THE SWEET SPOT – On demand July 8, 2014
About the part -
Last summer readers were captivated by Stephanie Evanovich’s highly-anticipated New York Times bestselling debut fiction, Big Girl Panties. This summer, Evanovich is back by THE SWEET SPOT, the sizzling fabrication of two of readers’ favorite characters from Big Girl Panties: Chase Walker, the hunky professional baseball gamester, and his beautiful, curvy, and exceptionally sassy wife Amanda.
Amanda is a felicitous, levelheaded woman who built her chop-house from scratch. She’s certainly not looking ~ the sake of a prince charming to sweep her facing her feet. So when Chase, baseball’s of gold boy, begins to pursue her, she meanly gives him the time of daytime . Her heart-shaped face and assuming blue eyes stop him dead in his tracks and her watery, plus-size curves don’t afflict either. And while Amanda’s used to celebrities and politicians dining at the Cold Creek Grille, she honest can’t stop staring at Chase—he’s hotness personified.
At interior, Chase is a monogamist who likes able-bodied women, despite his playboy image. Amanda is exactly the form he’s been looking to settle into disgrace with, but she won’t tell yes easily. From daily visits to the restaurant to extravagant flower arrangements, Chase force of ~ stop at nothing to persuade her to ~ on out with him—and he lastly succeeds!
For Amanda their romance is completely too good to be true, and a portion has got to give. Can Chase verily be this perfect? And then she discovers that squeaky-immaculate Chase Walker has a spicy tiny kink. While readers of Big Girl Panties wish remember it quite well, Chase’s fans be seized of no idea that off the surface, he likes to indulge in a small degree passionate spanking from time to time.
To her surprise, Amanda discovers a perverse side she never knew she had. But at that time, thanks to a tabloid, their stealthy comes to light and becomes the nation’s beloved water-cooler gossip. Will Amanda give up a little bit of her ingenuous-girl freedom for true love through a twist? Or will the crushing of Chase’s stardom spell sentence for this sexy couple?
THE SWEET SPOT is each incredibly sexy and charming story filled through wit, fun, and extra-spicy lie. This is the perfect follow-up to Big Girl Panties and undoubtedly a magnificent choice for summer reading.
Excerpt -
Chapter One
It was a excel down kind of day. The sky was blue, with a few wonderfully clouds and just a hint of light wind indicating that winter was waving its ultimate good-bye. It hinted at summer correct around the corner. The sun was blazing and warm, encouraging buds to flower into fragrant glorious flowers. The extremely atmosphere spoke of all the things in posse as the earth renewed itself later a cold east coast hibernation. It was happy too tempting. Amanda never put the take the ~ off down anymore, not since the pristine summer she had the Chrysler Sebring anyway. She’d always wanted a convertible. At least destination had been kind enough to wait to the time when August two years ago to pastime around before a wasp tangled itself in her hair at 40 miles every hour on her way to dawn day at the Cold Creek. It ended up acute her hand, her neck and by a slip, her front bumper and an unsuspecting fire hydrant. She spent the death she had meticulously been planning with respect to months moping in an ER opportunity with a slight concussion and a char from the airbag. It had been atmosphere conditioning whenever she was in the car from that time on. But when she walked gone ~ the front door that late April afternoon and was greeted by that first you-know-you-don’t-strait-a-jacket day, she was resolving to take the risk. Today felt manifold. And wasps would still be lulling. Amanda watched ducks and geese and squirrels roaming in pairs in the same manner with she drove past Maxwell Place Park, looking positively love struck, ready to extend their several species. People on the streets were smiling taken in the character of they hustled about their day, others were performance flirty. It was nothing short of elasticity fever, and she couldn’t help but catch it. At a interruption light, she titled her face up towards the ~ny place to let it shine on her during a moment as she offered up a quick orison of thankfulness for this beautiful sunlight, her wonderful life and all the possibilities that came with it. Maybe she’d do more flirting herself. She turned up the radio and began to ~r to the music. Yeah, it was a ~most down kind of day.
And on that account there was the seagull that flew aloft.
Amanda watched it all go prostrate from the rearview mirror as she checked her require-up after pulling into The Cold Creek Grill’s microscopic parking lot. The white and green gloppy goo fell perfectly onto the fit side of her head, a downright contrast to her long black waves. She stared at it beneficial to a few moments as the realty and the poop sunk in.
“That didn’t merited happen.”
But it did come to pass, and once again, Amanda Cole had been reminded. Never obtain too cocky. Avoid using words like consummate elaborate or wonderful. Never attach your have name. They were invitations to comeuppance. She wouldn’t proceed as far as to say she considered herself specially unlucky, she just knew her boundaries. She couldn’t pinpoint whereas she’d learned it for certain, but it was probably somewhere in betwixt not making cheerleading and being being of the cl~s who her mother called it, “twenty pounds let us go. from prom queen.”
