

» FIVE HEARTS FROM TRS!!! "I haven't read such a delightful short story in a while, and I've read some excellent tales lately, and to be honest, it has absolutely everything I enjoy in a story, whether short or long...a hunky hero looking at seducing his lady, and a heroine looking at seducing our hero...just a perfect tale, and should be on every TBB list from any reader enjoying the same; short, sweet and very satisfying." Glenda K. Bauerle, The Romance Studio
»"Three words come tom ind when I think of this story: hilarious, touching, and hot. Ms. Schroeder has a witty way of bringing the characters to life. When I was not laughing, I was near tears." DJ, Coffee Time Romance


He leaned closer, placing his hand on the window behind her. The sandalwood scent of his aftershave sent another little tingle along her nerve endings. She glanced at his hand and noticed his jacket and shirt had risen to where she could see his thick wrist. It would look so good in leather. Why did she have such a thing for big, hunky men?
“But I have a feeling there’s something in particular you like.” His voice was full of masculine teasing.
Prudence glanced back up at his face. Heat gathered in her tummy and slid between her legs. Her heart did a little jump when his chest brushed against her breasts.
“Ahhh ...” Great, Pru, kill him with your conversation skills. “Chocolate-covered cherries.”
His gaze slid passed her to the shop window and then back again.
“Dark or milk?”
Was it her imagination, or did he lean in closer?
“Dark or milk what?” Her question came out in a breathy sort of voice. She didn’t speak in that kind of voice. Accountants had to be businesslike and abrupt. But how could she help it when she felt the heat of him through her wool suit? She shivered.
“Chocolate.”
“Chocolate? Oh, on my ... cherries.” She licked her lips and swallowed. “Milk.”
For a second or two, there was something akin to lust in his eyes. Her body throbbed just from the thought. She found herself leaning closer, wanting to capture the feeling of being in his arms. Someone opened the door to the shop, and the little bell jingled, breaking the spell.
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