom door, Paige.” His voice was a little gruffer.
“You’re in my way of getting to my bedroom too,” she pointed out.
“But are you tempted to throw me over your shoulder and say to hell with all of your good intentions? Already? Within twenty minutes of deciding you even have good intentions?”
She laughed even as warmth filled her. Not just heat. Not lusty heat anyway. But a feel-good warmth that she didn’t quite
understand. But she liked it. “Kind of.”
He swallowed hard. Then said, “Go to bed, Paige.”
She moved to the right, away from his door. As he came forward, she playfully pressed her back against the far wall.
He smiled, in spite of himself, and went to his bedroom door. He twisted the knob but paused and looked over at her.
She inched her way toward her bedroom, still against the wall. When she got to her door she reached for the knob and shot him a
smile. “Goodnight, Mitch.”
“’Night.”
“And I’m just right here if you have any night time needs. Bad dreams.” She paused. “Good dreams.”
“Stop it.”
“Stop what? Just being a good friend.” She grinned.
“My dreams might include white dresses and tuxes,” he warned.
Again, no sense of oh shit. Instead she tipped her head. “You’re pretty good at bringing all of that up without asking the four-word question.”
He didn’t comment on that. “See you in the morning.”
“Okay.” She gave him another smile, then slipped into her room, feeling his eyes still on her until the door shut.
She slumped against it, pressing her hand to her stomach.
Dammit. She really liked him.
It was really too bad they weren’t going to kiss anymore.
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February 14, 2021
My Best Friend's Mardi Gras Wedding
My Best Friend's Mardi Gras Wedding is now the start to a six book series with a spin-off coming in 2021!
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“I have a wedding to go to. Actually, a whole wedding extravaganza,” she said. She rolled her eyes. “It’s a multi-day thing. It’s my best friend’s wedding. And I could use…a date.”
The way she paused in front of a date made him curious. “Just a date?”
She wet her lips. “Well…”
For a moment, he was distracted by those lips. Unable to help himself, he lowered his head again and kissed her. She sure as hell didn’t push him away. She fisted the front of his Boys of the Bayou T-shirt and got up on her tiptoes.
The kiss was long and sweet, but eventually, she pulled back. She stared up at him as if a little dazed. He knew the feeling.
“So, this date,” he prompted, not moving back out of her space one millimeter.
She smiled, as if she’d forgotten what they’d been talking about before the kiss.
“Right. Well, I need a date, yes. But not just any date. It has to be you and you have to be…”
“I’m in. What do I have to be?” There was no way in hell he wasn’t going to this wedding, and whatever else, with her. A chance to spend a few days with her? Hell yes, he was in.
“You have to act like you’re crazy about me,” she said, softly. Almost sheepishly.
He laughed at that. “I think I can pull that off.”
She smiled, but said, “I mean, actually, seriously into me. Like we’ve got a relationship. Like we’ve been talking regularly over the past year. Like you’re…my…you know…”
“Your you know what?” He loved the blush on her cheeks and the way she was stumbling over her words. Victoria Kramer clearly didn’t realize that he’d do anything she needed him to do.
She blew out a breath. “My boyfriend.”
“Done.” Could he play her crazy-about-her boyfriend for a few days? Probably too well.
“Yeah?” She looked so sweet and adorable looking up at him as if he was her knight in shining armor.
“Fuck yeah.” He softened his voice too. “Tori, I’ve been thinking about you for almost a year. I went to that bar four times last night. I’ve been pissed off and frustrated all damned day that I didn’t see you. I’ve mentally mapped out a route from here to Iowa. Even though I don’t even know where in Iowa you’re from. I am feeling crazy here, and I’d love to get to know you better, and if you’re here for the next few days, I’m right there with you.”
She seemed to need a moment to take all of that in, but she finally let out a breath, in obvious relief. “That’s…amazing. Thank you.”
“But…” he said, as everything sunk in and he was able to think about something other than how much he wanted to get her naked. Right now. “…why do I need to play the boyfriend-of-a-year role? I mean, I’m happy to,” he added. “But sounds like there’s more to this story.”
She nodded. And winced. “There is.”
“Is there an ex who’s going to be there or something?” Oh yeah, he’d love that. He’d be happy to show some loser that he never should have let her go…and keep him far from her over the next few days.
“Not that, exactly.”
“You need to keep your grandmother from setting you up with some guy you have no interest in?” That he could also absolutely do. In fact, if his job here, in any way, involved him keeping her away from other men, he was definitely in.
She smiled. “Not that either. I um… Last night, when I went to the bar and was so excited to see you…I saw someone who reminded me of you and I um…kind of…kissed him.”
