Valentine’s is always a busy time of year for PB and J Bakery.
With love fueling the need for sweet confections, there’s always room for romance. Even the anonymous gifts left for Penelope, by a secret admirer, are a welcome distraction from the chaos of chocolate and spongecake.
Penelope Bishop has an idea who’s sending the gifts, or at least she hopes it’s her sexy mystery man who stole a kiss on New Year’s Eve. The trouble is, she’s never seen him. Her only clues are dancing skills, a great pair of lips, and a sensual voice that haunts her dreams and every waking fantasy. All that pales when her assistant, Avery, inspires those same lustful thoughts.
Avery has loved Penelope from afar, but with her recent breakup, he doubts she’ll view him beyond the current role he has in her life...seeing eye person. He has one chance to woo a woman who defines her world through touch, scent, sound, and taste--think outside the dating box. When an old flame comes courting and makes Penelope an offer she just may accept, Avery has one last opportunity to make her his Valentine...he’ll have to bare all.
Excerpt Chapter One
At the hard tug on her bicep, she stumbled forward as she was pulled along, the rest of the conversation lost in the laughter swirling the room. Music mingled with easy chatter, and she could just make out the rhythmic stride of dancing. Sam, her date and companion for the last four months, would rather hold idle conversations than ask her to dance.
At his abrupt stop, she bumped into Sam’s shoulder; the soft wool of his suit brushed her nose. Penelope sniffed. A familiar blend, sweet like jasmine and nutmeg tickled her nostrils. She frowned, leaning closer to Sam. The scent blended with his spicy aftershave, along with a tang of something...earthier.
“Did you need something?”
“No, Sam,” Penelope said as she shifted beside him.
“All right.” None too gently, he shook off her hand and turned away. “Bill, did you receive the proposal I sent over yet? I tell you, there is major money to be made in this endeavor.”
From the direction of his voice, he had his back toward her and was gradually moving away. She huffed and patted her evening bag, making sure her cane was still inside. He had a habit of removing it when they were together, and she wanted to make sure he hadn’t done the same tonight.
Although if he had, she was familiar with the ballroom, and there were enough volunteers to assist her if needed. Tonight’s gala, while sponsored by several large companies, one of which Sam worked for, the proceeds were all benefiting The Commission for the Blind. A nonprofit organization that helped visually impaired individuals gain the education and skills needed to live a full and productive life.
And it was near and dear to her heart. The agency had helped her retain her independence.