I know I used this book last week too this isn't a goof, I wanted to share the first Chapter and let you know I'm hosting this book tour with a giveaway. So I thought I'd give you a 1st Chapter teaser today. Yeah Me!!!!
“A champagne flute
of vanilla bean gelato topped tableside with a shot of espresso.”
“Seriously?”
“Chocolate
chip bread pudding drizzled with warm caramel.”
“Oh.
My.”
“Tiramisu
lady fingers in coffee liqueur and cocoa.”
Emma
balled up the lapel of her jacket in her fist and whimpered. “Jackson. My
heart.”
Jackson
leaned toward the waiter and clicked his tongue. “I’m thinking we should just
move on to the sugar-free menu. She’s diabetic.”
“Oh.
All right.”
The
gentleman pointed at the other side of the dessert cart as Jackson interrupted.
“But I’ll have that bread pudding,” he whispered.
“Yes,
sir. And for the lady, our sugar-free menu includes a warm berry tart with
frozen vanilla yogurt.”
“Oooh!”
“A
red velvet cupcake with cream cheese icing sweetened with agave.”
“You
can stop right there,” Jackson told him. “You had her at red velvet.”
“Not
so fast,” she countered, and Jackson’s heart began to thump. “Go on. What
else?”
“Pumpkin
spice cake with creamy buttermilk icing.”
“Oh,
that sounds lovely.”
Perspiration
puddled over his top lip, and Jackson wiped it away with his napkin. “Don’t be
ridiculous,” he said. “Red velvet is your favorite.”
“Yes,
but I can make my own sugar-free red velvet. The pumpkin sounds—”
Jackson’s
attention darted to the waiter and they shared a lingering exchange before the
waiter offered, “The red velvet is our specialty. It comes highly recommended.”
“Really?”
she reconsidered. And by the time she nodded, Jackson’s heart had begun to
pound at double-time. “Okay. I’ll try the cupcake.”
“Very
good.”
“Coffee
for me, and a pot of tea for my date, please,” Jackson said, leaning back
against the leather booth with a sigh.
“Are
you all right?”
“Hmm?
What do you mean?”
“I
don’t know,” Emma replied. “You seem a little tense tonight.”
“Oh.
No. I don’t know. I guess—”
Fortunately,
the waiter reappeared so that he didn’t have to concoct some lame excuse. He
stopped breathing as the waiter set the beautiful red velvet cupcake down in
front of Emma. A shiny pink cupcake tin held the confection, and a ring of
intricate white chocolate made to look like a crocheted doily surrounded it.
The carefully-chosen diamond ring shimmered on top of it, catching the light
from the chandelier overhead and reflecting the glint of recognition in Emma’s
brown eyes.
She looked up at
him, and those spectacular eyes of hers crested into turbulent waves of
gold-flecked recognition. Her perfect lips parted, but not a single syllable
passed over them. She blinked several times before glancing back at the
cupcake, and Jackson knew this was
his moment. He slipped from the booth and hit one knee beside her.
“What…What
are you…Jackson?”
He
took her hand and grinned at her.
“Are
you serious?”
“I’ve
never been more serious in my life. You’ve changed me, Emma. You are the center
of everything for me. I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to get here, but I can’t
even think of living without you. Will you marry me?”
And
with that, she turned her head away from him and began to sniffle.
“Are
you crying?” he asked on a laugh. “Emma, this is not a night for tears.”
“I
can’t help it,” she chuckled, and he watched her struggle to pull herself
together. “You’ve really surprised me here.”
“In
a good way, I hope,” he said, and he plucked the ring from the icing and gave
it a quick lick.
“Frankly,
I thought the best part of this night was going to be the cupcake.”
“Emma.
Will you give me an answer, please?” he asked, wiping the ring clean with the
corner of a napkin. “Before my legs go numb?”
“Oh.
Sorry.”
He
waited. “Is that a yes?”
A
mischievous glint betrayed her amusement. “Can I let you know after I eat the
cupcake?”
Jackson
laughed. “I’d kind of like to hear it now, if you don’t mind.”
“If
you insist,” she told him, and she tilted her head slightly and smiled. If he’d
been standing, he thought his knees might have gone weak under the weight of
that sweet little smile.
“You’re killing me
here,” he said with raspy emotion. “But I adore you.”
“You do?”
“Oh, now you’re
just messing with me.”
“You really do
adore me?”
Jackson sighed,
glancing at the floor.
Emma touched his
jaw with one finger and nudged his face upward. “Yes, Jackson.
I’ll marry you.”
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Teaser Tuesdays is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by MizB of Should Be Reading. Anyone can play along, so I thought I would play for fun! Just do the following:
- Grab your current read
- Open to a random page
- Share two (2) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page
- BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (make
sure that what you share doesn’t give too much
away! You don’t want to ruin the book for
others!)
- Share the title & author,
too, so that other TT participants can add
the book to their TBR Lists if they like your
teasers!
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