Recipe for Love
Page 10
Turning her back on it all, she decided to take a new path and soon discovered an open wrought iron gate along Bond Road. The side entrance, she assumed, to Astoria’s new community park.. Hadn’t her sister told her to “smell the roses”?
Kim walked through the gate toward a large circle of white rosebushes and began to count off each flower as she leaned in to fill her lungs with their strong, fragrant scent. “One, two, three . . .”
After smelling seventeen, she moved toward the yellows. “Eighteen, nineteen, twenty . . .”
Past the gazebo she found red roses, orange roses, and a vast variety of purples and pinks. “Forty-six, forty-seven, forty-eight . . .”
Her artist’s eye took in the palette of color, and imagining the scene on canvas, she wished she’d brought along her paints and brushes. “Sixty-two, sixty-three, sixty-four . . .”
Andi had been right. The sweet, perfumed scent of the roses did seem to ease her tension and help block out all thoughts of romance. Even if the rose was a notorious symbol of love. And the flower that garnished the most sales over romantic holidays. With petals used for flower girl baskets at weddings.
Who needed romance anyway? Not her.
She bent to smell the next group of flowers and noticed a tall, blond man with work gloves carrying a potted rosebush past the ivy trellis. As his gaze caught hers, he appeared to pause. Then he smiled.
Kim smiled back and moved toward the next rose.
“Can I help you?” the gardener asked, walking over.
Oh, no. He had a foreign accent, Scandinavian, like some of the locals whose ancestors first inhabited the area. And she had an acute weakness for foreign accents.
“I think I need to do this myself,” Kim replied. “My goal is to smell a hundred roses.”
“Why a hundred?”
“That’s the number of things on my to-do list. I thought stopping to smell one rose per task might balance out my life.”
“Interesting concept.” The attractive gardener appeared to suppress a grin. “How many more do you have to go?”
“I’m at sixty-seven.”
“I didn’t mean to interrupt.” He set the rosebush down, took off a glove, and extended his hand. “I’m Nathaniel Sjölander.”
“Kimberly Burke,” she said, accepting the handshake. His hand, much larger than her own, surrounded her with warmth.
“I have to load a couple dozen roses into my truck for the Portland Rose Festival tomorrow, but by all means—keep sniffing.”
Kim pulled rose number sixty-eight toward her, a yellow flower as buttery and delicately layered as a . . . freshly baked croissant. Hunger sprang to life inside her empty stomach, and she realized she’d been so busy working, she’d forgotten to eat lunch.
She watched Nathaniel Sjölander move between the potted plants. Was he single? Would someone like him be interested in her? Maybe ask her to dinner? And why hadn’t she dated anyone in the last few years? She could argue that good-looking single men were hard to come by, but the truth was, she just hadn’t taken the initiative to find one.
Nathaniel made several trips back and forth between the greenhouse and the gate, his gaze sliding toward her again and again. Oh, yes! He was definitely interested. Her pulse quickened as he approached her a second time.
“I think you missed a few.” Nathaniel pulled a cut bouquet of red roses from behind his back and presented them to her.
“Thank you.” She hugged the flowers against her chest and lifted her gaze from the Sjölander’s Garden Nursery business logo embroidered on his tan work shirt to his warm, kind . . . blue eyes.
Oh, man, why did they have to be blue? Blue was her favorite color. She could get lost in blue. Especially his blue, a blend of sparkling azure with a hint of sea green. They reminded her of the ripples in the water where the Columbia River met the Pacific Ocean just outside Astoria.
“Sjölander. Is that Finnish?” she asked.
“Swedish. Most of my family resides in Sweden, with the exception of my brother and a few cousins.”
His name was incredibly familiar. Where had she come across the name Sjölander before? The Cupcake Diary!
“I’m co-owner of Creative Cupcakes,” Kim informed him. “Didn’t you book us for an upcoming event?”
“Must be for the wedding.”
Wedding? She held her breath. “Yours?”
He flashed her a smile. “No. My brother’s.”
“Of course.” She breathed easy once again.
“They’ve decided to have the ceremony in the new community park.”
Kim looked around, confused. “Isn’t this the new community park?”
Nathaniel’s eyes sparkled. “The park is two blocks down the street and much larger than my backyard.”
“Your backyard?”
Kim’s mouth popped open in an embarrassed “O.” Heat seared her cheeks. No wonder he’d been watching her. He was probably wondering what crazy chick was wandering around his property!
And as for the flowers? She doubted he meant them to symbolize anything romantic. Why would he? She was an idiot! The guy was probably just trying to be nice. Or maybe he thought giving her flowers would encourage her to leave. Worse—she would have to face him again in a few weeks at his brother’s wedding.
With an inward groan she squeezed her eyes shut, wishing she could start the day over. Or maybe the whole last decade. Then without further ado she set her jaw and looked up.
“Thanks for the roses,” she mumbled. And before she could embarrass herself further, she hurried out the gate and back to the cupcake shop—where she belonged.
Acknowledgments
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I’D LIKE TO thank my editor at Avon Books, Lucia Macro, for giving me the opportunity to write this book series. It’s been a dream come true.
