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Availability date: 01/06/2016
Hard-working Kate Clark opens a thriving coffee shop that quickly becomes the local hang-out for students and the community. Her one wish is to eventually buy out her sister’s share of the old Florida home they inherited. However, Violet is need desperate of cash and has other plans.
Tappe Vanderberg, Kate’s childhood friend and high school sweetheart, has sold his lucrative internet security business to return to Little Heron Shores and fulfill his dreams of owning a marina. Now the handsome Dutch-born businessman is making waves with single women all over town—including loony, post mistress Eva May Poole who’s in search of husband number three.
But it’s Kate Clark who’s wreaking havoc with Tappe’s heart, not Eva May. Can he find away to shake the dingbat post mistress and convince Kate to give him a second chance and the sweet kiss he remembers from an earlier time?
Tappe picked up the grimy jar of candy hearts. “No way! I can’t believe Fay saved your candy hearts.” He twisted off the lid and shook one into his hand.
“Neither can I. Don’t you dare put that into your mouth. Those candies are over a decade old!”
“So? Sugar doesn’t spoil.”
“Okay, go ahead. Eat it. Poison yourself. Why should I care?” she said drily. “Just don’t call me in the middle of the night.”
With a shake of her head, she turned back to the stove, took out a cold plate from the freezer, and plopped a teaspoon of the liquid from the bubbling pot on it, then ran a finger through the mixture to see if the jam stayed parted and stable, refusing to run together. She removed the pot from the stove, set it on the table, and started filling the pint and half-pint jars.
“You don’t mean that.” He dropped the candy back into the jar, and came up behind her. He started nuzzling her on the side of her neck.
“Do you realize I’m working with hot liquids?” She tried to be stern as she squirmed away still holding the hot pot. She could never quite pull off reprimanding Tappe, especially when he was on a roll.
And he was on a roll. “Not as hot as you are. Want to make out?”
Kate looked at him askance. “Now? Here? Are you sane?”
“Yes, I’m fairly lucid. But if your answer is a no to making out, then can I lick the pot instead?”
“If you promise to quit licking my neck.”
“Oh, Kate, you wound me.” Grinning, he all but skipped over to the silverware drawer, rummaged through it, and found a spoon. He dipped up some jam from the pot and blew on it. Seconds later, he tasted it and groaned in pleasure. An infectious smile spread across his face. “Ah, Kate, this is delicious. This is spectacular. I didn’t know it was so simple to make. Can we give a pint to my mom and dad?”
“Sure.” When she turned from filling the last jar, he pulled her to him. “Taste this,” he murmured. He bent and devoured her lips. It was a sweet kiss of sugar and strawberries and intensity. His mouth found the hollow of her neck again where he planted another tantalizing kiss. She wiggled away. But the contentment and peace that flowed between them melted away ten years, leaving them wrapped in invisible warmth and euphoria.
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