Josh processed that, and the stupid surge of jealousy he felt. “You kissed another guy last night?”
She nodded. “I thought it was you.”
He frowned. “How?”
“He was built like you. And you both have beards. And it was in Bourbon O. And he saw me and clearly recognized me. Oh, and he was wearing a mask,” she added quickly.
Okay, yeah, that was important information. That helped a little.
“So, I thought it was you and I…kissed him.”
“And what does that have to do with this wedding?” Josh asked, feeling like he was still missing something.
“Uh…” She bit her bottom lip, then squeezed her eyes shut and said, “It was the groom.”
Oh. Yeah, that could be a problem.
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“I have a wedding to go to. Actually, a whole wedding extravaganza,” she said. She rolled her eyes. “It’s a multi-day thing. It’s my best friend’s wedding. And I could use…a date.”
The way she paused in front of a date made him curious. “Just a date?”
She wet her lips. “Well…”
For a moment, he was distracted by those lips. Unable to help himself, he lowered his head again and kissed her. She sure as hell didn’t push him away. She fisted the front of his Boys of the Bayou T-shirt and got up on her tiptoes.
The kiss was long and sweet, but eventually, she pulled back. She stared up at him as if a little dazed. He knew the feeling.
“So, this date,” he prompted, not moving back out of her space one millimeter.
She smiled, as if she’d forgotten what they’d been talking about before the kiss.
“Right. Well, I need a date, yes. But not just any date. It has to be you and you have to be…”
“I’m in. What do I have to be?” There was no way in hell he wasn’t going to this wedding, and whatever else, with her. A chance to spend a few days with her? Hell yes, he was in.
“You have to act like you’re crazy about me,” she said, softly. Almost sheepishly.
He laughed at that. “I think I can pull that off.”
She smiled, but said, “I mean, actually, seriously into me. Like we’ve got a relationship. Like we’ve been talking regularly over the past year. Like you’re…my…you know…”
“Your you know what?” He loved the blush on her cheeks and the way she was stumbling over her words. Victoria Kramer clearly didn’t realize that he’d do anything she needed him to do.
She blew out a breath. “My boyfriend.”
“Done.” Could he play her crazy-about-her boyfriend for a few days? Probably too well.
“Yeah?” She looked so sweet and adorable looking up at him as if he was her knight in shining armor.
“Fuck yeah.” He softened his voice too. “Tori, I’ve been thinking about you for almost a year. I went to that bar four times last night. I’ve been pissed off and frustrated all damned day that I didn’t see you. I’ve mentally mapped out a route from here to Iowa. Even though I don’t even know where in Iowa you’re from. I am feeling crazy here, and I’d love to get to know you better, and if you’re here for the next few days, I’m right there with you.”
She seemed to need a moment to take all of that in, but she finally let out a breath, in obvious relief. “That’s…amazing. Thank you.”
“But…” he said, as everything sunk in and he was able to think about something other than how much he wanted to get her naked. Right now. “…why do I need to play the boyfriend-of-a-year role? I mean, I’m happy to,” he added. “But sounds like there’s more to this story.”
She nodded. And winced. “There is.”
“Is there an ex who’s going to be there or something?” Oh yeah, he’d love that. He’d be happy to show some loser that he never should have let her go…and keep him far from her over the next few days.
“Not that, exactly.”
“You need to keep your grandmother from setting you up with some guy you have no interest in?” That he could also absolutely do. In fact, if his job here, in any way, involved him keeping her away from other men, he was definitely in.
She smiled. “Not that either. I um… Last night, when I went to the bar and was so excited to see you…I saw someone who reminded me of you and I um…kind of…kissed him.”
Josh processed that, and the stupid surge of jealousy he felt. “You kissed another guy last night?”
She nodded. “I thought it was you.”
He frowned. “How?”
“He was built like you. And you both have beards. And it was in Bourbon O. And he saw me and clearly recognized me. Oh, and he was wearing a mask,” she added quickly.
Okay, yeah, that was important information. That helped a little.
“So, I thought it was you and I…kissed him.”
“And what does that have to do with this wedding?” Josh asked, feeling like he was still missing something.
“Uh…” She bit her bottom lip, then squeezed her eyes shut and said, “It was the groom.”
Oh. Yeah, that could be a problem.
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January 9, 2021
Ollie and Piper are coming soon!
Gimme S'more, the sixth (and last) book in the Hot Cakes series is coming next week!!
Piper Barry was in love with an amazing, brilliant, funny, good-looking man.
Who, at least twice a day, she wanted to smother with the stuffed dragon that sat on the corner of his desk.
Okay, maybe not smother. That was extreme.
