Enter to Win A Sweet Texas Romance Prize Pack
Truly Sweet
Sweet, Texas #5
Candis Terry
Releasing July 28th, 2015
Avon Romance
When the one you’ve always wanted
At sixteen, Annabelle Morgan hoped her crush on Jake Wilder was just a passing phase. Now she’s twenty-nine and nothing has changed except Jake. The once-carefree marine has come home with a giant chip on his shoulder. He insists a single mom like Annie deserves more than he can offer. Yet no matter how gruff his gorgeous exterior may be, Jake s toe-curling kisses convince her that this attraction is definitely mutual.
Becomes the one who wants you back
Butting heads with feisty Annie was always a thrill. Add other body parts to the mix, and Jake is in serious trouble. He can’t be a forever-and-family guy and Annie s not a friends-with-benefits kind of woman. But love has a way of changing the best-laid plans, and surrender has never been so tempting.The outcome is truly sweet.
“Forget something?” Her
eyes narrowed just slightly and the silky blond ponytail hanging down her back
swung to the side as she tilted her head in a way that suggested she was primed
for a challenge.
“Not that I’m aware.”
“Uh-huh.” She tucked the
stub of a standard yellow pencil behind her ear. “Guess you’ve been away too
long to remember that most folks walk in here wearing a smile. Looks like you
left yours at home.”
“Guess I’m just not much
in the mood.”
“Seriously?” Her eyes
narrowed a bit more, yet somehow a shower of silver sparks still managed to
flash. “Why?”
He hated to use the word
“Duh,” but it seemed so apropos.
“So . . .” Her shoulders
lifted and dropped. “What? You’re going to let that walking cane snuff out the
eternally grinning smartass that lives inside of you?”
Her comment hit its mark
with stinging success.
Jake clenched his teeth
and lowered his gaze to the laminated menu he’d been able to recite by heart
since he’d been twelve. “Annabelle, how about you go away and give me a minute
to look over the menu?”
“Because that would be a
total waste of time, Jacob.”
His gaze jerked up again
just as she shifted her weight to a position she probably intended as a show of
obstinacy. Yet all it really managed to do was push her full breasts against
that snug white Bud’s Diner T-shirt. Instinctively his gaze dropped
lower to the little black skirt hugging nicely rounded hips and the pair of
tanned shapely legs that ended with the sparkly blue sneakers on her feet.
Liking what he saw, his gaze took that same slow ride back up her body.
When the hell had little
Annie Morgan grown up and gotten so curvy?
“You can stare at that
menu all day long,” she said through lips that were pink, plump, and glossy.
Lips that looked like they needed to be kissed.
The unexpected and
unwanted thought was like a splash of ice water in his face. Annie had been a
pain in his backside for as long as he could remember. The last thing he should
be doing was thinking about her damned mouth. Or her curvy body. To his dismay
and against his commands, awareness tightened his body below the belt.
“In the end,” Annie
continued, “you’re going to choose a double Diablo burger with extra peppers, a
side of sweet potato fries—extra crispy, and a chocolate banana shake.”
Challenged, he leaned
forward and met her glare. “How do you know what I want?”
“Because.” She planted her
palm down on the table and leaned in till they were nearly nose-to-nose. “While
you and your football buddies parked your cocky behinds in the booth by the
door so all your minions could see you and come in to fawn all over you, some
of us were slinging hash and cleaning up your mess after you left.”
He leaned back. “I don’t
remember you working here.”
“Why would you?” She
shifted her weight again and he’d have to be dead not to notice that somewhere
between his last visit home and now Annie had become quite a knockout. “In
those days you could barely see beyond Jessica Holt’s big brown eyes and
bodacious ta-tas. I, Annie of the flat-as-a-surfboard chest and metal mouth,
deterred your hormonal teenage boy scrutiny.”
She certainly wasn’t flat
chested any more.
He could argue about the
hormonal part, but why bother. In high school he’d been interested in three
things; having fun, getting laid, and getting laid.
Some things were important
enough to be counted twice.
“You make me sound like
such a jackass.”
One corner of her luscious
pink lips kicked upward. “You were.”
Yeah. He probably had
been. And he wasn’t really sure he appreciated the reminder.
“So why are you working
here now?” he asked, deftly changing the subject. “Didn’t you get enough
slinging hash the first time around?”
“A girls got to earn a
living somehow. Slinging hash is all I’ve ever really done. My hand-dipped
chocolates haven’t exactly taken off like wildfire. And since Sweet’s street
corners are already occupied with whiskey barrels and petunias, there isn’t any
room for me to hang around waiting for customers.”
“Always the smartass,” he
said.
“Takes one to know one.”
Candis Terry was born and raised near the sunny beaches of Southern California and now makes her home on an Idaho farm. She’s experienced life in such diverse ways as working in a Hollywood recording studio to chasing down wayward steers. Only one thing has remained the same: her passion for writing stories about relationships, the push and pull in the search for love, and the security one finds in their own happily ever after.
Thank you for hosting TRULY SWEET!
ReplyDelete