It’s getting closer and closer to the release date of my Decadent/Bono Foodie Romance. Curious? Here’s a little taste to tide you over.
Our heroine is in an airport after a rough flight with her wriggly baby…
Papery eyelids fluttered and then closed. Tiny lips pursed. At last, Chloe slept. She didn’t mind cradling the sleeping girl in spite of the numb wrist from the limp weight. Watching the rise and fall of Chloe’s chest soothed her into an almost hypnotic state.
Out of her peripheral vision, a large pair of shiny black shoes grew closer until they stopped beside her. A familiar, deep voice rattled her.
“Gwendolyn Jones, is that you?”
A gorgeous, sandy-haired man bent toward her. She’d recognize him anywhere. The most horrible day of her life just got worse.