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J.D.
Hollyfield
Publication
Date : November 3, 2014
SYNOPSIS
There is only one thing
in life that professional pastry Chef Priscilla Westcott values more than
baking and wine, and that’s honesty. A quality she soon learns that her
marriage lacks when her husband runs off with their next door neighbor.
Divorced and alone,
Priscilla is determined to make changes in her life. She decides to approach
her new goals like one of her beloved recipes. Surely with a little time, a
dash of patience, and measured planning she can whip herself—and her life—back
into shape.
However, when a new—and
utterly delicious—neighbor takes up residence in the house that ruined her
marriage, Pricilla fears that her careful world will fold faster than a
deflated soufflé.
Trent Walker knows what
he wants and his sweet, sassy neighbor is at the top of the list. He’s certain
that the chemistry between them would be explosive, but Priscilla fears that an
affair with him, however hot, could be a recipe for disaster.
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EXCERPT
Where my normally
Saturday paper awaits me I see it is gone. What the shit? I look for it,
and see it’s jammed in the front bushes that lay again the porch wall.
“Seriously this new
paper boy needs a lesson in straight shooting.” I grumble while I bend over
digging through the bush to grab the paper.
“Doing some early
morning gardening?” There is this voice that comes from behind me. One
that I unfortunately connect with Mr. WTF is he doing out right now!? I am frozen with my head in a bush. I
register all the options I have right now, and all of them consist of me
straitening and turning around. In my robe. Damn you world.
“Um no just looking for
something. Thought I saw a cat. No worries here.” I ramble into the bushes.
Please go away. Please go away.
His voice seems a bit
closer, which does not sit well for my self-esteem right now. I mean I
personally think my robe is dope but to be caught in it by this guy, I’m
starting to wish I ditched Pinkie Pie pony when I was fourteen.
“Want some help?” I hear
from behind me.
“Nope. All good!” I
sound a bit panicked. He needs to beat it and like right now. My back is
starting to cramp and my legs are about to give in and send me tumbling face
first into the greens. I’m not even sure why he is being so normal with
me. I’m pretty sure I was not very nice to him less than twelve hours
ago. That smooth voice steps even closer. “Well why don’t you let me take
a look. I’m pretty talented in digging through a good bush to get to the prize.”
Oh hell no he did not just innuendo me! Digging through my bush. Dream on pal, I stand straight and whip around
to face him and holy shit.
“Holy shit.” I let spill
out of my mouth. Pretty much around the same time he jumps back and spits
out, “Holy Jesus.”
“Jesus is right!
Do you ever wear a shirt?” I ask like seeing his budging biceps is an insult to
my drooling eyes. “Yes, I do but when I’m running and sweating it tends to be
pointless.” He steps closer to me and I swallow my tongue. Anything else I was going
to bark out stops completely and his close proximity shuts it down. Why
is this guy having such a dizzying effect on me?
“So…” He begins with
that purr to his tone. Seriously a purr? Who purrs while
they talk?! “Do you always walk around in a kid’s robe and all that green gook
covering your face?”
Insert jaw drop and
gasp. There is nothing like forgetting, while having a
stare down, two feet from your too hot for his own good neighbor, that you are
wearing a god damn seaweed mask. Die cruel world.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
J.D. Hollyfield is a
creative designer and first-time author. When she's not cooking, event
planning, or playing around with her husband, son and three doxies, she's
relaxing with her nose in a book. With her love for romance, and her head full
of book boyfriends, she was inspired to test her creative abilities and bring
her own story to life. Life in a Rut, Love not Included is her first novel.
Hollyfield lives in the Midwest, and is currently at work on her second book.
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Twitter:https://twitter.com/jdhollyfield
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