by Annabeth Albert
and
Intoxicating
An Oregon Wine Country Romance #2
An Oregon Wine Country Romance #2
By Heather Heyford
Genre
Danced
Close ~ LGBT Romance
Intoxicating ~ Contemporary Romance
Portland, Oregon, is
one of the hottest cities in America. Just ask all the hard-working men
sweating it up behind the counters of the restaurants, boutiques, and cafés all
over town . . .
Newly clean and sober,
Todd’s taken a shine to his job at Portland’s most talked about bakery. It’s
not just the delicious desserts they sell, but the tasty treats who keep
walking through the door. That certainly includes Kendall Rose, a wedding
planner with eyes the color of brown sugar and skin to match. Todd doesn’t try
to hide his attraction to Kendall’s elegant confidence and unique style, even
as he worries about exposing the secrets of his past.
For Kendall, the
attention is just part of the anything-goes Portland he’s grown to love. But
he’s still looking for that special someone who will embrace all of
him—including his gender fluidity. So he takes a chance and asks Todd to be his
partner in a dance class leading to a fundraiser. When the music starts and he
takes Todd in his arms, Kendall is shocked at how good it feels. Turns out
taking the lead for once isn’t a mistake. In fact, it might be time to take the
next step and follow his heart . .
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About The Author
Annabeth Albert grew up sneaking romance novels under the bed covers. Now, she devours all subgenres of romance out in the open—no flashlights required! When she’s not adding to her keeper shelf, she’s a multi-published Pacific Northwest romance writer. Emotionally complex, sexy, and funny stories are her favorites both to read and to write. Annabeth loves finding happy endings for a variety of pairings and is a passionate gay rights supporter. In between searching out dark heroes to redeem, she works a rewarding day job and wrangles two toddlers.
Intoxicating
In the second book of
Heather Heyford’s series, set in Oregon’s wine country, having a crush takes on
a whole new meaning when a lady sommelier teams up with the hottie from her
high school days . . .
The Girl Most Likely
. . . to be a waitress
at her hometown café. That’s what Clarkston’s high school yearbook said about
Poppy Springer ten years ago and that’s where the beauty queen is today. But
that’s about to change now that Poppy has been offered a position as a lady
sommelier at a cutting-edge new restaurant. Only Poppy has an embarrassing
secret that could keep her from landing her dream job. A secret her high school
crush seems determined to help her with . . .
The Man Most Wanted
In high school, Heath
Sinclair may have been voted most likely to blow something up, but these days
the sexy science prodigy is a self-made success story with his popular
microbrewery and chiseled good looks. So why is Clarkston’s most-eligible man
so hell-bent on helping Poppy prove that she is more than her reputation? Could
it be the enigmatic bachelor has a hankering for the girl who got away?
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He caught a glimpse of skin, a flash of navel inside his
jacket.
And that’s when his earlier objective to methodically
analyze her flew out the window. This wasn’t the little girl he once knew. This
Poppy was every inch a woman. When had that happened? How had he been so blind,
and for how long?
And then her weight landed on her heel and her knee buckled.
In the blink of an eye her jubilant expression turned tortured, and she inhaled
sharply.
Before he knew what he was doing he was there, his arm
snaking around her waist, propping her up. “Over here.” He guided her to- ward
the nearest couch, letting her use his body as a crutch.
“If I hadn’t second-guessed myself, I would have gotten all
six of those wines right!” said Poppy. Not even her pain could erase her
elation for long. For Poppy, every victory, even a small one, was cause for
celebration.
But for Heath, that test was rapidly becoming a memory.
The main thing is her foot and easing her discomfort,
insisted his ever-practical nature.
He tried to maintain decorum as he deposited her rump onto a
couch covered in a crimson plush and, mission accomplished, began to straighten
his spine.
But Poppy apparently had a different idea. Still caught up
in her enthusiasm, she seemed to be in no hurry to unclamp her grip from around
his neck.
With a growing uncertainty, Heath searched her face and saw
that now her expression had softened. Her eyes sparkled with a new ardor that
both disturbed and exhilarated him. A waterfall of gold cascaded behind her as
her head fell back, exposing her vulnerable neck, her eyes narrowed, and her
lips parted in invitation.
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