Welcome to Sneak Peek Saturday’s here at Notes From a Romantic’s Heart. Every Saturday you’ll get to meet two or three new authors and learn about their books. Each Saturday will also have a “theme” and the authors will give insight into their quirky personalities by identifying their “favorite” from the week’s them.
This week’s subject is “Favorite Fancy Restaurant”.
Our first guest is author Belle Ami. When asked about her favorite restaurant, she said, “One if by Land, Two if by Sea in Greenwich Village is one of my favorite, fancy restaurants. All you have to do is take a peek at the images on Google and you’ll understand why this restaurant on Barrow Street is rated consistently in the top five of the most romantic restaurants in the world in every poll and ranking, and, of course, #1 most romantic restaurant in NYC.
Today she’d like to share with us the latest book in her The Only One series, One More Time is Not Enough.
About the Book:
Adelia Lindstrom Bremen seems to have it all: Wealth, beauty, perfect twin children, two men in love with her, and a career she loves. But, beneath the veneer of success and prosperity lies disappointment, tragedy, and unending lies. Her parents were murdered, her marriage ended in a custody battle, and she is swept up in a love triangle. Now she has discovered the existence of a half-sister who wants nothing to do with her.
The only thing that could make matters worse is if she were to become the target of a serial killer—that’s about to happen.
A Short Excerpt:
Holding hands with his ex-wife, Miles walked through the dining room of One if by Land, Two if by Sea. They caused quite a stir. The New York gossip mill was known to keep close tabs on its A-list members.
Adelia had never really been a part of that world. However, he, despite his efforts to keep a low profile, was a favorite subject of their speculation. Adelia’s sexy attire only reinforced their curiosity. He could see that every man and woman in the room were in awe of the diamond collar around Adelia’s neck. It amused him to think of what they would say if they knew what it meant. It wasn’t often that he enjoyed attention from the public, but when he was with Adelia, he wanted the whole world to see.
The restaurant was exactly what she’d asked for. They were led through a brick walled bar into the 18th century carriage house’s dining room. The property had been the home of Aaron Burr, once vice-president during Thomas Jefferson’s administration.
Chandeliers and wall sconces cast a soft glow on the elegant diners who sat at tables that were dressed in rich damask linens and adorned with sparkling crystal. The melodic tones of a piano drifted from the bar, while the aroma of fine cooking surrounded them.
Miles had reserved a corner booth separated from the table next to them by a wood paneled wall. The view to the ivy-laden garden courtyard was incredible.
He plucked a rose from the floral arrangement on the table and placed it in Adelia’s hair. His lips pressed hot on her ear as he smelled it. “A rose for my rose.”
This newest release is not yet available for pre-order but you can find the first two books in the series on Amazon.
Our second guest for Sneak Peek Saturday is author Zara West. According to Zara, “My favorite fancy restaurant is off the beaten path it is on the eastern Shore of Nova Scotia. It is the Seawind Country Inn which features gourmet meals like Lobster Mornay and Maple Grilled Salmon with Fresh Mano-Cilantro Sauce. I have eaten both and they are fantastic. The breakfasts are wonderful too. My favorite is blueberry stuffed French Toast.” Zara’s newest book is Beneath the Skin is from The Wild Rose Press.
About the Book:
Ex-Olympic wrestler and reclusive billionaire artist Aristides Stavros has one mission—to rescue his sister, a popular Williamsburg, Brooklyn tattoo artist from the old enemy who has kidnapped her. But at every turn he is confronted by anthropologist Melissa Dermot. Is she just an innocent girl in over her head or is she working for the international crime boss holding his sister? Only one thing is certain, when Ari holds the beautiful Asian-American in his arms questions of guilt and innocence fade against an undeniable fiery attraction. But can their wild passionate love survive the tangled web of long hidden secrets, intentional deceit, and murderous revenge that lie just beneath the surface?
“You.” Aristides Stavros loomed over her. “What are you doing here?”
She peered up at the artist’s twisted face and backed further down the steps. A doorknob poked her in the back. Panicked, she twisted it open and dashed into an unlit basement storeroom.
She stumbled forward into the dark, tripped over a metallic cylindrical object, and landed on her stomach. All the air whooshed out of her. Rectangular objects with sharp corners tumbled around her, jabbing her in the arms and neck. Rough cloth scraped her skin.
On the staircase above her, the beast hovered in the doorway like a hawk scenting a rabbit. For a second, he hesitated, then he dashed down the steps and moved toward her, huffing as he shoved objects out of the way. She pushed herself up on hands and knees and scuttled further into the dark.
“Sto diávolo. Where are you? If you destroy any of these paintings, I will have your hide or at least my lawyer will.” He came closer. “Busy man, my lawyer, and to think I almost didn’t hire one.”
She scrabbled back and touched torn canvas. Heavens, these were his paintings—the ones that sold for thousands of dollars.
She was in deep, deep trouble.
A grunt. The monster hefted a painting and pushed it aside. Another grunt. He was coming closer. She wanted to cover her head with her hands and curl up into a ball as she had done as a child to protect herself from the monster under the bed. But this monster was real.
For a moment, his powerful body was silhouetted against the faint illumination of the doorway as he picked up another painting, then disappeared as he stacked it to his right. He was clearing a path directly toward her. She could see the slash of light coming down the stairwell, her only escape to safety. But one furious artist blocked the way.
He’d be on top of her in seconds.
But not if she distracted him. She sat up and reached behind her for the hard object she’d landed on. She ran her fingers over it, found the plastic nub at one end. A spray paint can. She gripped it in her right hand, took a squatting position, and waited. The next time he passed in front of the light, she tossed the can with all her strength, aiming for where she thought his head should be. But for a big man, he moved fast. The can whizzed past him, landed on the steps with a clank and then clattered down to the floor.
The monster gave a short laugh. “Missed.” He moved forward, his expensive suit swishing closer and closer.
She had to stop him. Desperate, she wiggled her hand around under the fallen artwork and found another can, pried off the cap. Then she put her finger on the spray nozzle and waited.
That’s it for another Saturday. Please come back again for both my Welcome Wednesday feature and next Saturday’s Sneak Peek/Author Favorites. Until then, stay happy, stay healthy, stay well read.