But duct tape over his mouth? Oh yeah, she thought about that often.
“Is spit better than snot?” Oliver Caprinelli, that man—and her boss—asked her as she crossed his office to refill the water pitcher by the window.
“In every single context, yes.” Piper was also aware that in any other workplace with any other boss, that question would be strange. Here though, not so much.
On her way back past his desk, she set the two folders and the manila envelope she carried in front of him. He was just one of her five bosses and the least likely to open those folders or that envelope. She put them down anyway.
“Grant said that a soda flavor called unicorn piss wouldn’t sell well,” Ollie said, almost as if he was thinking out loud.
He did that a lot. Thought out loud.
That never stopped Piper from chiming in though.
“And you think that calling it unicorn snot would make it sell better?”
This wasn’t even the strangest conversation she’d ever had with Ollie.
“Wouldn’t you assume that unicorn piss or snot tasted good?”
She wrinkled her nose. “No.”
“Why not?”
“Uh, piss and snot.”
“But unicorn,” he insisted.
“I have never, not once, thought about the taste of unicorn… anything.”
“Well, think about it now. Yes, good?”
What she thought was that working for Oliver Caprinelli would be a lot better if he didn’t think out loud.
If he just sat there looking cute, things would be great.
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Piper Barry was in love with an amazing, brilliant, funny, good-looking man.
Who, at least twice a day, she wanted to smother with the stuffed dragon that sat on the corner of his desk.
Okay, maybe not smother. That was extreme.
But duct tape over his mouth? Oh yeah, she thought about that often.
“Is spit better than snot?” Oliver Caprinelli, that man—and her boss—asked her as she crossed his office to refill the water pitcher by the window.
“In every single context, yes.” Piper was also aware that in any other workplace with any other boss, that question would be strange. Here though, not so much.
On her way back past his desk, she set the two folders and the manila envelope she carried in front of him. He was just one of her five bosses and the least likely to open those folders or that envelope. She put them down anyway.
“Grant said that a soda flavor called unicorn piss wouldn’t sell well,” Ollie said, almost as if he was thinking out loud.
He did that a lot. Thought out loud.
That never stopped Piper from chiming in though.
“And you think that calling it unicorn snot would make it sell better?”
This wasn’t even the strangest conversation she’d ever had with Ollie.
“Wouldn’t you assume that unicorn piss or snot tasted good?”
She wrinkled her nose. “No.”
“Why not?”
“Uh, piss and snot.”
“But unicorn,” he insisted.
“I have never, not once, thought about the taste of unicorn… anything.”
“Well, think about it now. Yes, good?”
What she thought was that working for Oliver Caprinelli would be a lot better if he didn’t think out loud.
If he just sat there looking cute, things would be great.
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December 15, 2020
Sneak Peek at Gimme S'more!
An hour later, he was standing outside her hotel room door.
“Piper! It’s me!” He pounded on the door with his closed fist. Again. He’d already knocked. Then pounded. Now he was pounding again and wondering how much he’d have to pay the hotel manager, Stan, to get a key to Piper’s room.
They had the only two suites on this floor so he wasn’t bothering anyone else with his yelling. He could maybe get the heavy lamp by his window and knock her door down. That would probably bother Ken, but Ollie could deal with that later.
“Pi—”
Her door swung open in the middle of her name.
Piper stood there staring at him with wide eyes. “Somebody better be in the hospital or you’d better be bleeding from a major artery.”
He heard what she said. But he couldn’t process an answer. Because Piper was standing in the doorway in a robe, with her hair wrapped up in a towel on top of her head.
The robe was black. And silky. And short. Very short.
It wrapped around her and tied in the front, as robes did, and created a deep V between her breasts.
Her gorgeous, very generous—and did he mention gorgeous?—breasts.
Ollie was a little clueless—even he would admit that—but he wasn’t dead. Which meant that he’d noticed Piper’s very generous curves long ago.
The way she dressed would have made it impossible not to. Her dresses were bright and unusual and even the ones that didn’t hug her hips and ass, caressed her breasts. She also drew attention to all those curves with big belts and bright scarves and other accessories.
The woman liked to draw attention to herself and he always happily gave it.
This robe was nothing like any of those dresses. It wasn’t brightly colored. There were no earrings, no wedge heels, no bows. Just a lot of silk—both in the robe and the skin that stretched below the short hem.
He’d never seen her dressed like this. Not in any of the five years he’d known her. She was always put together, perfectly coordinated, looking kick ass, and untouchable.
Now she looked… very fucking touchable.
Except for the look on her face. And the way she propped her hand on her hip.
“Oliver,” she said firmly.
His gaze lifted to her face. Away from her legs.
Damn, the girl had some great legs.
