Penny never intended watching him, but the window is right there. And, damn, those abs, that chest! Camo pants – worn like that – ought to be illegal. He’s way out of her league. And so young! But a girl can look, right? Ever since the divorce she’s just felt so… invisible.
Military pilots get almost any woman they want. So when Ms. Penny Pyncher tells Chaz he’s too young for her, he can’t help but take a second look. She’s not his usual type. She’s sassy, she’s earthy. She’s real. Hell, if she doesn’t do something for him.
A thirty-something divorcee and a twenty-something injured navel pilot fall head first into fate’s trap – a trap that lands them both in some serious sexual healing. And it’s good. It’s really good. The question is, can fate turn into love?
Sales were initially hot without much promotion. Close to 4 Star Average in Amazon and Good reads. Most reviewers comment that was fun, easy read. Not too serious. Relatable charachter heroin.
The older couple next door apparently had a son.
A shirtless, sun-bronzed, hard-bodied, strapping, son. Penny fanned herself as she gawked out her window into the neighbor’s bedroom.
Mary, mother of Jesus, but he was hot.
His buzzed hair was dark brown, judging by the shadow of growth she could see. And a set of dog tags swung on a chain around his neck. Military. Definitely military.
Chiseled features contrasted with the ready smile he gave the older woman fussing around him.
He’d apparently suffered some sort of injury, his arm immobilized by a wide white bandage wrapped around his right shoulder and chest.
He had to be their son, right? He was too old to be their grandson. When she’d caught sight of her neighbors on a few occasions, they’d looked to be no more than sixty.
Well, maybe he could be a grandson.
If she’d taken the time to stop and chat, she might have learned something about the imminent arrival of this perfect specimen of the male human.
Penny chewed at her thumbnail and continued peeking through the hundred-year-old glass. The skin on his chest and back was smooth. He couldn’t be much older than twenty-three or four, just a kid!
His mother, she had to be his mother, moved about the room efficiently, busily unpacking the suitcase and hanging clothing in the closet. A white uniform, and was that a flight suit? Penny couldn’t tell for certain.
Her gaze swung back to him. Had he been injured in combat?
He could have been shot. The thought of a bullet piercing this young man made her cringe inside.
Even in the shadows, his physique appeared defined and lean. Not bulky. Not massive. Not an inch of flab anywhere. Butterflies fluttered obnoxiously deep within her belly.
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Translated by Milly C. Herrera
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Author review: Millie was prompt and easy to work with. To the best of my understanding, the translation is good.. :) |
