Life Next Door
(Love Not Included #2)
J.D. Hollyfield
Coming 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.
First Book in Series
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.
Meet J.D. Hollyfield
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.
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.
Meet J.D. Hollyfield
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.
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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