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“....this book is a delightful summer companion, giving readers the chance to indulge in some steamy, satisfying reads in single-serving sizes.”
Bridget @ Romance Reviews
“Each story is complete and has a few things in common; basically a hot guy, hotter sex and a happy ending. I enjoyed all of the stories and occasionally wished they were a bit longer. This is a great book for when you want a whole story but don’t have much time to read. Besides, you may find an author that you haven’t read to love.”
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“Secret Service? Really?”
“Jane said her dad said he heard it from Tom Crane, the realtor.”
“Well, Patty Lane said her mother heard from her hair dresser that he’s nobility, like an earl or something.”
“Maybe he’s both.”
Tabby’s friends spoke in low undertones laced with breathless curiosity. Wearing identical expressions of titillated speculation, the only two women in Port Diamond shyer than she was turned to face Tabby.
“Do you know anything?” asked one.
“He’s got a boat docked here at the marina,” the other added. “A luxury cruiser.”
“My dad runs the marina, not me,” Tabby reminded them.
“But you’ve got to have heard something.”
Tabby had spent most of her adult life being pumped for information about her gorgeous, thin sister, Helene. So, this was nothing new. She was adept at sidestepping answers she did not want to give, but at least when it came to Helene, she could answer the inquiries when she wanted to.
Tabby knew nothing more than the other women about the mysterious
Englishman who had so recently moved to Port Diamond.
except that despite the fact she’d never said more than ten
words to Calder Maxwell, he sparked a desire in her that fried her
nerve endings and froze her vocal chords.
She’d woken up pulsing from a dream induced climax for
the first time in her life the night she’d met him.
can tell you he’s not Secret Service.
you know what I mean. He
looks like he could give James Bond a run for his money.”
looked across the room at the gorgeous man standing with her dad
and Helene and had to agree. A
cross between Timothy Dalton and Carry Grant, he was every fantasy
she’d ever had rolled into one perfect package - the only flaw
being, his obvious interest in Helene.
like every other male who came into contact with the Payton
sisters, he found Helene’s sweet nature and gorgeous looks
had seen them talking on the pier near his boat house a couple of
times, but hadn’t been able to nerve herself up enough to join
wouldn’t have minded. She
was always happy to see her sister.
doubted Calder would have been as appreciative, which is why
she’d stayed away...no matter how much she’d longed to simply
stand close enough to hear his voice.
her gaze still fixed on Calder, Tabby’s friend gave a theatrical
sigh. “He’s yummy,
that moment, the object of their speculation turned and caught the
trio of women gawking at him.
One corner of his mouth tilted, but it couldn’t quite be
called a smile and his dark gaze assessed them with cool regard.
my gosh, he’s looking this way.
Quick, turn around and pretend to be getting food at the
rolled her eyes. “He’s
already seen us. I
don’t think he’ll be fooled.”
And she didn’t particularly want him thinking she was
interested in the buffet.
throwback to her paternal great-grandmother, she didn’t have the
willowy figure of her mom and sister, or anything approaching her
dad’s athletic build. Nope,
she was a little too round, a lot too curved, and slightly too
short for that.
headed this way!”
suddenly she was alone, deserted by her gossiping friends.
stopped in front of her, his tall frame towering over her own
would fit in with the rest of her family just fine.
In fact, he and Helene made a striking couple, she
thought with an inner twinge.
evening, Miss Payton.”
heart fluttered at the smooth English accent and her lungs refused
to issue forth enough air to power words of greeting.
It had felt like this the first time they met in her
bookstore too. He’d
come in looking for a book on home improvement of all things and
she’d barely said six words to him between recommending a title
and ringing up his purchase.
crowded by his proximity though he wasn’t standing all that
close, she took an involuntary step backward and ran into one of
the buffet tables. She
grabbed for the edge to steady herself and got a handful of crab
to look, she stared in horrified stupefaction at the mess covering
her hand. Mom was
going to have a hissy fit. The
salad required a two-day prep and was her most recent culinary
pride and joy. Now an
entire buffet size bowl of it was good only for the garbage
can’t believe I just did that,” she muttered.
I help you?”
looked up at him then, too upset by her predicament to be her
usual tongue-tied self around him.
“Do you have any suggestions for hiding the evidence?”
we could take the bowl to the kitchen?”
leave a gap on the table?”
took hold of her wrist and lifted her hand away from the bowl,
careful not to let the crab salad anywhere near his dinner suit or
her dress. “Go clean
up and I will take care of our small disaster.”
spite of her embarrassed chagrin, the feel of his fingers curled
around her wrist was surprisingly nice.
not your disaster.” She
sighed self-deprecatingly. “It’s
mine and I can’t leave it to you.”
Even if she wished she could.
course, I’m at fault. I
startled you.” She
opened her mouth to argue, but he shook his head.
“Don’t let it concern you.
I have some experience in this sort of thing.”
women from the wrath of their temperamental chef mothers?”
smiled, even white teeth flashing all too briefly.
“Hiding the evidence.”
eyes widened in mock horror. “Oh,
my gosh, you’re a member of the British mafia and here everyone
was thinking you were some sort of displaced nobleman or spy, or
made him laugh and she felt the sound all the way to her toes.
have a nice laugh.” She
couldn’t believe she’d said that.
Trust her to go from mute to uttering inanities.
What an improvement.
you have a charming sense of humor, but you also have a hand that
is about drip crab salad on your lovely dress.”
extended her arm further from her body, having no desire to ruin
the dress it had taken four hours of shopping in San Diego to find. “I’ll
just go wash this off.”
took as long as she could in the ladies room, washing her hands,
tidying her appearance and wishing she could fall through a hole
in the floor rather than go back out and face Calder Maxwell.
got a moment alone with the focus of her fantasies and what did
diving in a buffet bowl.
never had been all that handy in the kitchen.