Here's a brief excerpt:
Crash opened the door to The Wellington. Bess nodded to him as she continued on her way upstairs. Her mind on her baking, she didn’t see Candy Wayne barreling toward her. The skinny young woman plowed into Bess, knocking her bags to the ground. The contents scattered.
“Broken heel.” Candy held up half of a four-inch spiked pump before she teetered onto the elevator. When Bess swore under her breath, her pug, Dumpling, barked.
The woman looked disheveled, top half-tucked in, skirt askew. “Sorry. Sorry,” the model mumbled as the doors shut. The elevator descended, leaving Bess to clean up the mess. She heard scratching at her door and the squeaking of hinges as the one down the hall opened. Whit, wearing a fluffy white terry robe, and probably nothing else, stuck his head out.
“What the hell?”
“My dog. When she hears me, she barks.” Bess, on her knees, swept boxes of tea and bags of coffee together.
“What have you got? A Rottweiler? A shepherd?”
Bess laughed. “A pug. She thinks she’s a Rottweiler.”
“A pug?” He chuckled. “Do you need a hand?”
“I’m fine.”
“Did Candy do this?”
Bess clamped her lips together in a fine line and continued to scoop her purchases up and dump them in the bag. Dumpling kept barking.
Whit padded barefoot out of his apartment and knelt down next to Bess. He picked up several items and read the labels. “Chai tea, Kona coffee, Loganberry jam…”
Bess plucked each container out of his hand one-by-one and whisked it into the bag. “I’m doing some research on coffee and tea.”
“How interesting. My research involves sifting through dry, boring article after dry, boring article on the Internet.”
“You do what you do, and I do what I do.”
As she stood up, he handed her a package of black licorice. “Bet we’re the last two people in the city who like this stuff,” he said.
“I doubt it.” She stiffened.
As he leaned over, his robe parted, and she got a good view of his chest--totally touchable, firm, but not bodybuilder hard. Black chest hair in moderation made her fingertips tingle at the thought of running them up his pecs. With an effort, she ripped her gaze from his body and directed it to the cartons of food still on the floor.
A bit about the book:
Inside a fashionable apartment house on Manhattan’s Upper West Side, sparks fly when tenant, Bess Cooper, as delectable as the desserts she whips up on her TV baking show, bumps into her gorgeous new neighbor
Whit, aka Mr. No Commit, is a smooth-talking womanizer. Bess is the kind of Happily Ever After girl you make the mother of your children. Yet, against their will, they’re drawn together as powerfully as the poles of a magnet. Will she have the fortitude to survive a shattered heart? Is Whit chasing a dream of success half a world away -- or running scared? Can scandal destroy everything Bess holds dear?
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