✰ Bianca ✰ Janeane ✰
• 1 March 2021
• Standalone Sexy Small-Town Romance
I just
wanted to get my hands on his beans
Four
years ago, I had a ridiculous crush on my sister's boyfriend. But when they
moved away together, I put Beck out of my mind and my heart. But now he's back,
and roasting the best coffee in Vermont. I need to convince him to supply the
Busy Bean. And I need more of those kisses we accidentally shared outside the
coffee shop. He still makes my heart race faster than a triple shot of
espresso.
She
should be off limits, but instead she's pushing mine
Her
sister burned my life to the ground, so Haley Elliot is the last woman I should
bring into my bed. Although our business relationship is giving way to
something more than a fine grind. Neither of us can help ourselves. And what’s
worse, I think I’m falling for her.
But it’s a small town, and
ours is a big secret. And when her sister blows back into town, suddenly the
coffee isn’t the only thing brewing...
We're back in Vermont!
LET THE FUN TIMES BEGIN!!! ☺
Adorable!!
I was really excited to get started with this new coffee series. And it's so very coffee-y! Beck is a coffee roasting hottie! I could almost smell all the roasting coffee goodness through the pages!
The romance part is also very adorable and very sexy. But also so very complicated. Haley's sister Jess and Beck did not end their relationship on good terms. We don't yet know what happened back then, but it wasn't good. For Beck. Jess seems to be the bad guy here. But she's Haley's sister, she'll always be in her life, and so we just know that it won't be an easy road to that happy end for our darlings!
I also wouldn't mind seeing this whole world on Netflix one day!
Can't wait to get more Vermont soon!
You know that thing where the rational part of your brain
decides on a sensible course of action and commits to it, but then the murky,
primal, unsupportive part of your brain refuses to get on board? The Germans
probably have a name for it, something hard to pronounce with lots of umlauts.
All I had was a feeling, and it hit me on a regular basis over the next couple
of weeks whenever Beck set foot in the Busy Bean.
Every time I saw him propped in the kitchen doorway sharing
a laugh with Zara, I felt it. When I
realised Roddy had started using Beck as a taste tester for recipes he was
developing, even though they barely knew each other, I got a big, hard dose of
it. And the day I left the cafe to find Beck and his dog playing with Audrey
and her two kids down by the river bank, I was awash with it.
If I had to parse this feeling into its component parts, it
would be made up of nine-tenths envy and one-tenth wistfulness. With a sprinkle
of sexual jealousy thrown in, just for kicks and giggles.
Because I wanted Beck to laugh with me the way he laughed
with Zara. I wanted us to have the kind of relationship where I could run ideas
past him, the kind of friendship where I could come upon him and his dog down
by the river and feel free to hang out with them.
I was fully aware that this stupid, stubborn longing I was
experiencing was at complete odds with
my decision to respect his obvious desire to have as little to do with me as
possible, but no matter how many times I told myself I didn't care, the lump of
concrete in the pit of my stomach said otherwise.
The problem was that Beck was just one of those people that
other people wanted to be around. He'd always been that way, hence the fact
that my sister had wanted him, and the fact that I'd developed my ridiculous,
hopeless-cause crush on him in the first place.
He had a natural ease and charm that made people smile, even
if they were having a shitty day. He
gave good banter, and he knew how to tease people in a gentle, utterly harmless
way that made them feel like they were special because he'd noticed them. And he was curious about people, asking lots
of questions and genuinely listening to their answers.
It probably didn't hurt that he was extensively easy on on
the eyes, either.
All of this worked together to make him a warm, real
presence that people wanted to get closer to, like campers gathering around a
fire at night.
I witnessed the power of his charisma over and over, in the
way Audrey stood a half-foot closer to him than she did to other people, even
though she was madly in love with her husband Griff, and in the way Roderick
launched into an amusing anecdote whenever Beck arrived with his delivery, as
though he'd been waiting to share the story with him. Even snarky, cynical Zara wasn't immune,
spending extra minutes chatting to him on the phone when she called through our
bi-weekly order, her laughter ringing through the cafe.
• 1 March 2021
• Standalone (mature) Sexy Small-Town Romance
Pregnant at forty-two? Back the cow up...
Harland Bull Eaton has lost many things—his first wife, his beloved mother, those three women he
proposed to . . . Oh, and there was that time he almost lost the family dairy
farm due to a scandal. He’s losing faith in just about everything, especially love.
But one night, his friends give him a dare. No commitments.
No heartbreak. Just buy that gorgeous redhead a drink. The big-city bombshell
he’s set his eyes on swirls him into a tailspin that lands them in bed for a
one-night stand he’s pretty sure he’ll never forget. But this time, he swears,
he won’t let his heart ride herd on his common sense.
Recently separated and newly unemployed, Scarlett Russell is
at a crossroads. With no other plan than visiting a friend in Vermont, the last
thing she expects is a hunky, silver fox offering to buy her a drink. Even less
expected is when she raises that offer to “take me to bed, cowboy.” She just
wants one night to forget everything gone wrong.