That shouldn’t be a new revelation. She wore skirts and heels every day. He’d definitely noticed her legs before.
But there was something about this robe or her hair being up in a towel or the way she smelled or this doorway or… he had no idea, but this was different. Her legs had never looked like this.
“Oliver,” she said again, snapping her fingers in front of his face.
“What?”
“What?” she repeated. “You’re beating on my door, scaring the hell out of me, making me get out of the shower to come see what was wrong with you, and you’re asking me what?”
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“Piper! It’s me!” He pounded on the door with his closed fist. Again. He’d already knocked. Then pounded. Now he was pounding again and wondering how much he’d have to pay the hotel manager, Stan, to get a key to Piper’s room.
They had the only two suites on this floor so he wasn’t bothering anyone else with his yelling. He could maybe get the heavy lamp by his window and knock her door down. That would probably bother Ken, but Ollie could deal with that later.
“Pi—”
Her door swung open in the middle of her name.
Piper stood there staring at him with wide eyes. “Somebody better be in the hospital or you’d better be bleeding from a major artery.”
He heard what she said. But he couldn’t process an answer. Because Piper was standing in the doorway in a robe, with her hair wrapped up in a towel on top of her head.
The robe was black. And silky. And short. Very short.
It wrapped around her and tied in the front, as robes did, and created a deep V between her breasts.
Her gorgeous, very generous—and did he mention gorgeous?—breasts.
Ollie was a little clueless—even he would admit that—but he wasn’t dead. Which meant that he’d noticed Piper’s very generous curves long ago.
The way she dressed would have made it impossible not to. Her dresses were bright and unusual and even the ones that didn’t hug her hips and ass, caressed her breasts. She also drew attention to all those curves with big belts and bright scarves and other accessories.
The woman liked to draw attention to herself and he always happily gave it.
This robe was nothing like any of those dresses. It wasn’t brightly colored. There were no earrings, no wedge heels, no bows. Just a lot of silk—both in the robe and the skin that stretched below the short hem.
He’d never seen her dressed like this. Not in any of the five years he’d known her. She was always put together, perfectly coordinated, looking kick ass, and untouchable.
Now she looked… very fucking touchable.
Except for the look on her face. And the way she propped her hand on her hip.
“Oliver,” she said firmly.
His gaze lifted to her face. Away from her legs.
Damn, the girl had some great legs.
That shouldn’t be a new revelation. She wore skirts and heels every day. He’d definitely noticed her legs before.
But there was something about this robe or her hair being up in a towel or the way she smelled or this doorway or… he had no idea, but this was different. Her legs had never looked like this.
“Oliver,” she said again, snapping her fingers in front of his face.
“What?”
“What?” she repeated. “You’re beating on my door, scaring the hell out of me, making me get out of the shower to come see what was wrong with you, and you’re asking me what?”
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December 1, 2020
Must Love Alligators
“I didn’t know you were attracted to me.”
“Bullshit,” he chided.
Finally, she gave him a half-smile. “Okay, maybe I thought you were a little. But I think I thought that I was just the first girl who hadn’t fallen at your feet and you were determined to figure out what that was about.”
He nodded slowly. Interesting that she’d realized that about him. “That was part of it. At first.”
“I knew it.”
“But just at first,” he said. “I’ve been thinking about you for six months.” He thought about his next words and decided that this confession was important. “I haven’t been with anyone since that crazy night when I made a total ass of myself with you and we had the most awkward non-kiss ever.”
She blushed, but still looked intrigued. “You haven’t?” she asked softly. “Really?”
“Really. And, trust me, that’s unusual.”
She arched an eyebrow. “Oh, I trust you on that.”
He chuckled. “You’re not my type. I didn’t even kiss you. But I can’t stop thinking about you. So I’m pretty glad you’re here and pretty glad you were hoping to see me.”
“You’re not my type either,” she said. But she sounded just puzzled by that. “But maybe that’s why I wanted to come and see if that feeling was still here.”
“What feeling?” His voice was a little gruff without him even trying.
“The feeling of I-want-more-of-that in spite of knowing that didn’t make any sense."
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“Bullshit,” he chided.
Finally, she gave him a half-smile. “Okay, maybe I thought you were a little. But I think I thought that I was just the first girl who hadn’t fallen at your feet and you were determined to figure out what that was about.”
He nodded slowly. Interesting that she’d realized that about him. “That was part of it. At first.”
“I knew it.”
“But just at first,” he said. “I’ve been thinking about you for six months.” He thought about his next words and decided that this confession was important. “I haven’t been with anyone since that crazy night when I made a total ass of myself with you and we had the most awkward non-kiss ever.”
