The Family Man
by Kelly Eadon
Releasing July 5th 2016
Forever Yours
Forever Yours
TEMPTATION
NEVER TASTED SO SWEET...
From
The Book Junkie Reads . . .The Family Man . . .
Lemon. Lemon bar. Lemon treat. No tart here. Beth has found that her tasty treats are well loved by the populus that visits a very popular coffee shop, owned by sexy hot, single dad with a sinful smile and most adorable little girl. Beth takes life as it is but lives her life to the fullest most of the time. She was hesitant to go for the man behind the sinful smile because that would be mixing business with pleasure. But what a pleasure it would be to mix with him.
Griffin has grown up with the responsibility of her young daughter and a growing business. Then he meets a woman that makes him want. Beth was an attraction that he was not suppose to have. He was a single dad and a responsible business owner.
Both Beth and Griffin felt the attraction. Feared the unknown between them. Longed for more than just that one night. Kelly Eadon gives another good read with her latest work in The Family Man. Lemon treats don't always leave a bitter taste behind.
Griffin has grown up with the responsibility of her young daughter and a growing business. Then he meets a woman that makes him want. Beth was an attraction that he was not suppose to have. He was a single dad and a responsible business owner.
Both Beth and Griffin felt the attraction. Feared the unknown between them. Longed for more than just that one night. Kelly Eadon gives another good read with her latest work in The Family Man. Lemon treats don't always leave a bitter taste behind.
**This ARC was provided via NetGalley
in exchange for an honest review.**
BLURB
When
life hands lemons to Beth Beverley, she makes mouthwatering lemon squares.
Mostly because they're coveted by the sexy single dad who owns Belmont's most
popular coffee shop. But that's where her crush on Griffin has to end. Her
sweet treats are selling like crazy cakes in his shop, and she doesn't mix
business with pleasure. Too bad his sinful smile has her flirting with the idea
of forever.
Griffin
Hall definitely needs to keep his eyes--and his hands--off Beth. Since he's
traded in late-night gigs and partying for bedtime stories with his little girl
in his arms, he doesn't have time for anything else. So why does Beth's big
heart and easy way with his daughter make him finally feel alive again? But
there's a little secret Beth doesn't know, something he can't bear to tell her
. . .
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He
lifted a few containers out of a picnic basket and opened them on the blanket.
“But you remind me of this town in Italy. I know that seems like a weird thing
to say, that you remind me of a town. But it’s full of all these paths that
take you to completely unexpected places. Everywhere you turn, someone is
trying to feed you. Everyone smiles all the time, and they have a little street
theater with puppets that the kids gather around to watch.”
He
lifted his eyes to her and grinned. “If you were a place, Beth, you would be
this place. We played a concert in a city nearby, but we had a day off and I
explored the town by myself. The whole time I kept thinking how great it would
be to share it with someone. The other night it came to me: I had to have lunch
with you in Urbino.”
Her
breath caught. Wow.
He
gestured to the food he’d laid out on the blanket. Olives, figs, cheese, bread,
dried fruit. Her mouth watered just looking at it. “So here you go. Lunch in
Urbino.”
Her
eyes stung and she blinked hard. This could not be happening. This could not be
real.
“Wow.”
The
corners of his mouth dropped and his eyebrows furrowed. “Do you like it?” He
dropped his gaze to his lap, where his hands fidgeted. “Is it too much?”
She
threw herself at him, covering his face with kisses, not caring if she knocked
anything over. “It’s the most incredible thing anyone has ever done for me.”
His
fingers closed around her waist and he tugged her into his lap. He pressed his
mouth to hers and used the tip of his tongue to trace the seam of her lips.
A
high-pitched whistle pierced the air. She raised her head and found a group of
teenage boys giving them the thumbs-up.
Her
face heated and she crawled back to her spot on the other side of the blanket.
She
reached for the container of olives and spooned a few onto her plate. “I feel
like I should warn you that dessert is entirely off-theme.”
He
raised an eyebrow and popped a fig into his mouth. “Oh yeah?”
She
nodded. “Oh yeah.”
Then
she reached for the plastic bag in her purse and plopped it onto the blanket,
so that one of the cookies was faceup inside the package.
He
leaned toward it, his eyes narrowing. “What kind of cookie is that?”
She’d
iced them pink and then used magenta piping to create little curlicues. “Pig
butt.”
His
gaze jerked to hers and he blinked a few times. “A pig butt cookie?”
The
tickle in her throat became too much, she burst into giggles. “Just the
decoration, not the flavoring. I found them on Pinterest. Nailed it, right?”
He
threw his head back and laughed. “Yup. You nailed it. That is most definitely a
pig’s ass. Martha Stewart, the person not the van, would be impressed.”
With
a giggle, she tipped her head back to let the sunshine warm her face.
It
was as near to perfect as a date could be.
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Author Info
Kelly Eadon is a romance writer living in Richmond, Virginia with her husband and a house full of rescue animals, aka "the kraken". She swears like a sailor and says whatever pops into her head. In order to counteract her big mouth, she wears high heels whenever possible. In her spare time she spins, kick boxes and attempts to renovate her farmhouse. She hates sanding drywall, loves to cook, drinks lots of wine, gets scary competitive at trivia, and enjoys time spent exploring with her rescued beagle mixes.
Kelly Eadon is a romance writer living in Richmond, Virginia with her husband and a house full of rescue animals, aka "the kraken". She swears like a sailor and says whatever pops into her head. In order to counteract her big mouth, she wears high heels whenever possible. In her spare time she spins, kick boxes and attempts to renovate her farmhouse. She hates sanding drywall, loves to cook, drinks lots of wine, gets scary competitive at trivia, and enjoys time spent exploring with her rescued beagle mixes.
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