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Synopsis
One Man…
Graham Hall
tormented me for a month when I was getting SkinnyCakes ready to open. He was
my contractor and all around handyman, taking care of all the jobs Max couldn’t
handle, or didn’t have time for. Every day I would come in and find Graham, a
sweat soaked t-shirt clinging to his tight body. The man did things to me that
no man ever had. His muscles had muscles. He was big, from his shoulders to his
feet. Broad shoulders, biceps the size of a small child, a chest the rippled
with his every move, not that I was looking.
That’s not true.
Graham was a man who demanded you look at him.
And then there
was the kind, gentle man beneath that made-for-awesome-sex body.
Any woman with a
pulse would have been tormented by him.
One Woman…
He came for the puffy treats and
stayed for the precious woman.
Abby is moving
on with her life. After she caught her husband cheating, live and in person,
she divorces him and starts living for herself instead of doing everything for
him. Abby opens her own bakery, changes her look, and moves out on her own for
the first time ever. The only thing she isn't ready to do is date.
Graham helped
Abby get her bakery up and running. As a carpenter he loved the challenge of
turning the blank space into a bakery. Even more than that, he loved getting to
know the beautiful new tenant.
When Abby's ex
learns she's moving on with her life and doesn't need him, he wants to remind
her of everything she gave up when she left him. Everything Abby was happy to
leave behind.
Now Abby is
stuck between the man who made her feel needed, but never wanted, and a man who
makes her feel wanted, but she doesn't need him. Abby needs to figure out what
she wants - the man from her past, the one who promises her a future, or the
present she's fallen in love with, alone.
So Many Challenges…
Ever so slowly,
he lowered my body, letting me feel exactly how turned on he was. “You want a
man who can’t wait to have you, huh? A man who doesn’t care about anything
besides your pleasure? Don’t you dare claim I’m not that man, Ab.”
The rasp of his
voice skittered down my spine and settled between my thighs. There was a
promise in his voice. One I knew he’d deliver on. But I had to make sure.
“Prove it.”
The words were
barely out of my mouth when I was back in Graham’s arms. I met his kiss with a
clash of teeth. My nails scraped down his back, and his hands lifted me until
my legs wrapped around him. Neither of us could stop. Buttons flew as I tore
his shirt open. The seams of my dress stretched to their limit as he tugged it
from between us and over my head. He groaned when he saw the bra and panties I
had on.
A Precious Giveaway…
During
release week (September 6-11) you can enter to win a $25 gift card when you buy
Puffy & Precious! All you have to do to enter is email Mary (mary (at)
maryethompson (dot) com) the ninth word in Chapter 9 and you will be entered to
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Meet the Author
Mary E. Thompson
grew up loving to read, like a good little girl. Many nights she would fall
asleep with the flashlight still turned on as she hid under the covers trying
to finish the last few pages of a book. As an adult, the light from her ereader
means she doesn't need a flashlight, but she still stays up way too late to
finish a book.
When Mary's not
reading, she's playing with her two kids or living out her own real life
romance novel with her hubby. She has a weakness for chocolate, especially when
it's paired with peanut butter, and has been known to have a bad day just
because there's no chocolate in the house. Unless there’s wine. Then everything
is okay.
Mary grew up in
Buffalo, New York and swears she's the only local to never ski or snowboard.
Soccer was always her sport, with a couple adventures white water rafting and
skydiving to keep things interesting. Mary moved to South Carolina for college
but missed Buffalo every day. Yeah, she thinks she's crazy, too. She somehow
convinced her South Carolina born and bred hubby to return to Buffalo to raise
their kids and live out their lives. He’s still not sure what he was thinking.
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