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
“You look quite amazing this evening,” sin and smoke purred near her left shoulder.
She pivoted in that direction, not quite catching the voice. “Thank you.”
Warm fingers trailed down her bare arm, gripping her hand. A sizzle struck through every nerve of her body. It wasn’t just his touch but also his nearness. She was used to people’s closeness, but his nearness was unnerving. Almost possessive. Each time she exhaled, her breasts touched his jacket.
“Would you care to dance?”
He was so close, his lips grazed the delicate shell of her ear, sending tingles down her spine and straight to her nipples.
A smile creased her lips. “I’m sorry. Do I know you?” she asked, not recognizing the speaker.
“In time, you will.”
Penelope tilted her head. The dulcet tones were scintillating, but between his low volume and the loud background noise of the room, she still couldn’t identify him. “I’m blind. Your voice sounds familiar, but I can’t quite place it.”
“I know. It’s all good. I’ve been admiring you from across the room, and I noticed your date seems to have deserted you for the moment.”
She bit her lip, not quite sure how to process this information. “He found one of his buddies to discuss business.”
“His loss. If I had such a beautiful woman as my date, I wouldn’t let you out of my sight for anything.”
Pleasure stole through her at the compliment. “Thank you.”
“Would you like to dance?”
“I’d love to.”
He tucked her hand through the crook of his arm, and they moved forward. “Your dress is stunning.”
Heat flushed her cheeks, delighted that her mystery man had actually noticed, while her date had not. Though her mother had described it to her in great detail over the phone, Penelope could only imagine the sequins and rhinestones dripping from the halter-style evening gown. Sam hadn’t bothered to give her a compliment. If anything, he’d said her lipstick was smeared.