She blushed, but still looked intrigued. “You haven’t?” she asked softly. “Really?”
“Really. And, trust me, that’s unusual.”
She arched an eyebrow. “Oh, I trust you on that.”
He chuckled. “You’re not my type. I didn’t even kiss you. But I can’t stop thinking about you. So I’m pretty glad you’re here and pretty glad you were hoping to see me.”
“You’re not my type either,” she said. But she sounded just puzzled by that. “But maybe that’s why I wanted to come and see if that feeling was still here.”
“What feeling?” His voice was a little gruff without him even trying.
“The feeling of I-want-more-of-that in spite of knowing that didn’t make any sense."
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November 18, 2020
Only one more week!
Oh, Fudge, the Christmas novella that crosses over between the Hot Cakes series and Boys of the Bayou series is almost here!
“Paige.”
She loved the way he said her name. Low and needy. The deep voice combined with the slow Louisiana drawl made heat pool in her belly and then slide lower, making her feel achy and tingly.
She was aware of every bit of her clothing rubbing and pressing and she wanted to tear them all off. She needed to be naked. She needed to be free to wrap herself around him and feel every inch of him against every inch of her. She wanted his hot skin and his possessive hands and his wet mouth and—
“Paige!”
That wasn’t a deep moaning sound. That was a sharp whisper.
Paige’s eyes snapped open.
Piper Barry, a friend and one of the women in her afternoon yoga class, was staring at her with wide eyes.
Paige abruptly came back to the moment.
And the yoga class she was teaching. Or that she was supposed to be teaching.
Damn. She’d gotten caught up in dirty daydreams about Mitch Landry.
Again.
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“Paige.”
She loved the way he said her name. Low and needy. The deep voice combined with the slow Louisiana drawl made heat pool in her belly and then slide lower, making her feel achy and tingly.
She was aware of every bit of her clothing rubbing and pressing and she wanted to tear them all off. She needed to be naked. She needed to be free to wrap herself around him and feel every inch of him against every inch of her. She wanted his hot skin and his possessive hands and his wet mouth and—
“Paige!”
That wasn’t a deep moaning sound. That was a sharp whisper.
Paige’s eyes snapped open.
Piper Barry, a friend and one of the women in her afternoon yoga class, was staring at her with wide eyes.
Paige abruptly came back to the moment.
And the yoga class she was teaching. Or that she was supposed to be teaching.
Damn. She’d gotten caught up in dirty daydreams about Mitch Landry.
Again.
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October 30, 2020
Oh...Fudge
“You made me fudge?”
Dammit. He looked pleased by that. He was so going to get the wrong idea. Especially when she told him the whole story. She sighed.
“Yeah. I made it around Christmas. I was going to mail it to you but then… I changed my mind.”
“You were going to send me fudge for Christmas?” he asked, his grin growing. He lifted a hand to her cheek.
“Yes. But then I realized that you’d think it meant I liked you and was thinking about you,” she said with an eye roll.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he said, his voice dropping and that drawl becoming more pronounced. “I know you like me and have been thinking of me.”
He was cocky. A little. Not overly. Not obnoxiously. But enough to be… hot. She did like confident men. “Well, you can not think that the fact that it’s chipotle fudge means anything,” she said.
His grin definitely grew with that. “You made me spicy fudge?”
“Spicy and sweet go together really well.”
He nodded, his grin turning into an almost smirk. “They sure do.”
“But it was just something I wanted to try, and since you eat all that crazy spicy food I thought you were someone I could send it to.”
“But then you realized that I’d think it meant you liked me.”
She blew out a breath. “Yeah.”
“Do you normally make chipotle fudge?”
“No.”
“Huh.”
“You’re thinking it, aren’t you?”
“That you like me? Yeah, I’m thinking it.”
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September 11, 2020
“I sincerely doubt I’d ever use the word ‘weird’ in regard to your ass.”
Semi-Sweet On You
Sept 15th
Erin Nicholas
“I think my butt looks really weird in this. Can you come look?” Whitney called from inside the powder room in her office.
Piper was out at her desk in the reception area of the Hot Cakes executive suites and this dress was hers. Whitney did not think she was pulling it off. At all. The other woman wore the pinup-style dresses and looked like a million bucks. But Piper had the curves for it. And the attitude. She was confident, sassy, and sexy.
Whitney knew she didn’t have the curves, and she was pretty sure she didn’t have even half the attitude.
She wasn’t ready for a dress like this.
“Seriously, I don’t have the curves for this,” she called. Piper might be on the phone, but Whitney really needed a second opinion.
“I sincerely doubt I’d ever use the word ‘weird’ in regard to your ass.”
