This week, my latest book, A TASTE OF TEMPTATION, was released. Book 3 of my Honeywilde Romances, it’s the story of Sophie and Wright, the journey of finding themselves, and love. Friends to Lovers, Best Friend’s little sister, a sexy renowned chef hero on the brink of fame, a tenacious heroine who’s afraid to lose anyone else – this book has it all. I hope readers love Sophie and Wright as much as I do. I’ve included an excerpt below. Enjoy!
“If you want to tell them, I’m in. I’ll go tell your brothers right now.”
“No!” Sophie pinched her lips together again.
“Then we don’t have to say a word to them.”
“But . . . it feels wrong to lie. Doesn’t that mean we’re wrong?”
He could see where this was going. Sophie was a soft heart. Always had been. The last thing she’d ever want was to hurt or disappoint anyone. She was a pleaser, going above and beyond to make her family happy, even if it meant putting herself last.
And they were treading into what many thought was questionable territory: attraction and sexual interest for someone who was once a platonic friend.
Especially when that friend was his best friend’s sister.
Now that he’d accepted his desire for Sophie, there were plenty of times in the past when he should’ve known.
Two years ago, during a long, hot summer like this one, he and Dev had taken a day off. Dev had already stopped drinking by then and gone on to bed, but Wright didn’t want to go home. He’d pilfered the bar for beer and sat on the verandah.
Sophie had flopped down next to him and taken his beer. She gave it back after a sip or two, but it tasted like beer and citrus-flavored ChapStick.
He should’ve been disgusted at the fruit flavor disrupting his perfectly good beer. Instead, he’d shifted in his seat, his dick twitching in interest about what she’d taste like if he kissed her. But because sometimes he was a horny guy, like anybody else, he’d written it off.
Then he’d damned himself for having impure thoughts about the Bradley baby sister, and drunk half his beer to put out the fire and brimstone.
Sophie had lingered, griping about something or other with the staff. A cool breeze blew across the verandah and he’d tried not to notice, but her nipples pebbled against the cotton of her shirt, just enough to see.
He’d jerked his gaze away and told himself boobs were boobs and they were all attractive. He was a hot-blooded, heterosexual male. How could he not notice?
She kept talking and making him laugh with her impression of her brothers, and he didn’t want to leave. Two more beers borrowed from the bar, and he got her to stay. Together, they complained about almost every single person they worked with, and a few of the folks in town, laughing until his sides hurt.
When she did finally leave, he craved her company. He saw her every day, talked to her all the time, and still he wanted more.
He didn’t want Sophie. He just liked her as a person. At least, that’s what he’d told himself at the time.
Now, he was done fighting his desire. He liked her and he wanted her.
Sophie fiddled with the sunglasses in her hand and shrugged. “I don’t know, but if I feel this guilty about last night, then maybe we shouldn’t do it.” Her statement was a plea, her gaze longing for answers.
He only had one answer, and it wasn’t going to change.
Even as she questioned everything they were doing, she took a step toward him, not away. “We should stop, right?”
He closed the gap between them in one step. “Wrong.”
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