There isn’t a situation that can’t be fixed by a coat of chocolate body paint or a liberal smear of Champagne Lick, right? Wrong!
Ever since her father was murdered by a gang of youths, Sienna Lloyd has named herself Potterford’s protector—her sexy lingerie shop is a place where the town’s women can visit and feel safe. But when that shop is in danger of closing, Sienna needs a solution that will keep her in Potterford, where she can always look out for her mother, friends, and clients.
The answer? Move the shop to her home at 16 Marsden Place. The problem? Her new neighbor, the delicious but seriously uptight Jack Beaton. Oh, and his four-year-old twin girls.
Jack has just moved to the tiny town of Potterford in a bid to start over. To build a new life that keeps his children safe from their violent and sex-crazed mother. So when he discovers his neighbor intends to open a sex shop right next door, Jack will do anything to ensure it doesn’t happen…including fighting every ounce of his attraction to the shop’s owner and his innate need to trust again.
Sienna pulled into her driveway feeling a million times more optimistic than she had
before she’d met with Kelsey. She’d only just cut the engine when an ear-splitting
scream came from outside the car. She sat bolt upright.
The sight that greeted her didn’t bode well for the quiet night she hankered for.
Yet a traitorous smile tugged at her lips. Why did those twins have to be so cute?
Sienna watched Holly and Katy run back and forth across the front yard, and a burst
of laughter bubbled in her throat. If her guess was right as to which twin was which,
it was Katy who screamed hysterically in one continual stream of terror while Holly
chased her with what looked suspiciously like dog poo on the end of a stick.
“You’re a little firecracker, my girl,” Sienna said, laughing. She then turned to
see Blue Eyes was also in the yard, and she groaned. Now that was just cruel.
Clearly, Jack Beaton possessed the same unfathomable gift all parents of young
kids seem to have—the innate ability to completely zone out to the chaos that erupts
all around them and walk about as though they’re alone in a silent meadow. But
it wasn’t the way Jack calmly steered a wheelbarrow around the lawn that made
Sienna’s heart race, nor the way he stopped and held up a rather raggedy-looking tulip
bulb and smelled it, as though checking what it was.
What injected lust into her loins like liquid aphrodisiac would be his half-naked
state of undress. His back made a perfect triangle, tapering down to a hard, buff ass
encased in what had to surely be tailor-made Levi’s. A film of perspiration glinted
along the length of his naked, golden spine as muscles rippled beneath the skin in all
their sinewy glory.
Sienna sighed. It was pointless denying he caused sensations in her that hadn’t
been stirred for a mighty long time. She ran the tip of her tongue over dry lips and
squeezed her thighs together to stem the throbbing. Why did a man who looked like
that have to move in next door when she had so many problems? Damn, if she hadn’t
already felt as though her entire existence teetered on a precipice, she might have tried
to get used to the idea of kids for some up-close and personal time with a guy like
I live with my fantastic husband, our two young daughters and my beloved black Labrador, Max in a small market town near the famous Georgian City of Bath. Having always ‘played’ with writing, I didn’t seriously sit down and write toward publication until I became pregnant with my second daughter – then I told myself to get my butt in the chair and get on with it before she grows up and I’m forced to get a real job! Lots of short stories followed as did lots of rejections! I took a few distance learning courses, joined some online writers groups and basically, learned my craft. Finally deciding short stories weren’t working for me (they are an art form in themselves!), in 2006 I decided to embark on my first novel and voila Searching For Sophie was born! Since then, my other books have followed each year. And when I’m not writing? You’ll find me with my head in a book or walking the beautiful English countryside with my family. And in the evening? Well, a well-deserved glass of wine is never, ever refused.