Whitney swung around with a gasp. That was not Piper’s voice.
“But I’m very happy to take a look.”
Whitney sucked in a breath. Dammit. That was Cam.
Camden McCaffery.
One of the partners who owned Hot Cakes.
One of her new bosses.
Her ex.
Oh, and the guy who she was still sort of in love with.
Fuck.
She took another breath and then peeked around the edge of the door.
Cam was leaning against the doorjamb of her office door. Looking hot in a custom-tailored charcoal suit, the light blue shirt underneath unbuttoned at his throat. And cocky. As always. And amused.
“I thought Piper was out there,” Whitney said. Which was obvious. But what the hell else was she supposed to say?
“That’s who I came up to find too,” Cam said, stepping into Whitney’s office. “But she’s gone.”
“Gone?” Whitney asked. Piper knew she was in here trying on dresses.
Cam shrugged one big shoulder. “I guess.”
Whitney swallowed, her eyes on that shoulder. He was so… yeah, big. Wide. Solid. He’d always been muscular, but now he was… big. He had definitely changed over the years. Grown. Filled out. Gone from cute to oh-my-God hot.
Which was really unfortunate for a girl who was trying to her damnedest to be over him.
She’d seen him here and there. It seemed every time he was home to visit they ran into each other. Sometimes literally. Like the time she’d come around the big display of marshmallows at the end of aisle three at the grocery store and run directly into his chest. She’d jumped back, trying to avoid him touching her, and fallen right into that big stack of marshmallows. The entire store had come rushing to see what had happened.
And that wasn’t even the most embarrassing time.
“So come on,” he said, motioning her forward with his hand. “Let’s see.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “See what?”
“Your ass.” His lips curled on one end. “Isn’t that what you’re worried about?”
“I can wait for Piper.”
“Why?” He tucked his hands into his pockets. “I’m quite qualified to judge how a woman’s ass looks. In dresses. In jeans. In shorts.” He paused. “Out of all of those things.”
He was an ass. She couldn’t forget that. Of course, when he was an ass, it was on purpose. Especially when he was an ass to her. He was stubborn, had a quick temper, a deeply ingrained sense of justice and loyalty, and a pretty black and white view of how things should go, but he had never been an ass to her. He’d been downright sweet and protective and romantic and… sexy.
Until she’d broken his heart ten years ago.
So, yeah, she might deserve it a little. She knew that.
They’d been in love. He’d wanted her to go to college with him. When she’d said no, he’d wanted to stay in Appleby with her. So she’d broken up with him. No way could she have kept him here. But it had broken his heart.
And it certainly made working for him now a challenge. Hell, it made seeing him on Main Street a challenge.
But she had to breathe deeply, smile, let it roll off, and act professionally.
Good thing she’d been practicing all of those things for the past ten years working with her grandfather, father, and brother.
She was a fucking pro at letting male egos and snide remarks roll off.
It was why she drank wine. And kickboxed. And did yoga. More the kickboxing, but still.
“Come on, Whit. Let me see.”
Fine. What she’d learned about the men she’d been working with for the past ten years—yes, all her relatives—was that not letting them know they were getting to her was the most important thing.
She stepped out of the powder room, running her hands over her hips, smoothing the dress.
Cam’s eyes widened as she came into full view.
Yeah, take that.
Hey, she didn’t say the stuff out loud but that didn’t mean she didn’t think it. She schooled her features and just watched him taking her in.
His gaze tracked over her. Slowly. Twice.
Her whole damned body was tingling by the time he was done.
But she wasn’t going to let on that his biceps and tattoos and cocky smile got to her. And she was not going to react to him reacting to her.
Because he was. He really was.
His jaw was tight, he was standing straighter, and he looked as if he was putting every ounce of willpower into just standing there and not coming toward her.
It was probably really only about a minute, but it felt like she’d been standing there under his hot gaze for a week.
Finally he shifted his weight in a clear attempt to look more casual and lifted his gaze to hers.
“You’re gonna have to turn around if I’m gonna make a judgment about your ass.”
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September 6, 2020
“Push me back or pull me closer.”
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He leaned in, close enough that she could feel his breath on her lips when he said, “Let me kiss you.”
Oh damn. She wanted that. She wanted it so much. She was weak.
“I—” she started.
“The tea is getting cold!” Didi bellowed from the kitchen.
Whitney and Cam stilled. Then she felt him sigh. But he didn’t pull back. “You going to let me do this or not?”
He was already practically kissing her. When his lips moved as he spoke, they brushed hers ever so lightly. His body heat surrounded her. She swore she could feel his heartbeat pounding. Or maybe that was hers.
