Friday, 17 June 2011

Cinnamon & Spice by L. K. Below





Jack is smart. Jack is charming. Jack is persistent.

But Melissa is dead certain that he isn't the guy for her. In a moment of weakness caused by his shiver-inducing voice, Melissa finally agrees to one date. She shows up on his doorstep determined to get it over and done with, but Jack has something different planned. With a home-cooked meal, wine, and cinnamon-scented candles, can he break down Melissa's resolve?

Can he steal her heart?

Jack has been planning a first date with Melissa for months—only she didn’t know that until he told her while they were mid-date. He had been persistent in asking her out, and she’d finally given in, planning to get the evening out of the way then move on. She’d eat with him, make nice, then leave. Wouldn’t she? Yeah, she would.

But Melissa is shocked by her emotions that are intent on betraying her until she bends to their will. And they are bending like no one’s business. While she battles with thoughts of him not being the man for her, that nothing he has done in the past—except speak in a sexy voice—has made her feel even remotely pwoarish towards him, her body has other ideas. Oh, and those ideas…she needs sex and she needs it now. What the hell has happened to her? Jack, that’s what. His assault on her senses leaves her breathless and panting for more than a cool glass of wine, you know what I’m saying?

So she allows the evening to go along as Jack intended, and I know damn well she was pleased she did. He gives her more than anyone else ever has, and she’s left pleasantly surprised that what she once thought would be a strained disaster was a thrilling experience.

I need myself a Jack. Someone to stroke roses down my face and light candles. Someone who is romantic and loves me to death. If I was a nasty bit of baggage, I’d say I hated Melissa because she has it all. But I don’t. I’m glad she got everything she’d always wanted.

She stared into the crimson drink. (I liked the use of crimson)

Her skin broke out in goose bumps without him to heat it.

Did that husky voice really belong to her?

She felt his heated stare almost as tangibly as if he was touching her.

A great short read that makes you sigh and wish Jack was yours. If you don’t, I’d be surprised. He’s gorgeous in every way.




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