Luc
by
J.M. Stewart
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GENRE:
Contemporary Romance
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BLURB:
After
her husband’s death two years ago, erotic romance author Liz
Anderson moved home to small-town Angel Bay to heal her broken heart.
So when her best friend fixes her up with a single father ten years
her junior, she doesn’t expect much. But this hot young chef is
igniting her long-dormant passion.
With a three-year-old daughter to raise and a restaurant to run, the last thing Luc Rossi’s life has room for is love. After his fiancée’s betrayal, he isn’t sure he believes in it anyway. His colleague’s matchmaking attempt is awkward at best, but what can he do except play the gentleman? Liz ends up being smart, charming, and sexy, and he can’t resist her.
An offer to teach her to cook leads to a steamy fling, but this gorgeous older woman makes Luc wonder if it’s time to open his heart again. Can he convince Liz that giving their relationship a chance beyond the bedroom wouldn’t be a betrayal of the past she holds dear?
With a three-year-old daughter to raise and a restaurant to run, the last thing Luc Rossi’s life has room for is love. After his fiancée’s betrayal, he isn’t sure he believes in it anyway. His colleague’s matchmaking attempt is awkward at best, but what can he do except play the gentleman? Liz ends up being smart, charming, and sexy, and he can’t resist her.
An offer to teach her to cook leads to a steamy fling, but this gorgeous older woman makes Luc wonder if it’s time to open his heart again. Can he convince Liz that giving their relationship a chance beyond the bedroom wouldn’t be a betrayal of the past she holds dear?
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Excerpt:
Halfway
down the alley, he pivoted and stalked back in her direction. He
glared at her, as if somehow all this was her fault.
“I was
dying to let every single one of those guys know you’re mine.”
Liz
could only stare, stunned. So she was right. He was jealous. What was
worse, the intensity in his gaze sent a fierce yearning rolling
through her belly in hot little waves. Daniel had looked at her like
that once. Right before he decked some guy for making a pass at her.
Every
limb shaking, she squared her shoulders, trying her damnedest to get
her equilibrium back. It didn’t matter why he was behaving like a
Neanderthal or how sexy he looked doing it. He had no right. “You
do realize it’s going to be all over town by tomorrow?”
Something
flashed across the recesses of his eyes that she didn’t catch
before his jaw tightened and his expression blanked. He stalked to
the end of the alley, where the blacktop met the sidewalk, and stared
out at the street beyond. “It was all I could think of. The way he
looked at you, I knew exactly what he was thinking, and you were
standing there, frozen in fear.”
Liz
folded her arms. It was a meager defense, but it was all she had
left. “I wasn’t afraid of him. I could have handled him if I’d
had to. My father was a police officer. He taught me how to take care
of myself. So did my husband. I know self-defense, and I’m a damn
good shot. I—”
Luc
pivoted around, eyes wide with surprise. “You know how to shoot a
gun?”
“Daniel
insisted I learn. I have a nine millimeter, and I have a permit to
carry concealed, though I’ve never had the guts to actually carry
it on me.” She frowned, unsure who she was more irritated with: him
for getting to her or herself for responding. “The point being, I
could have dropped him if I’d needed to. But I didn’t.”
Luc
cocked a brow, clearly challenging her assertion. “Then why did you
look so panicked? Who the hell was that guy?”
She
heaved a sigh. He had her there. Damn it. “An overzealous fan. He
kept going on and on about my writing, and people were starting to
stare.”
But that
was neither here or there. It was past time to end this insanity.
“Look,
I have no idea what to expect after a one-night stand. That’s
essentially what we shared, isn’t it? So, I expected we’d said
our goodbyes and we wouldn’t see each other again. When I didn’t
hear from you, I figured we were going our separate ways. I get it.
But I’m fairly certain that means you forfeit your right to be
jealous. I appreciate the concern, but I’m a big girl. I can handle
myself.”
Without
waiting for a reply, she pivoted on her heel and stalked from the
alleyway, heading for the safety of the booth as fast as her legs
could carry her. Whatever the hell this was, she was backing out now,
because alarms bells were sounding in her head.
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AUTHOR
Bio and Links:
J.M.
Stewart is a coffee and chocolate addict who lives in the Pacific
Northwest with her husband, two sons and two very spoiled dogs. She’s
a hopeless romantic who believes everybody should have their happily
ever after and has been devouring romance novels for as long as she
can remember. Writing them has become her obsession.
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