She found it funny that they were standing so close, almost kissing, talking about kissing, but not really doing anything. It still felt incredibly intimate. They were very much in each other’s personal space. They both clearly wanted this. She certainly wasn’t pushing him away or stepping back. But the only actual connection was his hand on her face. And their mingling breaths.
Clearly he was going to insist that she make this decision. He wasn’t going to just sweep her up and kiss the hell out of her before she could protest and then let the chemistry take over.
That also seemed intimate. Him coming as close as he could but then wanting actual acquiescence from her. Verbal acknowledgment that she was agreeing.
“Whit,” he said, his voice low and rough. “Push me back or pull me closer.”
She slid her hands up to his chest, not sure until the last moment if she was going to fist his shirt and pull him in or push him away.
Cam, however, didn’t look surprised when she pushed.
He let go and stepped back though. He didn’t seem angry or even frustrated. It seemed that he’d been expecting her reaction actually.
“Okay,” he finally said.
She wet her lips. “Thanks,” she said, hoarsely. And she meant it. She appreciated that he was giving her these choices. Kind of.
It would be a lot easier to just climb him like a tree and give in to everything zipping between them if he’d just back her up against the wall, seal his mouth over hers, and start running his big hands over her body. Then she could pretend she was just caught up in the moment and enjoy the hell out of it without actually admitting she wanted any of that.
Which he knew.
She could see it.
He knew that she wanted him, but that she didn’t want to admit it.
So, of course, he was going to make her confess before he did anything more.
“In case you’ve forgotten, I’m very stubborn,” he said.
Whitney gave him a nod. “I remember.”
“And something you should know about me and the past ten years,” he said, holding her gaze steadily, “I’ve also gotten very used to winning. “
That actually made her heart trip and her inner muscles clench.
See, she should really feel trepidation at that implied promise from him. But she didn’t.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” she said, trying desperately not to act excited about the idea of him trying again and again to get close to her.
He looked at her for a long moment and a thought flickered through her mind—he knows.
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He leaned in, close enough that she could feel his breath on her lips when he said, “Let me kiss you.”
Oh damn. She wanted that. She wanted it so much. She was weak.
“I—” she started.
“The tea is getting cold!” Didi bellowed from the kitchen.
Whitney and Cam stilled. Then she felt him sigh. But he didn’t pull back. “You going to let me do this or not?”
He was already practically kissing her. When his lips moved as he spoke, they brushed hers ever so lightly. His body heat surrounded her. She swore she could feel his heartbeat pounding. Or maybe that was hers.
She found it funny that they were standing so close, almost kissing, talking about kissing, but not really doing anything. It still felt incredibly intimate. They were very much in each other’s personal space. They both clearly wanted this. She certainly wasn’t pushing him away or stepping back. But the only actual connection was his hand on her face. And their mingling breaths.
Clearly he was going to insist that she make this decision. He wasn’t going to just sweep her up and kiss the hell out of her before she could protest and then let the chemistry take over.
That also seemed intimate. Him coming as close as he could but then wanting actual acquiescence from her. Verbal acknowledgment that she was agreeing.
“Whit,” he said, his voice low and rough. “Push me back or pull me closer.”
She slid her hands up to his chest, not sure until the last moment if she was going to fist his shirt and pull him in or push him away.
Cam, however, didn’t look surprised when she pushed.
He let go and stepped back though. He didn’t seem angry or even frustrated. It seemed that he’d been expecting her reaction actually.
“Okay,” he finally said.
She wet her lips. “Thanks,” she said, hoarsely. And she meant it. She appreciated that he was giving her these choices. Kind of.
It would be a lot easier to just climb him like a tree and give in to everything zipping between them if he’d just back her up against the wall, seal his mouth over hers, and start running his big hands over her body. Then she could pretend she was just caught up in the moment and enjoy the hell out of it without actually admitting she wanted any of that.
Which he knew.
She could see it.
He knew that she wanted him, but that she didn’t want to admit it.
So, of course, he was going to make her confess before he did anything more.
“In case you’ve forgotten, I’m very stubborn,” he said.
Whitney gave him a nod. “I remember.”
“And something you should know about me and the past ten years,” he said, holding her gaze steadily, “I’ve also gotten very used to winning. “
That actually made her heart trip and her inner muscles clench.
See, she should really feel trepidation at that implied promise from him. But she didn’t.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” she said, trying desperately not to act excited about the idea of him trying again and again to get close to her.
He looked at her for a long moment and a thought flickered through her mind—he knows.
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August 28, 2020
Semi-Sweet On You
Semi-Sweet On You
This slow burn, second chance romance is coming Sept 15th!!
She broke his heart 10 years ago.