And I’d like to thank my critique partners Jennifer Conner, D.V. Berkom, Chris Karlsen, and Wanda DeGolier for their inspiration and support.
About the Author
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Darlene Panzera writes sweet, fun-loving romance and is a member of the Romance Writers of America’s Greater Seattle and Peninsula chapters. Her career launched when her novella The Bet was picked by Avon Books and New York Times bestselling author Debbie Macomber to be published within Debbie’s own novel, Family Affair. Darlene says, “I love writing stories that help inspire people to laugh, value relationships, and pursue their dreams.”
Born and raised in New Jersey, Darlene is now a resident of the Pacific Northwest, where she lives with her husband and three children. When not writing she enjoys spending time with her family and her two horses and loves camping, hiking, photography, and lazy days at the lake.
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STEALING HOME
A DIAMONDS AND DUGOUTS NOVEL
By Jennifer Seasons
LUCKY LIKE US
BOOK TWO: THE HUNTED SERIES
By Jennifer Ryan
STUCK ON YOU
By Cheryl Harper
THE RIGHT BRIDE
BOOK THREE: THE HUNTED SERIES
By Jennifer Ryan
LACHLAN’S BRIDE
HIGHLAND LAIRDS TRILOGY
By Kathleen Harrington
An Excerpt from
STEALING HOME
A DIAMONDS AND DUGOUTS NOVEL
by Jennifer Seasons
When Lorelei Littleton steals Mark Cutter’s good luck charm, all the pro
ball player can think is how good she looked . . . and how bad she’ll pay. Thrust into a contest of wills, they’ll both discover that while revenge may be a dish best served cold, when it comes to passion, the hotter the better!
Raising his glass, Mark smiled and said, “To the rodeo. May you ride your bronc well.”
Color tinged Lorelei’s cheeks as they tapped their glasses. But her eyes remained on his while he took a long pull of smooth aged whiskey.
Then she spoke, her voice low. “I’ll make your head spin, cowboy. That I promise.”
That surprised a laugh out of him, even as heat began to pool heavy in his groin. “I’ll drink to that.” And he did. He lifted the glass and drained it, suddenly anxious to get on to the next stage. A drop of liquid shimmered on her full bottom lip, and it beckoned him. Reaching an arm out, Mark pulled her close and leaned down. With his eyes on hers, he slowly licked the drop off, his tongue teasing her pouty mouth until she released a soft moan.
Arousal coursed through him at the provocative sound. Pulling her more fully against him, Mark deepened the kiss. Her lush little body fit perfectly against him, and her lips melted under the heat of his. He slid a hand up her back and fisted the dark, thick mass of her long hair. He loved the feel of the cool, silky strands against his skin.
He wanted more.
Tugging gently, Mark encouraged her mouth to open for him. When it did, his tongue slid inside and tasted, explored the exotic flavor of her. Hunger spiked inside him, and he took the kiss deeper. Hotter. She whimpered into his mouth and dug her fingers into his hair, pulled. Her body began pushing against his, restless and searching.
Mark felt like he’d been tossed into an incinerator when he pushed a thigh between her long, shapely legs and discovered the heat there. He groaned and rubbed his thigh against her, feeling her tremble in response.
Suddenly she broke the kiss and pushed out of his arms. Her breathing was ragged, her lips red and swollen from his kiss. Confusion and desire mixed like a heady concoction in his blood, but before he could say anything, she turned and began walking toward the hallway to his bedroom.
At the entrance she stopped and beckoned to him. “Come and get me, catcher.”
So she wanted to play, did she? Hell yeah. Games were his life.
Mark toed off his shoes as he yanked his sweater over his head and tossed it on the floor. He began working the button of his fly and strode after her. He was a little unsteady on his feet, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to catch her. When he entered his room, he found her by the bed. She’d turned on the bedside lamp, and the light illuminated every gorgeous inch of her curvaceous body.
He started toward her, but she shook her head. “I want you to sit on the bed.”
Mark walked to her anyway and gave her a deep, hungry kiss before he sat on the edge of the bed. He wondered what she had in store for him and felt his gut tighten in anticipation. “Are you going to put on a show for me?” God, it’d be so hot if she did.
All she said was “mmm hmm.” Then she turned her back to him. Mark let his eyes wander over her body and decided her tight, round ass in denim was just about the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
When his gaze rose back up, he found her smiling over her shoulder at him. “Are you ready for the ride of your life, cowboy?”
Hell yes he was. “Bring it, baby. Show me what you’ve got.”
Her smile grew sultry with unspoken promise as she reached for the hem of her t-shirt. She pulled it up leisurely while she kept eye contact with him. All he could hear was the soft sound of fabric rustling, but it fueled him—this seductively slow striptease she was giving him.
He wanted to see more of her. “Turn around.”
As she turned, she continued to pull her shirt up until she was facing him with the yellow cotton dangling loosely from her fingertips. A black, lacy bra barely covered the most voluptuous, gorgeous pair of breasts he’d ever laid eyes on. He couldn’t stop staring.
“Do you like what you see?”
