Title: Favorite Coffee, Favorite Crush
Published: Re-released April 30, 2016
Link: Amazon: http://amzn.to/1SrKB7I
back to Miami to start her new job. She must start on Monday, so she has a list
of things to accomplish.
place to live.
Reconnect with old high school friends. There was her best friend, Sandra, the
dramatic Eva, the dark Michael, her half-brother Wyatt, and her old high school
never looked twice at her except as a partner in math league, but at least
these people respected her.
Penny immediately and sets a plan in action. He needs her to pretend to be his
date this week. She’s practical minded and stable, which is what he needs his
investors to see in him.
caught in a whirlwind of plots. Her gold digging mother, Jay’s, Jay’s mother
whose out to stop him, and her own plans are being thrown off course. Worst of
it is that she’s falling for Jay, all over again.
Catholic Boston before moving to the Miami sun. She’s worked in engineering,
after passing many tests proving how easy Math came to her. Then hating her
life at the age of twenty four, she decided to go to law school. Four years
later, after passing the bar and practicing very little, she realized that she
hates the practice of law. She refused to one day turn 50 and realize she had
nothing but her career and hours at a desk. After realizing she needed change,
she became a high school teacher. Teaching is rewarding, but writing is a
wrote stories to entertain herself or calm down. Her parents are practical
minded people demanding a job, and Victoria spent too many years living other
people’s dreams, but when she sat down to see what skill she had that matched
what she enjoyed doing, writing became so obvious. The middle school year book
when someone wrote in it that one day she’d be a writer made sense when she
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brushed her worn jeans to get out a small wrinkle. Not that it mattered. She
smelled the coffee drawing her to the door. The delicious aroma of freshly
brewed java that could wake her up waited inside. Gainesville had coffee shops,
but nothing that held her heart like this place. In high school, this place was
her mecca. Her stomach grumbled for the familiar drink.
same as it had years ago, except for the aluminum tables and wooden chairs with
red cushions. She remembered the plaid chairs and brown tables, but the place
still calmed her, like she was coming home.
have a cinnamon dulce nonfat latte, please.”
had always been the plan. Just never back to Miami, but she’d changed. She
could live here now.
waited for the latte at the counter.
part-time to full-time, she knew she would have to face her mother and the
catch of the month, Lars, her mother’s plastic surgeon. What that woman would
do for a free tummy tuck.
to triple her salary, provided she moved to the Coral Gables office. Somehow,
she’d avoid her mother until necessary. What was the man’s name with money this
week? Penny ignored that last call, knowing the man with the largest wallet
always took precedence over whatever Penelope needed. She watched the barista
get the nonfat milk and finish her latte. She’d succeed here, now. She had to.
Michael later. Wyatt, her half-brother, was stationed overseas, so she’d wait
for his weekly call. These people were her real family.
first sip gave her the strength to do this. The tightness of the ride
dissipated while she tasted her liquid savior. Sighing, she tasted heaven, the
wake-up to her day.
deeper, she knew who it was without even turning. Her high school crush, who
never noticed her beyond her brain. Pulling at her pink tank top, she wished
she’d worn better clothes. “John Jay.”
hair were the same color, but his build had grown more muscular. The leanness
of his youth had given way to broad shoulders and hard, muscular arms. He had a
straight, faded scar on his left cheek that was new—probably a bar fight. Rich
boy wore his fancy, perfectly fitted polo and jeans, and was definitely hotter
with age. His million-dollar smile and devastating dimples sparked a warm flush
that sped through her all the way to the tips of her toes.
less formal.” He winked at her, turning off his tablet and pointing her to his
prefer Dimples,” she teased. “It’s what I called you on online whenever I
familiar spark through her.
women, including her. He could manipulate her when she went quiet, but she’d
learned a lot in college. She’d not let him weaken her.