Now he's her new boss.
And he wants her back...
This could all be a very sweet.
Or someone could end up badly burned.
************
“We’re ten years older, Whit. We’ve grown up. I went away and did other stuff. Now we have to find out what this is.”
She took a deep breath, focused on the very boring black and silver lamp on her desk. “It’s nothing, Cam.” She met his eyes. “It can’t be.”
He felt his gut tighten. “I don’t believe you.”
She lifted a shoulder. “We’ll just tell everyone we talked about it, decided to be friendly coworkers, that everything is fine and no one has to worry or wonder about anything.”
He felt the back of his neck tightening with frustration. He really hated this uptight, cool side of her. Clearly she’d been perfecting this persona or whatever the fuck it was over the past ten years because it was pretty damned solid.
“If we try dating again and it doesn’t work out, there is no guarantee that we’ll both be fine and be able to be friends and it will have no effect on the company,” she said.
“And you’re not willing to take a chance?”
She crossed her arms. “No.” She said it with her eyes on his, no hesitation, not even a blink.
“And what if one of us isn’t okay with us not trying it and keeps wanting to and makes everything uncomfortable?” he asked.
“Well, I would hope the maturity we’ve both found over the past ten years would keep that from happening.”
Yeah, that was probably how maturity worked.
He’d definitely done some growing up. He hadn’t punched anyone in the face in years. He punched them in the face metaphorically now. In court. But that didn’t happen as often as he’d like. One thing that came with their company’s increased wealth and power had been a decrease in the number of people willing to tangle with them. He hadn’t had a really good fight in a while.
He wasn’t sure where his contrariness and love of a good fight came from but most people said he got it from his grandmother. The one who had held a grudge against Whitney’s grandmother for half a century. That seemed to add up.
So he wasn’t quite as inclined to think that he was grown up enough to just let this go.
He wanted to date his ex-girlfriend.
His hot, intelligent, creative, buttoned-up, cool and composed ex-girlfriend.
Yeah, that buttoned-up, cool, and composed bit was part of it. That wasn’t the Whitney he remembered. The fact that he couldn’t really rattle her was also absolutely part of it. He’d always been able to rattle her—in really good ways—before.
Maybe he was bored.
Maybe he was immature.
Maybe he was still in love with her.
But which of those this was, was exactly what he wanted to figure out.
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She broke his heart 10 years ago.
Now he's her new boss.
And he wants her back...
This could all be a very sweet.
Or someone could end up badly burned.
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“We’re ten years older, Whit. We’ve grown up. I went away and did other stuff. Now we have to find out what this is.”
She took a deep breath, focused on the very boring black and silver lamp on her desk. “It’s nothing, Cam.” She met his eyes. “It can’t be.”
He felt his gut tighten. “I don’t believe you.”
She lifted a shoulder. “We’ll just tell everyone we talked about it, decided to be friendly coworkers, that everything is fine and no one has to worry or wonder about anything.”
He felt the back of his neck tightening with frustration. He really hated this uptight, cool side of her. Clearly she’d been perfecting this persona or whatever the fuck it was over the past ten years because it was pretty damned solid.
“If we try dating again and it doesn’t work out, there is no guarantee that we’ll both be fine and be able to be friends and it will have no effect on the company,” she said.
“And you’re not willing to take a chance?”
She crossed her arms. “No.” She said it with her eyes on his, no hesitation, not even a blink.
“And what if one of us isn’t okay with us not trying it and keeps wanting to and makes everything uncomfortable?” he asked.
“Well, I would hope the maturity we’ve both found over the past ten years would keep that from happening.”
Yeah, that was probably how maturity worked.
He’d definitely done some growing up. He hadn’t punched anyone in the face in years. He punched them in the face metaphorically now. In court. But that didn’t happen as often as he’d like. One thing that came with their company’s increased wealth and power had been a decrease in the number of people willing to tangle with them. He hadn’t had a really good fight in a while.
He wasn’t sure where his contrariness and love of a good fight came from but most people said he got it from his grandmother. The one who had held a grudge against Whitney’s grandmother for half a century. That seemed to add up.
So he wasn’t quite as inclined to think that he was grown up enough to just let this go.
He wanted to date his ex-girlfriend.
His hot, intelligent, creative, buttoned-up, cool and composed ex-girlfriend.
Yeah, that buttoned-up, cool, and composed bit was part of it. That wasn’t the Whitney he remembered. The fact that he couldn’t really rattle her was also absolutely part of it. He’d always been able to rattle her—in really good ways—before.
Maybe he was bored.
Maybe he was immature.
Maybe he was still in love with her.
But which of those this was, was exactly what he wanted to figure out.
