Friday, July 21, 2017

Dan Rothberg struggled after an accident killed his wife and he nearly lost custody of his daughter. He can no longer allow himself to get attached to anything or anyone. Until he meets Hannah.

Hannah Cohen is a young executive with a meddlesome grandmother and a troubled brother. She’d like nothing better than to find her own Mr. Right, after too many Mr. Wrongs. A sexy older man with a teenage daughter was never in her plans.

As they navigate their relationship through adolescent attitudes and grandmotherly interference, they realize age is just a number and love can be right in front of them. But when the terrible truth of Dan’s former struggles is exposed, Hannah must decide if she can get past his deception and allow love to conquer all.

Monday, time dragged. Hannah half expected to hear the numbers of the clock scrape against the floor, creating ruts in the blue industrial carpet. The press release she was writing, discussing the goals of her client’s new CEO, was stuck on line three. She’d sit down to write, and remember she needed a cup of coffee. So she’d go and get coffee, sit and be too warm. She’d adjust the thermostat and realize she should make sure her hair wasn’t frizzy, since she didn’t want Dan to see her look like the Wild Woman of Borneo. She’d return once again to the computer, and be too cold. Lunch could not come fast enough.

Finally, finally, finally, lunchtime rolled around. Hannah grabbed her purse and raced to the bathroom. After she fixed her makeup and hair, she walked to the Piccolo Café. As she approached the restaurant, she spotted him waiting on the sidewalk. Khakis with a razor-sharp crease fit him better than any she had seen before, and a flash of his sexy rear flitted through her head. A blue button-down Oxford, the exact color of his eyes, stretched across his broad shoulders and managed not to look rumpled after a half day of work. Silver- flecked hair glinted in the sun and a strong hand gripped his cane. The brown wood looked bronze in the sun, and for the first time, she noticed grooved cutouts along the shaft, which added some artistry to it. He met her gaze and waved, a half smile on his face, as he shifted his weight and pulled at his collar.

For some reason, his nerves calmed her. She exhaled, blew a strand of hair out of her face, and hurried to meet him. “Hi, sorry if I kept you waiting.”

“I was early.”

For her. Her stomach lurched and she pressed her hand against her middle to settle it.

He rested his hand on her upper arm. “Want to go inside?”

Warmth radiated from her arm to her fingertips. This close to him, she could smell his shampoo and a faint trace of his aftershave, and she wanted more time to figure out what those specific scents were. But they were in the middle of the sidewalk, and now was not the time to sniff.

Not to mention, she would look weird.

He ushered her indoors, and they followed the hostess to a table in the back of the rustic-looking dining room, his gait a little uneven as he limped.

“How’s your day so far?” he asked when the hostess left.

“I’m glad lunch is finally here.”

“Me too.” His face reddened and he smiled, not holding her gaze for long, but long enough for her to admire his handsome grin. “The morning took much longer than I thought it would.”

She wrinkled her nose. “I thought it was just me.”

He shook his head. “I swear someone snuck into my office last night and slowed all the clocks. Every time I looked, a few minutes passed, although it felt like longer, and every time the phone rang, I jumped.”


He played with the edges of his menu for a moment, and she wondered what those fingers would feel like on her. When he refocused his gaze on her, her face heated and she took a deep breath. “Restaurant burned down,” he said, “every road in the city closed, it’s been a while since I’ve been on a date...I don’t know.”

She leaned forward with a smile. “Look at us. We made it.”

“I’m glad.” He touched her hand for a moment, his fingers strong, and a shiver ran up her arm. His words might be tentative, but his touch was warm, strong and sure. His piercing blue eyes honed in on her and made it impossible to look away. His eyebrows were still dark, unlike his hair, which gave him a foreboding appearance, but when he smiled, his mouth stretched, drawing attention to his soft lips, adding a vulnerability to his features and making her wonder what it would be like to kiss him. Would his kiss be soft and gentle or sure, in a take-no-prisoners kind of way? What would he taste like? Warmth pooled low in her belly as a desire to find out the answers to those questions blossomed.

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Jennifer Wilck started telling herself stories as a little girl when she couldn’t fall asleep at night. Her favorite stories to write are those with smart, sassy, independent heroines; handsome, strong and slightly vulnerable heroes; and her stories always end with happily ever after.

In the real world, she’s the mother of two amazing daughters and wife of one of the smartest men she knows. When she’s not writing, she loves to laugh with family and friends, is a pro at finding whatever her kids lost in plain sight, and spends way too much time closing doors that should never have been left open. She believes humor is the only way to get through the day and doesn’t share her chocolate.

She writes contemporary romance, some of which are mainstream and some of which involve Jewish characters. All are available through Amazon and Barnes & Noble.