I’d like to welcome Zach of Too True To
Be Good by Mary E Thompson.
RW: What’s your story/back story? Why would someone come up with a
story about you?
ZB: Hell if I know. I’m a pretty ordinary guy. I’m a chef at my
family’s restaurant and I don’t really do anything spectacular. Maybe someone
wants to know about Summer. You know, the girl who showed up on my doorstep
saying she’s my kid.
RW: Can you tell us about your hero/ine
ZB: Gianna is the most amazing woman I’ve ever met. She’s kind and
beautiful and has a great sense of humor. I definitely never imagined I’d know
someone like her.
RW: Bubble baths or steamy showers? Ocean or mountains? Puppies or
kittens? Chocolate or caramel?
ZB: Definitely steamy showers. The steamier the better. Ocean works
for me. The clothes are much better for my viewing pleasure. Puppies. Women are
suckers for puppies. And caramel. Chocolate is too obvious. Caramel is the way
to go.
RW: If money were not an object, where would you most like to live?
ZB: It doesn’t matter how much money I have, I’m not leaving
Amavita. The vineyard my family owns is the most beautiful place on earth. How
can you beat 73 acres of grapes on the bank of Cayuga Lake, all my family
around me, and all the wine I can drink? Nothing can ever compare.
RW: What is your secret guilty pleasure?
ZB: I don’t think it’s very secret, but I love to cook. Even when it’s
just for myself. It calms me and reminds me who I am. I love feeding people,
and I love what I do. I’m fortunate that way.
RW: City life or country life? E-Book or paperback?
Zebras or elephants?
ZB: Country life. Always.
Definitely need my paperbacks. And elephants. I’m a big fan of curves.
RW: Satin, Egyptian cotton, jersey, flannel… What
are your favorite sheets?
ZB: Is there such a thing
as bad sheets? I mean, really. When we get under them, all I care about is if
she’s happy.
But I do buy Egyptian cotton. Damn are they soft.
RW: Party life or quiet dinner for two?
ZB: Quiet dinner for two.
At my place. Where the bedroom isn’t far away.
RW: When I’m alone, I (fill in the blank).
ZB: Read. I’ve always
been a reader. I have shelves of books in my room. It’s my escape, especially
before Gianna and Summer came into my life.
RW: Those are all the questions I have for you.
Thank you for speaking to me.
ZB: Oh, no, thank you. It was all my pleasure.
Mary
E Thompson
Bio
Mary E. Thompson grew up
loving to read, like a good little girl. Many nights she would fall asleep with
the flashlight still turned on as she hid under the covers trying to finish the
last few pages of a book. As an adult, the light from her ereader means she
doesn’t need a flashlight, but she still stays up way too late to finish a
book.
When Mary’s not reading, she’s
playing with her two kids or living out her own real-life romance novel with
her hubby. She has a weakness for chocolate, especially when it’s paired with
peanut butter, and has been known to have a bad day just because there’s no
chocolate in the house. Unless there’s wine. Then everything is okay.
Mary grew up in Buffalo, New
York and swears she’s the only local to never ski or snowboard. Soccer was
always her sport, with a couple adventures white water rafting and skydiving to
keep things interesting. Mary moved to South Carolina for college but missed
Buffalo every day. Yeah, she thinks she’s crazy, too. She somehow convinced her
South Carolina born-and-bred hubby to return to Buffalo to raise their kids and
live out their lives. He’s still not sure what he was thinking.
Too True To Be Good
The Plot
His life
was good…
Zach Bennett was content
to go to work, hang out with his family and friends, and entertain a woman once
in a while. As his family found love all around him, he was content to stay
single. Unattached. Happy.
Besides, he had enough to
worry about with a new chef breathing down his neck for his job.
She faced
the truth every day…
Gianna Brooks always
wanted to work with people. She saw enough growing up to know kids need all the
help they can get. They deserved to be safe. Loved. Happy.
Which is why she’s
determined to get her new client into a forever home.
But the
truth isn’t always good…
The last thing Zach needs
is a little girl showing up on his doorstep claiming she’s his. Her social
worker hot on her heels, and demanding a place to stay definitely doesn’t make
it any better. Especially with Gianna’s curvy body and bedroom eyes, and his
daughter’s sad sweetness, making him consider keeping both of them.
Gianna knows she should
run. Zach knows he should send them away. But neither of them can resist the
pull toward the other.
An Excerpt:
Zach drove Gianna insane
the rest of the day. She didn’t know if he was doing it on purpose, but as they
drove around the vineyard, he kept touching her. A brush of his arm when they
hit a bump, a rub of his knee under the table at lunch, even a hand low on her
back when they were walking down the street in Bereton.
She was wound so tight
she was ready to snap by the time they got back to his place for dinner.
She enjoyed the tour he
gave them, and so did Summer, but she needed to keep her distance from Zach if
she was going to survive the rest of the trip.
And she definitely couldn’t
afford a hotel for however long she’d be there.
She went straight to her
room when they got back to his place. She needed a break from him. She knew he
would tie her up in knots if she let him. Apparently if she didn’t let him,
too.
Gianna sank onto the bed
and flopped back, Zach’s scent wrapping around her like a blanket. She groaned,
wishing there was somewhere she could go to get away from him. An escape. She
could go for a walk, but she knew it would just remind her of him and she’d end
up taking a path he’d gone earlier. She could go to town, but the same would
happen.
No matter where she went,
she’d think of Zach.
And want him.
It was lust, plain and
simple, but it was powerful. He was powerful. She’d never wanted a guy like she
wanted him. She enjoyed sex, but there was something about Zach that told her
sex with him would be unlike anything she’d ever experienced.
She groaned at herself.
She needed to stop thinking about sex with him. It was never going to happen.
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