Welcome back for another Sunday snippet, part of the Weekend Writing Warriors meme.
This week, we’re still with Conn in CUP OF SUGAR. He’s meeting Sara (Nia’s sister), for the first time. Sara is the lead in my upcoming release, ICING ON THE CAKE, so take note of this snarky spitfire. 😉
“Whoa—who are you? And why was I not advised of your presence in advance, so I could wear something more appropriate. Or less appropriate, actually.” Sara shrugged out of a short, silver jacket and tossed it on a chair. “That dog is enormous, does it bite?” She gave Conn a no-holds-barred, top-to-bottom onceover. “You’re pretty big too—do you bite?”
“No biting, you’re safe.”
“Part of me is relieved,” a suggestive wink came his way, “but the other part’s a little disappointed.”
CUP OF SUGAR is now available!
ICING ON THE CAKE releases July 1st!
Nia has one rule—don’t date neighbors. Simple, except the guy next door is single, handsome, and not inclined to close his blinds while naked. When her car dies, Conn takes “being neighborly” to a new level by offering a ride to her long-distance destination. Nia has resisted his looks and charm for months. Surely she can handle a few hours in his truck…
For months, Conn has blatantly put himself on display, hoping his pretty blonde neighbor would tire of secretly watching and come knock on his door for a cup of sugar—or more. No such luck—until an unusual opportunity arises. After a six-hour drive turns into a sweet-and-sexy weekend, Conn wants more than neighborly status with Nia. To get it, he must convince her to break the rule protecting her heart—by putting his on the line.
Nia and Conn’s wedding will be fairytale perfect…if their siblings can get along.
Free-spirited, anti-establishment Sara has always been on the outside of her family’s fairytale mold. Now she’s being forced smack into the middle of it at her sister Nia’s wedding. Alongside the cocky and annoyingly sexy best man—Conn’s cop brother.
Curtis doesn’t buy in to organized romance and fairytales. But for his brother, he’ll throw on a tux and fake it for a few hours. His flak vest would have been a better choice around the maid of honor. He should have brought his handcuffs too, because somebody needs to restrain the dark-haired spitfire—and he’s just the man for the job.
One night to indulge the spark between them, then goodbye—that was the agreement. Curtis isn’t looking for a relationship and he sure doesn’t want a troublemaker for a girlfriend. The last thing Sara needs in her daily life is a cop looking over her shoulder, no matter how hot he is.
But giving in to their chemistry is much more fun than giving it up…