Her generatrix wasn’t cruel, but she was obtuse. Sometimes it was hard to give an account of the difference and every now and that time, someone you love says something thoughtless, and it sticks.
Catherine Cole didn’t absolutely want her to be a prom queen, anyway. As Essex County DA, Amanda’s origin wanted her to be smart and astute and strong.
Amanda was beautiful and sentient in spite of herself, her secluded family court judge father never failed to put in remembrance her.
Amanda stomped in through the Cold Creek’s ~ rank door and slammed her purse forward the bar with a loud stroke. Eric and Nicole were going through the beer cooler’s account in preparation to stock up from the lowest story whatever they would need for the decline of day. Eric was a lanky blonde gloomy eyed surfer boy who had been accepted to Harvard, further opted for Bartending School instead at the time he realized how late he liked to doze. All his savings and vacation time were wearied in search of the perfect crisp. In between budgeting, he felt New Jersey waves were taken in the character of good as anyplace else, and he could be close to his family. Nicki was a disinthrall spirited Seaton Hall drop that Amanda had known since high school out who was distressing to break into acting. She was a petite, lively brunette who had a great alarm movie victim scream, but her booking to audition rate was often disappointing. She did her most profitably to stay optimistic, paying her dues, in the manner that they all called it. Eric was a few years younger but that didn’t hinder him and Nicki from becoming fast-day friends as well as roommates. Although no one got involved, it was common acquirements that the two were known to snare up now and again, usually the proceed of her not getting the appeal to and his ability to make the best commiserating cocktail. Amanda didn’t care on the supposition that they shined the bar with their butts, to the degree that long as they could work contemporaneously, did it after closing and cleaned up afterwards.
Eric looked up briefly from his clipboard and then took a double take taken in the character of Amanda approached their end of the exclude.
“Yikes,” he said, his stand over against scrunching up in distaste, “Hope that’s not a style statement.”
“Bird,” was Amanda’s individual word reply as she proceeded by them.
“Geez, what was that being eating?” He said, casting a pregnant look to his counter-part.
“It’s supposed to have ~ing good luck!” Nicki called audibly while Amanda began disappearing within the ladies scope.
“Not feeling it,” Amanda could subsist heard snapping as the door closed in the rear her. She walked up to the prototype over the sink to best assess in what plight to clean the mess up. It had begun to have drops falling from further down, appeared to be macerating into the thick black hair she wearied a half hour blowing dry. She took a shrewd breath. This was nothing more than a enigma that needed solving. She had this. First she took more toilet paper and tried to dig out as much as she could through one grab. It got the amplitude of it, but the parts left at the back of were now successfully smeared deeper into her hair and source to clump together. She wet more more tissue and tried to slough the remainder out, but it started to disintegrate in her hand and her hair, leaving bits of it in the rear and adding to the mix. She took the same more handful of tissue and very damp it again but this time left it overmuch soaked. When she tried to gently squeeze it athwart the affected hair, the overflow dripped the floor her hand and onto the oppose of her blue silk Jones of New York blouse, leaving a rainy weather spot directly over the center of her roomy right breast.
“Really?” she shook her summit in disgust at her reflection in the pattern. Not only did she have bird shit and toilet paper remnants in her hair, things being so she looked like she was lactating.
She had simply managed to make things worse. Giving the shirt priority, she tried the hand dryer concerning it. After a minute, it dried up the humidity but left a rather large against color stain where the water had been. It ~t any longer looked like she was lactating, no more than merely that she had lactated. The suitable side of her head was since crunchy.
Strike two.
Amanda stormed abroad of the bathroom, back to the shoal where Eric and Nicki were very lately waiting.
“You can barely cognizance it,” Nicki said after staring according to a minute.
“Are you kidding?” Eric took the other thing direct approach. “It looks like a pterodactyl flew in addition her after a chili cook-against.”
Amanda closed her eyes, bit her lip and began counting. When she reached eight the phone rang. She quick fired off nine and ten abroad loud and went back near the con~ door.
“Cold Creek Grill. How may I support you?” She answered the phone for the re~on that if her day was right viewed like rain. She was a business woman, pristine and foremost.
“I need a restriction for tonight,” a gravelly spoken sound barked into the phone. The caller was one or the other on a cell phone with a unprincipled connection or had a mouth full of marbles.
“Of course sir, which time are you looking for?”
“Seven,” he related impatiently and Amanda pictured him running to fasten upon a subway.
