Angel Talbot is anything but pure—in fact some might even consider her a bit wicked. How else would you describe the manager of an ‘adults only’ store that specializes in helping ladies find that special O. But Angel could use a hand herself. Or two. That is until she stumbles into sexy businessman Travis Wellington.
When the Wellington Family had a problem, they sent Travis to fix it. Being the CEO of his family’s multi-million dollar enterprise means Travis is used to getting his hands dirty. But the pressure of looking out for the company, along with his family’s well-being was beginning to take its toll . . . until he found his Angel…
While some say truth is stranger than fiction, Deb Julienne’s experience runs more along the lines of a slap-stick comedy. When life tosses you lemons the only thing to do is to turn it into Limoncello.
“Hey, why don’t you stay at the hotel with me? A completely innocent overnight stay. You’ll have a room to yourself. We could continue our game of twenty questions.”
“I’ll pass on the game, but if you’re sure I won’t be in your way, that would be nice.”
“Can I interest you in a late-night ice cream sundae? We’ll order room service on the balcony.”
“Oh, you hit on my one weakness. You got a deal.” Angel handed her car keys to him. Instantly, all her fears disappeared.
He took the scenic route back to the hotel, driving past the waterfront. “Have you ever been on the Delta King? Trent says they have a great dinner show. He suggested the murder mystery dinner.”
He parked her car in the underground parking garage and they entered through the back lobby of his hotel. At the elevator, he punched the up button.
Angel took in their surroundings.
For a moment, he was afraid she’d run. But as soon as the elevator doors opened she stepped in and waited for him to join her. They rode to the top floor in silence. Once he let them into his suite, he headed to the phone to order dessert. “Did you want any wine or coffee to go with your ice cream?”
Angel wandered, moving fluidly around his room, looking at the art, the view, touching objects as she went. “Doesn’t matter. Surprise me,” she said over her shoulder as she admired a seascape hanging on the wall.
His suit jacket was tossed over a chair. She picked it up, breathed in the scent then shook it out and gently folded it over the back of the chair, smoothing the wrinkles from it.
He forgot to breathe. “With you who needs alcohol?”
“Oh boy, you’re at it again.” She moved to the sliding glass door and looked out over the city.
“I’m going to get into some comfortable clothes.”
She gasped. “I forgot. I don’t have anything to sleep in.”
“If you don’t mind wearing one of my shirts, I’ll be glad to loan you one.”
“That would be nice. Thank you.”
Her life, like her comedies, has been one big fat romantic comedy…or errors. It’s not a matter of “if” it can go wrong, but how bad when it does happen, and make no mistake…it will. Survival with a sense of humor is the goal.
Joking aside, Deb’s dream of being published came true with the release of her first book, Sex, Lies, and Beauty Aids which was released March 2014. Since then she’s added to more to her collection of tales. Sex, Secrets, & Happily Ever Afters, and A Splash of Romance in the Crashing into Love Anthology.
As a long time member of both Romance Writers of America (RWA) and her local RWA Chapter, the Sacramento Valley Roses, she fills the hours she’s not writing romantic comedy and romantic suspense with her day job at a Silicon Valley Corporation, playing in the kitchen concocting her award-winning jams, jellies, preserves, and sauces (with alcohol of course).
Born and raised in San Jose, California, she now resides in the Tahoe National Forest Basin, her own little bit of heaven on Earth, with her husband of 34 years, their three