Sugar and Spice #2 (available 11/2/2015)
Thirty-five year-old Siobhan “Sugar” Malloy, co-owner of Sugar and Spice Café and a part-time burlesque performer made a pact with her best friends to start living—and loving—on their own terms. This time she draws the short straw, meaning it’s her time to take a walk on the wild side. Who better to wild out with than twenty-five year-old Charley Townsend, studly owner of a bike messenger service?
Caught up in a hot cougar fantasy, Siobhan is shocked when her boy toy wants forever. But when Siobhan’s eighteen year-old estranged daughter arrives with an ultimatum, Siobhan finds herself faced with a broken heart no matter which choice she makes.
“Hello,” he said, sticking out his hand as Siobhan approached. “I’m Charlie O’Halloran with Crimson Bay Couriers. And the questions is, what can I—or rather, what can my company—do for you today?”
“What is it that you thi . . .” Her voice faded as his hand engulfed hers, her breath stolen by the warmth that snaked up her arm and went straight to her chest. Was this what a heart attack felt like? The tingling, the shortness of breath, the painfully hard nipples? Okay, maybe not the nipple part, but everything else.
“Do you have a few minutes, Ms. Malloy?” O’Halloran gave her that smile again. He had to know it was a weapon of mass seduction. Even she, with her scarred-over heart and dormant libido, wasn’t immune to its charm.
She glanced around the café. He’d timed his visit well; their regulars knew what time they closed up shop, and the few stragglers who did come in where choosing to-go orders from whatever was left.
“Of course, Mr. O’Halloran,” she said, gesturing to the out-of-the-way table they used for their Tuesday talks. “And please call me Siobhan. We don’t stand on formality around here.”
“Siobhan. What a beautiful name.” He pulled out her chair for her, then took the seat opposite. “Please call me Charlie.”
“Charlie.” At least he didn’t give her the tired line about beautiful names for beautiful women. Point to him. Then again, he probably didn’t have to use pickup lines. All he had to do was lean forward, stare into a woman’s eyes as if she were the most important thing in the universe, and give that smile that promised to let her in on the secret.
Siobhan wasn’t about to let him add her to his string of conquests. She wasn’t some college coed or innocent. She’d seen too much, done much more, and pulled herself through to the other side. His charms wouldn’t work on her, as powerful as they were. In fact, maybe it was time to show him that an experienced woman had a charm of her own.