Thirty Days:
The Complete Series by Bibi Paterson
Book blurb:
Thirty Days: The Complete
Series
(Thirty Days Have September, November, April & June)
(Thirty Days Have September, November, April & June)
Set in London and Brighton, Thirty Days is a
fabulously provocative romance series that gives you a very steamy love affair
between a hot guy and an unsure heroine, baked goods and some rather unexpected
twists and turns along the way.
Shy and
unassuming, Abigail James loves to bake. She dreams of opening her own dessert
café but instead she spends her days working as a data analyst and sneaking in
her cakes as the company’s ‘diet assassin’ on the side.
Taylor Hudson,
the enigmatic owner of Hudson International, has been captivated by Abby’s
innocence and quiet charm since the day she started working for the company.
However, his history with women is marred by personal circumstances and he has
vowed to stay away.
A chance meeting
sees Abby’s world turned upside down when, drawn in by Taylor’s chocolate brown
eyes and unexpected kindness, she starts on a journey of
attraction that will see her heart and soul laid bare.
While their
attraction is mutual, both Abby and Taylor have their own inner demons that
they need to overcome if their relationship can move forward for them to find
their own happily ever after.
Due to the nature
of the content this book is intended for mature audiences.
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Excerpt:
I look up and
stare at myself in the bathroom mirror. With annoyance I rub my panda eyes,
cursing that I had not thought to buy waterproof mascara. Typical, I think to
myself. The one day I actually took some effort in getting ready for work,
everything is undone by a five-minute downpour at the bus stop. I glance down
at my watch and realise that if I don’t hurry, I am going to miss my
opportunity to deliver my packages.
Swiping at my
eyes with a tissue, I manage to repair most of the black streaks hurriedly.
With that done, I pick up my bags and, glancing around, sneak out of Hudson
International’s ladies’ toilets. Taking a deep breath and summoning as much
stealth as I can muster, I hurry down the corridor towards the staff kitchen,
grateful to find it empty. Glancing over my shoulder, I quickly unpack my
packages onto the counter.
“So you are the
diet assassin, then?” The voice startles me, and I almost drop the box that I
am holding. I can feel the flush spread up my neck as I spin round to find
myself staring into a pair of delicious dark chocolate brown eyes.
“Um, um,” I
stutter, completely disorientated by the man standing in front of me.
“Don’t worry.
Your secret is safe with me,” he replies, helping himself to one of the
chocolate cheesecake muffins that I had been placing on the countertop. He
takes a bite and lets out a small sigh.
“No good?” I ask
tentatively, my heart sinking. I had spent hours the previous evening getting
the recipe exactly right, and I thought I had finally nailed it. But obviously
not.
“No,” he replies,
my heart sinking. “Too good,” he says with a grin. Unwittingly I find myself
grinning back.
“Um, I’d better
get these offloaded, then,” I reply. I quickly place the remaining few muffins
on the counter, pack up my boxes and turn around expecting the mystery man to
have taken his muffin and left. But no, he is still leaning nonchalantly
against the door frame, grinning at me as he slowly eats the muffin.
“Sorry, have to
dash,” I mutter, glancing at my watch. “Meeting in ten minutes.” I feel
completely unnerved by this stranger who I have never seen in the office
before. Almost grudgingly he lets me pass, loaded with my empty boxes. As I
draw level with him, it feels as if time stands still. The hairs on my neck
stand on end as I take in his citrusy smell, the dark eyes crinkling with
humour and his lush, full lips that seem to be inviting me to kiss him. I swear
I am about to swoon, and that is seriously not a good thing.
“So why do you do
it?” he asks in a husky voice, as if he is affected as much by this chance
meeting as I am.
I can feel the
heat flaming my cheeks as I reply, “I love to bake.” I shrug my shoulders as if
trying to shake off his gaze and swiftly push past him. I find myself hurrying
down the corridor at almost a running pace, and I have to mentally give myself
a nudge to slow down. It seems that luck is on my side, and I make it to my
desk, where I quickly stow away my boxes in my drawers.
I breathe a sigh
of relief as I turn on my computer but find my mind wandering back to the
mystery man. I cannot understand why he has affected me so much. It is not even
as if he said very much to me. Yet his presence seemed to speak volumes, and I
have to admit to myself that at this moment I feel incredibly turned on. At the
memory of his lips, I actually feel my heart quicken and my pelvis tighten.
Banishing these thoughts, I turn to concentrate on my email, fearing that my
tell-tale blush will give me away.
I lose myself in
my inbox for several minutes, when I am suddenly brought back to reality by a
tapping foot. “Come on, Abby, you are going to be late for the staff meeting,
and I hear today’s muffins are to die for.”
Michelle
Harrington-Black sends me an arch look, knowing full well who is responsible
for today’s cakes, but as my confidante and best friend at Hudson, she has been
sworn to secrecy.
Author Bio:
British author
Bibi was born in South Africa and loves to tell saucy stories with a twist.
Inspired from a young age, her love for literature started with Enid Blyton and
her Secret Seven. Since then a voracious appetite for books has brought her a
world full of heroes, love, murder, betrayal and the odd vampire thrown in for
good cause. Bibi's hobbies include consuming copious amounts of coffee and
chocolate, building cardboard castles with her daughter and spending time with
the laziest cat in the world.
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