Title: Love, Chocolate and Beer (Cactus Creek #1)
Author: Violet Duke
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 30, 2014
Series: Cactus Creek
Hosted by: Love Between the Sheets Promotions
Synopsis
Romance has met its most unlikely match-up…
Luke Bradford is a chocolatier on a mission. After moving his chocolate shop, and newly single life, to the quirky town of Cactus Creek, Luke wants nothing more than to devote all his energy into making his business a success—by taking the romance market by storm. But his grand plans get thrown for a loop when he locks horns with the feisty beer-brewing beauty next door who calls his ‘romantic idealism’ a load of fairytale bull. Soon, driving the woman sparking nuts becomes another wickedly fun priority he simply can’t get enough of. In his defense, she’s addictively easy to incite…and plain impossible to resist.
Beloved local brewmaster Dani Dobson is beyond riled up. It’s bad enough the new shop owner in town comes locked and loaded with both a distractingly rugged charm and sexy flashing dimples, but the whole only-in-the-movies variety of romance he’s selling—the kind her world has been crushed by before—is really doing a number on her allergy to unrealistic clichés. What’s worse, he’s created an annoyingly clever ad campaign that dubs ‘beer joints’ like hers as the “cave where romance goes to hibernate.”
The nerve of that man. Combustible chemistry or not, damn it, this means war. The stakes…very likely, her heart.
Excerpt
“Don’t you dare laugh at me, you
ass!”
“I wasn’t laughing. I was smiling.” The glare Dani shot him could’ve leveled a
city.
His hand halted an inch from sliding
into her hair again, or rather, an inch from her now fully visible teeth. “Why do I get the feeling biting a hunk of
flesh out of me wouldn’t be beneath you”—Luke blinked, fascinated—“Did you just
growl at me?”
While he was now showing her the same
caution one would a feral cat, his heated gaze said he found her ferocity
inexplicably sexy. “Yes, I was smiling
about your drought; so sue me. I like
the thought of you not remembering any kisses but mine.” His eyes roamed her face. “To hell with it, I don’t need all ten
fingers…” He caressed her cheek and she
felt her eyelids drift closed at the touch.
“Dani, you in
there?”
bellowed Javier, one of her cooks from the kitchen. “Can
you bring out the—” His severed
request morphed into a muffled howl, a high octave just below soprano. “Never
mind,” he reneged in a squeaking gasp of male agony shortly after.
Dani winced, recognizing the audible
footprint of Xoey’s handiwork. The
mental image of Xoey de-balling poor Javier threw Dani back to the here and
now. As reality rushed in, she could
once again hear the bar noises sifting in under the door, smell the savory
aromas from the grill, and see—even in the semi-darkness—that she’d been
minutes from rounding a few of the bases with a perfect stranger.
Avoiding his eyes, she fiddled with her
bar apron. “I should probably get back
to work.”
“Right, of course.” He stood and helped her up. “Sorry, I never lose my head like that. Not sure what’s up with me...huh, that
sounded a lot dirtier than I intended—”
He stopped and grinned when a ripple of amusement tinkled past her lips.
She couldn’t help but chuckle. This was fun; he was fun.
As she rolled the liquor cart to the door,
Dani racked her brain for a sexy comeback to keep the banter going. Not exactly her forte.
Luckily, she was saved from making a
conversational ass out of herself when he abruptly stepped in front of the cart
and said, “I know you have to get back out to the bar but I’ll never forgive
myself if I let you walk out this door without getting you to agree to have
dinner with me.”
He cringed in sheepish male
hindsight. “Though I’d probably settle
for at least getting your name.”
Right, names. Or the lack there of, in their case. The whole reason she’d stopped kissing him to
begin with. She stuck an awkward hand
out in belated greeting. “My name’s
Danica. But everyone calls me
Dani.”
He intertwined his fingers with hers
and drew her in close, turning an awkward moment into an insanely sexy one in a
few seconds flat. Lowering his head
slowly as if to give her a chance to say no, he laid a soft, barely there kiss
on her lips when she didn’t.
“Nice to meet you, Dani.” His two dimples flashed as he said her
name. “I’m Luke.”
Their magical, movie soundtrack moment
was interrupted, however, by a dread-filled, hushed voice on the other side of
the door. “Dani?” Javier’s whisper was
tinted with panic. “I’m really sorry but we need to get more coriander.” A low murmur joined his. “And
cooking tequila too.”
Dani screwed her eyes closed in
embarrassment and called out, “I’ll bring them out, guys.”
She was barely through her sentence
when she heard the two of them scrambling away from the door. There was definite cursing in Spanish. Along with some praying.
The sound of lethal pointy-toe boots
stomping after them was the obvious reason why.
“I really ought to get out there,” she
groan-laughed. “Cooking with one hand
while protecting their crotch from Xoey’s wrath probably isn’t all that
safe. Or sanitary.”
“As a protective guardian of the same
anatomy, and an avid non-fan of any variety of jockstrap cuisine, you have my
sincere appreciation.” His earnest look
caused another round of mirth to unwind through her. “Just so we’re clear,” he added quickly, “you
do know a kiss after a dinner invite is a universal ironclad yes, right?” His tone was matter-of-fact, his eyes
adorably optimistic.
“That so?” She let loose a grin and tossed out, “Did I
agree to anything else?”
“Just a few other things I won’t be
able to stop thinking about until our date,” he teased right back.
She stared at him for exactly one
missed heartbeat before that whole bout of temporary insanity she’d been
worrying about earlier flared up and caused her to do the most un-Dani thing
ever.
She tackled him.
Well, she sort of just pushed him back
into the storage room but in her mind it had been far more primitive. Hands on the ridges of his torso, she tugged
him in for one final kiss.
And released him a long minute later
with a whispered, “I’ll be thinking about those things too,” as she basically
floated to the door.
“Jesus
Christ.” Luke’s tortured breath
trailed close behind her.
By the feel of the rustling at the small
of her back, he was attempting to adjust the fit of his jeans. When that resulted in apparent failure, he
muttered in her ear, “You had to wait till after
I finally got my soldiers to stand down from earlier, didn’t you?”
If there was a complaint in there
somewhere, it was altogether undetectable.
And Dani was
entirely unrepentant.
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