Life Next Door
(Love Not Included
#2)
By J.D.
Hollyfield
Out 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?”
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ReplyDeleteNope never a neighbor.
ReplyDeleteYes, actually more then one, maybe around 5ish and we all went to school together
ReplyDeleteYes ~ and ended up dating him for over 2 years!
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