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Book Blurb
There isn't a
situation that can't be fixed by a coat of chocolate body paint or a liberal
smear of Champagne Lick, right? Wrong! Ever since her father was murdered by a
gang of youths, Sienna Lloyd has named herself Potterford’s protector—her sexy
lingerie shop is a place where the town’s women can visit and feel safe. But
when that shop is in danger of closing, Sienna needs a solution that will keep
her in Potterford, where she can always look out for her mother, friends, and
clients. The answer? Move the shop to her home at 16 Marsden Place. The
problem? Her new neighbor, the delicious but seriously uptight Jack Beaton. Oh,
and his four-year-old twin girls.Jack has just moved to the tiny town of
Potterford in a bid to start over. To build a new life that keeps his children
safe from their violent and sex-crazed mother. So when he discovers his
neighbor intends to open a sex shop right next door, Jack will do anything to
ensure it doesn’t happen…including fighting every ounce of his attraction to
the shop’s owner and his innate need to trust again.
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Book Excerpt
“Ready to call it a day?” He kept his eyes on her as she lifted her head; the knife she used to cut open boxes glinted in her hand.
“Sure. I feel like I’ve gone ten rounds with a heavyweight boxer.” She rubbed her free hand over the back of her neck.
“Then it’s time to close the door on this lot and start again tomorrow. I know we’ve only just started, but we’ll have everything done and ready for your party in no time.”
She put the knife on top of a stack of boxes and came to stand beside him. When she placed her hand on the small of his back, Jack tensed. And when she smoothed it in a soft circular motion over and over, he nearly exploded. Electric. That was the word that popped into his mind as his skin burst with goose bumps and his cock pulsed.
He dipped his chin to her, and she stared up at him, her deep brown eyes shining.
“You’re a good man,” she said. “Thank you.”
Jack swallowed against the dryness in his throat. “You’re welcome.”
He tried to look away, tried to refrain from touching his finger to her jaw, tried not to draw an invisible line from there to the curve of her neck down to her collarbones—but did it anyway. She shivered.
“Let’s go through to the back garden.” She tossed him a flirtatious glance from beneath lowered lashes before hurrying out of the door and into the hallway like she had power flames on her shoes.
Jack grinned. There was something entirely wrong but so damn right about spooking her. And she was spooked—no matter how hard she tried to hide it under her façade of self-control. He was a journalist. He’d seen through more practiced masks than hers.
“Then it’s time to close the door on this lot and start again tomorrow. I know we’ve only just started, but we’ll have everything done and ready for your party in no time.”
She put the knife on top of a stack of boxes and came to stand beside him. When she placed her hand on the small of his back, Jack tensed. And when she smoothed it in a soft circular motion over and over, he nearly exploded. Electric. That was the word that popped into his mind as his skin burst with goose bumps and his cock pulsed.
He dipped his chin to her, and she stared up at him, her deep brown eyes shining.
“You’re a good man,” she said. “Thank you.”
Jack swallowed against the dryness in his throat. “You’re welcome.”
He tried to look away, tried to refrain from touching his finger to her jaw, tried not to draw an invisible line from there to the curve of her neck down to her collarbones—but did it anyway. She shivered.
“Let’s go through to the back garden.” She tossed him a flirtatious glance from beneath lowered lashes before hurrying out of the door and into the hallway like she had power flames on her shoes.
Jack grinned. There was something entirely wrong but so damn right about spooking her. And she was spooked—no matter how hard she tried to hide it under her façade of self-control. He was a journalist. He’d seen through more practiced masks than hers.
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Author Bio
I live with my
fantastic husband, our two young daughters and my beloved black Labrador, Max
in a small market town near the famous Georgian City of Bath. Having always ‘played’ with writing, I didn’t
seriously sit down and write toward publication until I became pregnant with my
second daughter – then I told myself to get my butt in the chair and get on
with it before she grows up and I’m forced to get a real job! Lots of short
stories followed as did lots of rejections!
I took a few distance learning courses, joined some online writers
groups and basically, learned my craft.
Finally deciding short stories weren’t working for me (they are an art
form in themselves!), in 2006 I decided to embark on my first novel and voila
Searching For Sophie was born! Since
then, my other books have followed each year. And when I’m not writing? You’ll
find me with my head in a book or walking the beautiful English countryside
with my family. And in the evening? Well, a well-deserved glass of wine is never,
ever refused.
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