Turns out once won’t be nearly enough. Won’t ever be enough,
feeling the way she does. But secrets and an unexpected surprise are a lot to
handle . . . unless these two can break a trail to an unexpected happily ever
after.
Scarlett & Bull.
That was so adorable.
Same with her overuse of the word However at the beginning of a sentence. You can say it. Of course! But over 30 times? After a few it just starts to sound weird! ☺ BUT - that's just me and my weird reading brain - nobody will notice that!
Can't wait to get more Vermont soon!
♥ EXCERPT ♥
“A coffee, black, no sugar, no cream, and a caramel
macchiato with exactly five drizzles of caramel, fifteen pumps of vanilla
syrup, whipped cream, and an extra shot.”
What the . . .
Thank God, I did not take that order. I don’t even know what
that is. There’s a pause and I’m wondering what’s happening when Bull says,
“You have a little something . . .”
I just want to die a slow death as I imagine him swiping at
the corner of her lip or wiping off her nose and that sweet, tender touch will
be all the spark she needs to want to pounce on this man behind me. Bull has
these deep blue eyes and that silver speckled scruff, plus his hair that looks
artfully streaked with gray. He’s just all around sexy and he doesn’t even know
it about himself. Then, his touch. The soft strokes down my body and the
delicate dips of his fingers, I just can’t—
“Have either of you seen Scarlett?” Audrey asks.
Frick.
“Scarlett?” Bull chokes behind me.
“Yeah, Scarlett. She’s our newest barista and I swear she
was out here.”
“I didn’t see anyone,” Vermont Barbie states. “But then
again, I’ve only been looking at Bull.”
Okay, that’s enough.
“Found it,” I say, popping up from behind the couch and
holding my fingers pinched together like I’ve just found gold in them there
wood floorboards.
“Scarlett?” Audrey blinks at me with those expressive eyes
of hers . She’s a petite blond with a lot of power behind her personality. I
slowly stand but find myself dizzy as I do and grip the back of the couch for
support.
“Whoa.” I blurt, unable to stop myself as the room spins and
my legs tremble. My skin runs cold, but I break out in a full body sweat.
“Scarlett, are you okay?” Audrey asks, rushing to the edge
of the couch while Bull quickly stands to face me.
“I . . . yeah, I just think I stood up too fast.” However,
that isn’t the full explanation because that rush to my head has now settled
back down to my belly.
“You sure you’re okay? You look a little gray,” Audrey asks.
“I . . . excuse me.” Rushing around the couch, I fight the
pull to look at Bull, as I disappear behind the counter, bypassing our waiting
customers with one finger in the air, and then press out the door to the grassy
area behind the building for some much needed fresh air. Once outside, I
promptly bend forward and heave.
“Oh my God, are you okay?” Audrey says behind me and I close
my eyes, embarrassed by my position in front of my boss. Audrey’s younger than
me, but a good, business woman and kind-hearted. She took me on without any
prior experience in the coffee industry.
“Yeah. Just something I ate, I think.” I honestly don’t
know. It’s been a few weeks like this, nausea, fatigue, and then if I do get
sick, which doesn’t always happen, I feel a million times better once I vomit.
“I just have a little stomach bug, but I don’t have a fever. I’m so sorry about
this.” I point to the grass which holds no evidence of how my stomach felt.
“And that.” I nod toward the café.
Audrey’s brows crease as she examines my face. “What else is
wrong? As far as how you are feeling?”
I consider it a second and then answer. “My boobs hurt. My
back kills. And I had a tuna fish sandwich for breakfast the other day. I think
there was something wrong with the mayonnaise.” Then I reconsider what I’ve
said. That sandwich the other morning had been the best damn tuna fish in the
world and the last thing I’d ever eat when it comes to a breakfast item.
Audrey’s lips slowly curl and her eyes spark like she knows
something. “Scarlett, could you be pregnant?”
“What? No. Heaven’s no. Absolutely not. I . . .” I stare
back at her, horrified at the notion. I’m forty-two. I’m recently divorced. I
cannot be pregnant at this stage of my life.
• 24 May 2021
• Standalone Sexy Small-Town Romance
Love isn’t always a cakewalk ...
Gigi
Hawthorne is starting from scratch. She just didn’t realize until her crappy
car broke down that she was going to be doing it in a small town in
Vermont. With an eye for design
and some serious decorating skills, she’s managed to land a job making
delectable treats for the patrons of the Busy Bean. Now she’s up to her elbows
in sugar and flour, but her thoughts are never far from her gorgeous, brooding
landlord.
Holden
St. James swears he isn’t a recluse. He goes to the local coffee shop three
times a week, doesn’t he? Yeah, maybe he never actually talks to anyone, but
with a backstory of loss, pain, and regret like his, he’s pretty sure he
wouldn’t be very good company anyway. Yet something about his new tenant makes
him wonder if maybe it’s time to let someone open the oven door and release a
little heat into his closed-off world.
But both are hiding secrets
as dark as an espresso mocha cupcake and they’re not sure if they can trust
each other. Will the truth break their delicate relationship into sad, sweet
crumbs--or will it turn out to be the key ingredient in the recipe for a new
life?
🍎🍏🍎 True North Book #1 🍎🍏🍎
