The Sweet Spot
Chapter One
When he strolled into the Sweet Spot exuding confidence like
other men sweat, looking all kind of ways good to her,
Gabrielle Marlowe knew she was in trouble. Particularly in the
emotional state currently holding her hostage.
His long, muscular frame was the picture of raw masculine
perfection, wearing the hell out of a dark blue, finely striped,
expensively cut suit that Gaby could tell, even from her distance
away, was tailor made for his perfect form.
Despite the expensive cut, he wore the suit with a casual disregard.
As he sauntered closer to the bar, where she sat perched on
one of the high-backed bar stools, she allowed her eyelids to
drop low, knowing her lashes were long enough to hide the fact
that she was checking every fine inch of him out.
Tall, dark, and handsome.
As soon as she thought it, she cringed. Yeah, she knew it was
beyond cliched, but that's just what he was.
He didn't have a typically handsome model's face. No. His
was much harsher, more sensual than anything that could be
termed as tame as handsome. ... read full excerpt from: The Sweet Spot ebook
