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?
She eyed Luc as an idea settled in her mind. It would be so easy to tease Sam. Not allowing the more rational side of her brain to talk her out of it, she leaned toward him and lowered her voice, in case Sam could hear them inside the house. “I have an idea. I want to have a little fun with my best friend. A little payback. You game?”
He smiled, slow and lopsided. “Oh, count me in.”
Her gaze dropped to his mouth, and her heart tripped over itself. In about two seconds, she was going to plaster herself all over those luscious lips. Had she lost her mind?
She straightened her shoulders. “Kiss me. Like you mean it.”
For a moment, he simply stared, and a fierce heat climbed into her cheeks. If he turned her down now, she’d die of embarrassment.
“I think I can do that.” He settled his elbows on his knees, meeting her halfway across the space between them. “Baciami, bella.”
He leaned closer, his scent drifting across her path. Thoughts of that full lower lip caressing hers made her tingle, and she suddenly ached to taste him. What was she doing?
“What’s that mean?” She needed to think. “The thing you just said.”
He leaned closer. “Kiss me, beautiful.”
His warm breath whispered over her cheek, and goose bumps shivered across the surface of her skin.
“You’re enjoying this too much.” Although only to herself would she admit that she was, too.
“I can’t resist teasing Sam. I also love that you have such a wicked mind.” His eyes narrowed. “Are you going to kiss me or what?”