Sweet Revenge
Contemporary erotic romance short
Decadent Publishing's 1NS series
Humbled by life and
hungry for love…
From cheerleader to news anchor to…yoga instructor? After
Zoe Golden lost everything she thought was important, she found the inner
strength to pursue real happiness. The simple life provides everything she
needs—except love. Once, long ago, she met a real man, but her insecurities
made her deny her heart’s desires. Can Madame Eve find her a guy like the one
who got away?
Bruised by rejection
and determined to exact revenge…
The sculpted, successful owner of a chain of fitness
studios, Ty Hardin can have any woman he wants. Fifteen years and 150 pound
weight loss, has changed him beyond recognition. Now the girl who crushed his
heart teaches yoga in one of his facilities. Not for long. Before he fires her,
he wants one night with her. Wants her to know what she missed out on. But will
revenge still be as sweet the morning after, or will it leave a bitter
aftertaste?
Zoe and Ty might just
be the best thing that ever happened to each other—if they can avoid doing
their worst…
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Excerpt
“Anything look good to you?” He winked and signaled the server.
Seriously? Did his ego know no bounds? She fought a laugh. Oh yeah, you
look good enough to eat, Ty. And waitress, could you ask the manager to widen
the exit to accommodate Mr. Hardin’s extraordinarily large head?
He glanced over as if he’d rehearsed the move. “I meant on the menu.”
She froze. Of course, you idiot. She fingered her hair, and then folded
her arms and rested her elbows on the table to force herself to stop fidgeting.
“I, uh, haven’t seen one yet.”
“I thought maybe you’d eaten here before.”
“No.” At this rate, she might not eat here tonight, either. Her insides
had twisted into a knot, killing her appetite.
As if on cue, the waitress carried two menus to their table. “Can I get
you two something to drink?”
“White wine,” he said. “Bring your best bottle.”
Um, I’d looked forward to a margarita—or five, to get through this
night.
When he turned his calculating smile on her, it sent ice down her
spine. God, had she ever bashed him on the evening news? If so, her story
hadn’t hurt his business. So what was the deal with the attitude? Why did she
feel like a mouse in a hawk’s predatorial sights?
He closed the menu with a slap. “Might I recommend the crab special?”
Her stomach clenched tighter. Did it mean something? He made everything
sound a tad sinister. Or was this just his normal sunny disposition? If so,
she’d stick to being his employee. “It does sound good.”
The waitress returned as if he’d summoned her.
He said, “Two crab specials please.”
What the hell, she hadn’t even scanned the menu. “But—”
He held up a finger. “And some garlic sticks. They’re so tasty.”
Quickly gathering the menus, the waitress disappeared.
Zoe closed her gaping mouth. So rude. Was he testing her? Or just
throwing his perfect weight around? Playing more games, perhaps?
Something told her the latter—like his smug smile. The way he poured
wine into her glass like he wished it were poison.
Fine. If that’s the way tonight had to go, bring it on.
“Thank you.” Keeping him in her sights, she drained half the glass and
set it down. Let the games begin.
