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Love, Lies, and Lattes is live!
Today is release day for Love, Lies, and Lattes (formerly Broadway Beans), and I couldn't be more excited. This is probably my favorite book out of all that I've written.
Franky Marchesi is a city girl, born and raised in the Bensonhurst section of Brooklyn to Italian immigrant parents. She's sassy, sarcastic, and a beautiful grump.
Aiden Winchester is a bona fide Hollywood heartthrob, born and raised in Malibu to Oscar-winning parents.
Sparks fly when these two meet over a potentially deadly latte. Talk about a meet cute!
Here's a snippet from early in the book:
“I may not need another dose of caffeine for a week, based on the contact high I got walking into the house just now,” Erika said. “It smells like Starbucks in here.”
Unwilling to break my concentration, I swirled the small pot of steamed milk and slowly poured it into the espresso shot, then lowered it and attempted yet another fern, stopping only when the contents reached the top of the cup.
“There.” I set the cup down with a flourish next to the other eight, all with different variations of the same design, all of them looking like—
“Penises?” Erika choked out a laugh. “You’re practicing how to make latte art penises?”
“Fuck.”
They did look like penises. All nine of them. I studied the YouTube video playing on a loop on my laptop, which sat on the counter next to the overpriced espresso machine I’d bought on my way home.
“That looks fancy.” She pointed at the new stainless-steel coffee maker.
“It is. It cost me half my paycheck.”
“Ouch. Why’d you buy it? You’re a boring black coffee kinda girl.”
“True, but if I don’t get a handle on making these dumb drinks, I’m headed back to Bensonhurst.”
I debated confessing how I’d humiliated myself—again—by presenting that cute customer with one of my phallic ferns. I didn't want to admit it, but There was a good chance I’d bought the espresso machine strictly to impress him.
Maybe all the extra caffeine I’d been drinking had seeped into my brain.
I picked up one of my early designs and pushed one of the least offensive examples toward Erika.
“Drink up.” I clicked the rim of my cup with the one in her hand. “I can’t afford to let all this practice go to waste.”
“You expect me to drink four lattes? I won’t be able to sleep tonight.”
I handed her a banana. “Not to worry. I read online that eating foods high in potassium and magnesium counteracts the effects of caffeine.”
“What about you? Aren’t you going to eat a banana?”
“Nope, need the caffeine. After dinner, I’m starting on cappuccinos. I’m not stopping until I can make a tulip that looks like a tulip.”
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Love, Lies, and Lattes is available on Amazon and FREE in Kindle Unlimited.
Franky Marchesi is a city girl, born and raised in the Bensonhurst section of Brooklyn to Italian immigrant parents. She's sassy, sarcastic, and a beautiful grump.
Aiden Winchester is a bona fide Hollywood heartthrob, born and raised in Malibu to Oscar-winning parents.
Sparks fly when these two meet over a potentially deadly latte. Talk about a meet cute!
Here's a snippet from early in the book:
“I may not need another dose of caffeine for a week, based on the contact high I got walking into the house just now,” Erika said. “It smells like Starbucks in here.”
Unwilling to break my concentration, I swirled the small pot of steamed milk and slowly poured it into the espresso shot, then lowered it and attempted yet another fern, stopping only when the contents reached the top of the cup.
“There.” I set the cup down with a flourish next to the other eight, all with different variations of the same design, all of them looking like—
“Penises?” Erika choked out a laugh. “You’re practicing how to make latte art penises?”
“Fuck.”
They did look like penises. All nine of them. I studied the YouTube video playing on a loop on my laptop, which sat on the counter next to the overpriced espresso machine I’d bought on my way home.
“That looks fancy.” She pointed at the new stainless-steel coffee maker.
“It is. It cost me half my paycheck.”
“Ouch. Why’d you buy it? You’re a boring black coffee kinda girl.”
“True, but if I don’t get a handle on making these dumb drinks, I’m headed back to Bensonhurst.”
I debated confessing how I’d humiliated myself—again—by presenting that cute customer with one of my phallic ferns. I didn't want to admit it, but There was a good chance I’d bought the espresso machine strictly to impress him.
Maybe all the extra caffeine I’d been drinking had seeped into my brain.
I picked up one of my early designs and pushed one of the least offensive examples toward Erika.
“Drink up.” I clicked the rim of my cup with the one in her hand. “I can’t afford to let all this practice go to waste.”
“You expect me to drink four lattes? I won’t be able to sleep tonight.”
I handed her a banana. “Not to worry. I read online that eating foods high in potassium and magnesium counteracts the effects of caffeine.”
“What about you? Aren’t you going to eat a banana?”
“Nope, need the caffeine. After dinner, I’m starting on cappuccinos. I’m not stopping until I can make a tulip that looks like a tulip.”
🍮🍮🍮
Love, Lies, and Lattes is available on Amazon and FREE in Kindle Unlimited.
