Today we have the blog tour for Sophia Knightly’s SCENT FOR LOVE! Check it out and be sure to grab your copy of this fun romantic comedy today!
Title: Scent for Love
Author: Sophia Knightly
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Comedy
About Scent for Love:
He's hotter than a chili pepper. She's icy champagne. A combination ready to combust... All Gabe Falcon wants is to open a successful and trendy restaurant on the posh side of Naples, Florida. What he doesn't expect is to get a glamorous and feisty neighbor who keeps him on his toes, challenging him at every turn. Upscale perfumer Lily Marlowe, just back from Paris, creates custom fragrances for Naples' elite. And the last thing she needs is the spicy aromas of Gabe's mouth-watering dishes overpowering her fragrances and turning away customers. But she doesn't expect her business rival to present her with a tempting proposition that makes her reserve falter. The more she gets to know Gabe, the harder it is for Lily to distance herself. Their chemistry is explosive and as his tender pursuit breaks through her barriers, she grapples with an intense longing she is powerless to resist. Torn between her desire and her business, can Lily trust Gabe when the unimaginable occurs? BEACH READ SERIES Grill Me, Baby - Book 1 Blame it on Romeo - Book 2 (previously Paging Dr. Hot) Scent for Love - Book 3EXCERPT
The moment Lily opened the front door and the chilly air
hit her, she wished she’d grabbed her jacket before leaving. Her black knit
dress with bell sleeves didn’t provide enough warmth. She rubbed her arms and
tried to ignore the slight ache in her temples. Short on sleep and not happy
about wearing too high stilettos for a date that wasn’t happening tonight, she
headed toward the worker.
Oblivious to her advance, he worked steadily, not looking
up once to acknowledge her when she was a few feet away.
“Excuse me,” she called out. “Can I have a word with you?”
He stopped in mid-action and watched her approach. When she
reached his side, he set down the crate and wiped his brow with his forearm,
the action drawing her attention to his flexed biceps. He pushed his mirrored
aviators up into his tousled dark hair and peered at her curiously. A trace of
scruff lined his sharp jaw and corded neck.
Sucking in a startled breath, Lily stared into exotic dark
eyes rimmed by dense, inky lashes. His intense gaze made every cell in her body
jump like an agitated puppy. It had to be his whipcord strength and the way he
stood with strong hands on hip bones exposed by the low-slung jeans that made
her forget why she was standing there gaping at him.
“Can I help you?” he prompted, taking a step toward her.
“I…uhhh....” She abruptly stepped backward and staggered as
her stiletto heel got lodged between the concrete sidewalk slabs. He reached
out and when his callused fingertips touched her wrist, a jolt zinged through
her so powerfully, she stumbled again, her arms flailing like Kermit the Frog.
“Hey, take it easy. You OK?” He took hold of her wrists and
steadied her before releasing her gently.
“Yes, I’m OK,” she managed, embarrassed by her clumsiness.
She yanked her foot up, but the damned heel remained lodged in the sidewalk.
With a muffled curse, she bent over and carefully pulled the pump out, but to
her dismay the leather on the heel had gotten badly scraped.
There went her splurge shoes. Hopefully, she could get them
repaired. This was turning out to be a costly and crappy day. The only reason
she’d worn them was for her third date tonight with Nathan, but he’d cancelled
at the last minute leaving her in uncomfortable shoes for the rest of the day.
Thick brows lowered over searching eyes. “Are you sure
you’re OK? Why do you wear such high heels?” His gaze swept the length of her
legs. “They look nice on you, but they’re bad for your knees.”
What did he know
about knees? Bristling, Lily yanked down the hem of her skirt to shield her
legs from his interested gaze. With a toss of her blonde hair, she shot him a
withering look.
“I’m not here to discuss my shoes with you,” she said in an
even tone.
Bemused, he looked her up and down. “What do you want
then?”
“I own the perfume shop next door.”
He raised a skeptical brow. “I thought it belonged to
Madame Beaulieu,” he said, surprising Lily with his accurate French inflection.
“It does, but I’m going to inherit it soon.” How on earth
did the worker know her aunt’s name? And why was she answering his nosy
questions?
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