Good God, yes. The woman was a goddess. He nodded, a little harder than he meant to because he almost fell forward. He was starting to tell her how sexy she was when suddenly a full-blown wave of dizziness hit him. He shook his head to clear it. What the hell?
“Is everything all right, Mark?”
The room started spinning, and he tried to stand but couldn’t. It felt like the world had been tipped sideways and his body was sliding onto the floor. He tried to stand again but fell backward onto the bed instead. He stared up at her as he tried to right himself and couldn’t.
Fonda stood there like a siren, dark hair tousled around her head, breasts barely contained—guilt plastered across her stunning face.
Before he fell unconscious on the bed, he knew. Knew it with gut certainty. He tried to tell her, but his mouth wouldn’t move. Son of a bitch.
Fonda Peters had drugged him.
An Excerpt from
LUCKY LIKE US
BOOK TWO: THE HUNTED SERIES
by Jennifer Ryan
The second installment in The Hunted Series by Jennifer Ryan . . .
1
A wisp of smoke rose from the barrel of his gun. The smell of gunpowder filled the air. Face raised to the night sky, eyes closed, he sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly, enjoying the moment. Adrenaline coursed through his veins with a thrill that left a tingle in his skin. His heart pounded, and he felt more alive than he remembered feeling ever in his normal life.
Slowly, he lowered his head to the bloody body lying sprawled on the dirty pavement at his feet. The Silver Fox strikes again. The smile spread across his face. He loved the nickname the press had given him after the police spoke of the elusive killer who’d caused at least eight deaths—who knew how many more? He did. He remembered every one of them in minute detail.
He kicked the dead guy in the ribs. Sonofabitch almost ruined everything, but you didn’t get to be in his position by leaving the details in a partnership to chance. They’d had a deal, but the idiot had gotten greedy, making him sloppy. He’d set up a meeting for tonight with a new hit but hadn’t done the proper background investigation. His death was a direct result of his stupidity.
“You set me up with a cop!” he yelled at the corpse.
He dragged the body by the foot into the steel container, heedless of the man’s face scraping across the rough road. He dropped the guy’s leg. The loud thud echoed through the cavernous interior. He locked the door and walked through the deserted shipyard, indifferent.
Maybe he’d let his fury get the best of him, but anything, or anyone, who threatened to expose him or end his most enjoyable hobby needed to be eliminated. He had too much to lose, and he never lost.
Only one more loose end to tie up.
2
San Francisco
Thursday, 9:11 p.m.
Little devils stomped up Sam’s spine, telling him trouble was on the way. He rolled his shoulders to erase the eerie feeling, but it didn’t work, never did. He sensed something was wrong, and he’d learned to trust his instincts. They’d saved his hide more than once.
Sam and his FBI partner, Special Agent Tyler Reed, sat in their dark car watching the entrance to Ray’s Rock House. Every time someone opened the front door, the blare of music poured out into the otherwise quiet street. Sam’s contact hadn’t arrived yet, but that was what happened when you relied on the less reputable members of society.
“I’ve got a weird vibe about this,” Sam said, breaking the silence. “Watch the front and alley entrances after I go in.”
Tyler never took his eyes off the door and the people coming and going. “I’ve got your back, but I still think we need more agents on this. What’s with you lately? Ever since your brother got married and had a family, you’ve been on edge, taking one dangerous case after another.”
Sam remembered the way his brother looked at his wife and the jealousy that had bubbled up in his gut, taking him by surpris
e. Jenna was everything to Jack, and since they were identical twins, it was easy for Sam to put himself in Jack’s shoes. All he had to do was look at Jack, Jenna, and their two boys to see what it would be like if he found someone to share his life.
Sam had helped Jenna get rid of her abusive ex-husband, who’d kidnapped her a couple years before. Until Jack had come into her life, she’d been alone, hiding from her ex—simply existing, she’d said. Very much like him.
An Excerpt from
STUCK ON YOU
by Cheryl Harper
Love’s in the limelight when big-shot producer KT Masters accidentally picks a fight with Laura Charles, a single mother working as a showgirl waitress in a hotel bar. When he offers her the fling of a lifetime, Laura’s willing to play along . . . just so long as her heart stays out of it. If she can help it, that is!
Laura said, “Excuse me, Mr. Masters.” When he held up an impatient hand, she narrowed her eyes and turned back to the two women. “Maybe you can tell him the drinks are here? I’ve got other customers to take care of.”
The pink-haired woman held out a hand. “Sure thing. I’m Mandy, the makeup artist. This is Shane. She’ll do hair. We’ll both help with costumes and props as needed.”
As Laura shook their hands, she privately thought that might be the best arrangement. Shane’s hair was perfect, not one strand out of place. Mandy’s pink shag sort of made it look like she’d been caught in a windstorm. In a convertible. But her makeup and clothes were very cute.
KT said, “Hold on just a sec, Bob. Let me go ahead and tweet this. Gotta keep the fans interested, you know.”
Laura glanced over her bare shoulder to see KT bound down the stairs, pause, snap a picture, and then type something on his phone before shouting about taking down the electronic display in the corner. Lucky would not be happy about that. As KT waved his arms dramatically and the director nodded, Laura smiled at the two girls. “Guess I’m dismissed.”