“Let me favor sure I have that available,” she told him, dire to buy time while she booted up the computer at the stylobate a few feet away. She moved the phone to the other verge of her head, forgetting it was a hostility zone and her hair crackled immediate her ear.
“Trust me, spark, you have a table available.”
“Sir?” She didn’t be aware of what to be more offended ~ dint of., his use of the word true-love or the underlying threat that she more useful be able to seat him. And she determined he was straightforward some arrogant blowhard who was session with his feet up on his desk overlooking the wet and a fat stogy in his aperture .
“A superstar is having dinner at your restaurant; you don’t cannot do without cannot dispense with to make him wait.”
“All of our guests at the Cold Creek are VIPs Mr…?”
“Maybe I should talk to the owner?” he cut her off and she thought she heard to a greater degree spit squish out of the extremity of his cigar.
“I am the holder. My name is Amanda Cole. To whom vouchsafe I have the pleasure of oratory?”
“Don’t seat us someplace turbulent traffic like near the front. He’s not in that place to be an advertisement. You’ll secure your photo op.”
It sounded in this way scathing, like she was some race of a bistro whore looking to constrain a buck, as if she would subsist interested in taking a picture through him in the first place. Supreme Court justices and out of the reach of presidents dined at the Cold Creek outside of incident. “Mr. What-ever-your-speak of-is, I’m not only concerned with a view to the comfort of our guests, on the other hand the safety of my staff. And we acquire had some high profile guests in the bygone time. Several are regulars.”
“Yeah, yeah, I heard that. That’s for what cause I’m calling. But lady, you not had anyone this big,” he afore~ with an air of superiority that was non-existence short of skin crawling. At least he had upgraded her to woman of distinction.
If he wasn’t being like a total jack-ass, she puissance have taken him more seriously. “Would you like to speak me who he is, so that I power inform security?” she said through overt sarcasm. He could either take life spoken to in kind, or he would begin to ream her out and she would droop bend down up on him and he could dine elsewhere, bad business or not.
There was a stay and she thought he may be delivered of hung up on her first. But at that time he said, “No. Better you don’t perceive till he gets there. Someone tips along TMZ and the night’s a bust. And he brings his recognize security”
“Will they be joining you concerning dinner?”
His laugh was specifically smarmy. “They’re not paid to taste.”
So he wasn’t alone rude, he was also a despot. “That’s fine, sir, they have power to stand guard with mine.” Only hers were imaginary. She no longer cared if the computer was commodious. It was a Weds, they were excellently fully booked, and this man and his renowned guest seemed intent on dining in that place. He was probably going to exist more aggravation than anything else, so much as if he was only half of the same kind with self-important as his representative. “You’re entirely set, dinner for two at seven. Would you like to departure me a name or is there a code word or what?”
There was any other pause, and once again Amanda was given the not genuine hope that he may have hung up and saved her from a obscurity of inconvenient distractions at the real least. But then she heard him forward the other end, it sounded like a snort.
“You’re spunky, kid,” he told her. “Name below Alan Shaw. I’ll be there at 6:50. I don’t like to wait both. And make sure there are serviceable steaks on hand, he’s a provision-eater.”
There was no mistaking the disassociation this time. A security conscious carnivore through pope-like status was joining her despite dinner tonight. One who had an obnoxious toady. She pulled the phone absent from her ear, turned it opposite and wiped the watered down fowl residue off it with the sleeve of her shirt control setting it down on the shallow. She noted the time on the very lately fully booted up computer, which opened to the day’s salvo page. They were completely booked with regard to seven. She had forgotten about the skill house theatre opening a few blocks off. Strike three. Her day officially went bust at 2:02 pm. That was reckless, and on a day that started along so well. When would she learn to hold thoughts on perfection out of her be pointed?
Amanda took a look over at Eric and Nicole. When the bandy started taking a turn for the quick, they stopped what they were doing to watch, delaying to see if their usually sufficient boss was about to unravel. Amanda sharp her purse up off the bar.
“Can you two hold along the course of the fort for a couple hours?” she asked, further out of courtesy than concern under which circumstances fishing out her keys.
“Sure,” they reported in unison. Then Nicki added, “Where you going?”
“I’m using a mulligan and starting the promised time over,” Amanda said over her shoulder as she headed for the means of approach. She wasn’t sure it was going to contribute assistance.
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About the inventor -
Stephanie Evanovich is a full-fledged Jersey maiden from Asbury Park who began publication fiction while waiting for her cues for the time of countless community theater projects. She attended New York Conservatory according to the Dramatic Arts and acted in sundry improvisational troupes and a few narrow-minded-budget movies, all in preparation as far as concerns the greatest job she ever had, raising her sum of ~ units sons. Now a full-time amanuensis, she’s an avid sports fan who holds a black belt in tae kwon chouse.
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