I couldn’t resist sharing another peek at Puffy & Precious with you. After announcing the giveaway I’m doing, I wanted to make sure you knew what we were getting when you ordered the book!
Puffy & Precious is book 9 of the Big & Beautiful series. It follows Abby, a recently divorced woman who’s opened her own bakery. As she tries to make her business successful, Abby is presented with a huge opportunity that she just can’t pass up, even if it means owing something to her ex.
Graham worked with Abby to make her bakery a reality. She confided in him and trusted him as she went through her divorce. He knows what Brett did, and Graham doesn’t want him anywhere near Abby.
Excerpt from Puffy & Precious
When he finally came in it took everything in me not to launch myself into his arms and thank him. I eyed the couple sitting in the chairs, each reading a book from the shelf, then grinned at him. He looked sheepish.
“Are you mad?”
I shook my head, softening. “It’s beautiful. I thought we agreed-”
“You agreed, Abby. I never said I wouldn’t build it. I couldn’t get it out of my head. It looks like it’s getting use already.”
“Graham, I can’t pay you for it. Not yet-”
He held up his hand to stop me. “Abby, it’s okay. I wanted to do it, and I already told you-”
“I know, Graham,” I interrupted. “But I want to do something. I really can’t pay you, but maybe I could cook you dinner this weekend?”
I chewed my lip, wondering what he was thinking. He didn’t say anything, just stared at me, making me more and more self-conscious. He probably would have preferred the money.
“It’s not much, I know, but I really don’t have the money right now-”
He stopped me from blabbering with a hand on mine. I froze at the touch of his rough palm against the back of my hand. Brett’s hands had always been smooth. The scratch of Graham’s hand sent shivers through my body that settled between my thighs. The sudden, raw need shocked the hell out of me. I’d never wanted a man the way I wanted Graham at that moment. It made me want to pull back from him, but I couldn’t. Not when his green eyes brightened and implored me to let him speak.
“Dinner sounds great, Abby. It’s not necessary, but I’d love it.”
The last bit of tension inside me melted away and was replaced by desire. It made me dizzy. I had to pull myself together or I’d never survive a dinner with him. And I was definitely having dinner with him.
“Do you, um… How’s Saturday night?”
He smiled, a grin so big I could count almost all his perfectly straight teeth gleaming white against his dark skin. I had no choice but to smile back at him, especially when he said, “Perfect.”