Pepper Taylor took it on the chin in love and life more times than she cared to count. She has finally found the man of her dreams in Gabriel Seigal, but when he's diagnosed with a crippling illness, their future comes apart at the seams. As if that isn't enough, the prospect of an unexpected child give their world another spin in the cosmic blender. Can Pepper navigate the overwhelming paths through grief, loss, and unexpected motherhood?
Genre: FICTION / Contemporary WomenThis is the follow-up to The Widow and the Rock Star, my first novel. While it follows the secondary characters from Rock Star, it can be read independently. Sales have been growing and I'm currently working on the third and final installment of the story where I follow the childrens' stories.
Pepper snuggled up to Gabe, grateful to be right where she was in that moment. If it hadn’t been for Viv, Pepper would never have met Gabriel Seigal, the absolute love of her life. Sometimes it was hard for her to believe that they had found one another, not being the kind of person to believe in fate or God or anything like that. Instead, she chalked most of her life up to the chaos that was the universe, tragedies and triumphs alike. They had fallen in love and become devoted to one another, and now that she had him in her clutches, Pepper would make damn sure he stayed there.
“Are you going to finish that?” Vivienne pointed to the napkin Gabe held in his hand.
“No, hun. Help yourself,” Pepper said, her eyes twinkling, but not wanting to hurt Viv’s feelings. “But eat up. You and Will are next.”
“And then us.” Gabe nuzzled her ear, placing a small kiss on the lobe. He looked so handsome and distinguished in his navy blue tuxedo, slim, black tie and white shirt. Pepper felt her heart flutter every time she looked at him. The gray flecks in his hair were a smidge more pronounced than when they’d met, but his eyes were still a warm, kind blue. He’d taken to sporting a very closely trimmed beard, which enhanced his dignified appearance. “You’re stunning, darling.”
That silky, British accent always gave her the chills. She felt her cheeks warming at the compliment and glanced down at the Donna Karan she wore. The buttery yellow color complemented her bronzed skin to perfection, and all of the crystals twinkled and shone like individual stars on the simple sheath silhouette.
“Thank you.” She reached around to cup his face and pull his cheek to hers. Closing her eyes, she sighed and enjoyed the feel of his bristles. Soon, their lips were pressed together, and the familiar heat of passion spread through her body.
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Translated by Caroliny B. A. Dellaparte
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