Lightning round with Patty, the author:
1- Savory or Sweet? Savory
2- Darts or Pool? Neither
3- Cooking or baking? Cooking
4- Coffee or Tea? Tea
5- Pizza or Hamburgers? Pizza
6- Popcorn or M&Ms? Popcorn
7- Hotel or B&B? B&B
8- Milk or Orange Juice? Milk
9- Coke or Mountain Dew? Coke
10- Pumps or flats? Flats
Lightning Round with Emily, the heroine:
1- Night or day? Day
2- Hot or cold? Hot
3- Dog or Cat? Cat
4- Phone or email? Email
5- Roses or Orchids? Roses
6- Strawberries or Blackberries? Blackberries
7- Eggs or Bacon? Eggs
8- Paperback or e-book? Paperback
9- Gold or silver? Silver
10- Romance or Adventure? Romantic Adventure
Lightning Round with Taylor, the hero:
1- Movie Theater or Pay-per-view? Pay-per-view
2- Boots or sneakers? Boots
3- Pancakes or Waffles? Pancakes
4- Sports Drink or Water? Water
5- Mint or Cinnamon? Mint
6- Tall, Grande or Venti? Venti
7- Mountain or Beach? Mountain
8- Saturday or Sunday? Sunday
9- Indoors or outdoors? Outdoors
10- Movie or TV Show? Movie
Publication date: November 2nd 2013
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
When all hope for moving on from a life filled with pain and abuse was gone, Emily Watson closed herself off to the world, packed her bags, and moved across the country in search of a new life. What she found was a career she adored and friends she loved. It wasn’t a full and complete life, but it was definitely better than what she knew before.
When all hope for being loved and accepted for who he was instead of what he had was gone, Taylor Carter decided that trusting people outside of his family wasn’t really smart and would only lead to disappointment. With his world turned upside down, his life became about his work, and every new relationship was meaningless and superficial. He was safe and definitely content but never truly happy.
When all hope for staying awake during a long day was gone, Emily and Taylor found themselves at the same coffee cart. Little did they know then that the worst coffee they’d ever had would forever change their lives.
When hopeless people are blinded by an endless pain, when contentment and safety feel like the best options, and when love seems impossible, they may just find an exception.
She stood by the cart, reading and replying to her messages with one hand while holding the very large cardboard cup with the unpleasant-but-caffeinated beverage in the other. Mid-sentence in her reply to Zack, a string of profanities that would have made her late, shameless Nana blush, found their way to her ears.
Curious to know who the foul mouth was, she lifted her eyes from her iPhone screen and saw a tall man in perfect fitting, beat-up jeans, a black t-shirt that clung to his body just enough to show his defined chest and bulging biceps, and worn out boots, standing next to her. His handsome face was twisted in an indignant, disgusted look, directed at the cup in his hand. The scene made her giggle.
The sound caught his attention. He turned to her, glaring through a frown, which only served to heighten the amusement she was trying hard to control. “I take it you’re not a student.”
“No, I’m not. I’m just a caffeine-addicted brother who was served the worst coffee of his damn life. In fact, calling this awful cup of brewed crap coffee is insulting.” He emphasized his statement by dumping the full cup into the trash bin next to him. Emily had to bite her lip in order to control a new wave of laughter bubbling inside of her as he continued his rant. “When I went to college, we had better coffee than that.”
Taking in the sight of her happily gulping at her cup, he stopped and looked her straight in the eyes with a light smirk on his face. “You don’t look like a student either, so please enlighten me. Why are you torturing yourself with such an enormous cup of this disgusting crap?”
Emily smiled and shrugged her shoulders, taking another sip of the offensive beverage in question. “I was woken up before the sun this morning, and I just spent the past two hours in a library room with a bunch of students. Walking in these heels to the nearest Starbucks would have been more torturous than this coffee.”
“Wow, you’re worse than me,” he replied with a wide, perfect smile and an arched brow. “I’m Taylor, by the way.”
“Nice to meet you, Taylor.”
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