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Nicole Douglas lives in Texas with her husband and son. She is a traveling addict, coffee connoisseur and hopeless romantic. She works full-time during the day and writes romance novels by night (and also on the notepad in her phone when she's at work whenever inspiration strikes).
Here is a short sample from the book:
Customers come and go. Max walks back up to the counter and orders milk.
“Who the fuck orders milk at a coffee shop?” I hiss at him quietly as I ring up his ridiculous order.
“Jesus. Is that how you talk to customers?”
“If you don’t drink coffee why the hell do you even come here?”
“The ambiance and exceptional customer service.” He winks at me in a clear attempt to annoy me even more than he already has. “Anyone ever tell you that you have a sailor’s vocabulary?”
“No.”
“Well you do.” He gazes up at the menu with his hands in his pockets, rocking back on his heels.
“Do you want anything else, sir.” I ask, heavy on the sarcasm. Rather than get irritated back Max just lifts his eyebrows suggestively.
“What kind of coffee would you recommend?”
“Coffee?”
“Yeah. Coffee.”
“Are you fucking with me?”
“I’m sorry. What?” He scrunches his face in mock confusion. “This is a coffee shop… Right?”
He’s radiating with veiled amusement, proud of himself for getting under my skin. A smile cracks at the corners of my mouth and I fight it. It’s an annoyed type of smile, one you get when something is so ridiculous there’s nothing you can think to say. I definitely don’t want to encourage this childish shit.
“I’m being serious though.” His smile warms, ending the game. “Make me a coffee?”
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