Welcome to Book Quote Wednesday, #BookQW! The word for today is deep, and this excerpt from Tori's point of view, "fearing the deep sound of his voice" comes from Unholy Alliance. In the short scene below, Grady meets up with Tori, his former client, at her food truck, Deep Fried to Taste.
Grady met her on the stairs and offered a hand. The closer he got, the harder it was to concentrate on stepping down. His killer smile showed off two sexy dimples when he said, “It’s noon.”
“Good
noon to you.” She gulped. Readying herself for conversation, she took his hand,
rose on her toes, and sniffed. “Hmmm, what is that? Shaving lotion? Man
perfume?”
He
chuckled, and a weird electric awareness went off in her chest. In slow motion,
it cracked open slowly, sent out sparkly runners to forgotten girl parts, and
pulsed there.
She
pulled her shoulders back and lifted her chin. Their gazes locked. Her hair
loosened from her bandana. “Drat, I’m a chef. Hair is supposed to stay put.”
She took it off, placed the center of the bandana on the nape of her neck and
tied a knot on the top of her head.
He
reached to help tuck the ends under. “You’re so darn cute.”
“Oooo,
that scent. Are you going to tell me what it is?”
“Eau des Baux Eau.” The warm, deep sound
of his voice sent more sensations of want right through her. Behind him the sun
stretched a bit higher and seemed to shine just on him. “You like it?”
“I
sure do. Vanilla. You smell like a cookie.” Her heart thudded harder than it
should.
“Do
you like cookies?” He bent his head for a kiss.
Tori kissed Mr. Good Noon with the wavy reddish-brown hair and body made to lose sleep over. Her breath hitched, and she took a step back from heartbreak. No reason to set sights on a man way out of her league. The glow dimmed and the warmth backed off. “Care to look at my menu?” She stepped closer to the blackboard.
Tori kissed Mr. Good Noon with the wavy reddish-brown hair and body made to lose sleep over. Her breath hitched, and she took a step back from heartbreak. No reason to set sights on a man way out of her league. The glow dimmed and the warmth backed off. “Care to look at my menu?” She stepped closer to the blackboard.
“Now
you’re speaking my language. I’m starving.” He raised his eyebrows and the
corners of his mouth lifted. “Pimento cheeseburger corn dog.”
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