Fiction-Romance
Whimsical Publications,
LLC/paperback, 272 pages
Dec. 2008
$13.95
ISBN-13: 978-0-9787738-6-1
Book Two in the Serendipity Series
Whimsical Publications,
LLC/paperback, 272 pages
Dec. 2008
$13.95
ISBN-13: 978-0-9787738-6-1
Book Two in the Serendipity Series
Years ago Van Marshall, lead singer and guitarist of the metal band Bleeding Passion, let the love of his life get away
because he lacked the courage to tell her how he felt about her. He has been plagued by the memory of her ever
since then, unable to fully commit to another because of the love he still held for her in his heart. Now, she is thrown
unexpectedly back into his life, bringing with her all of the feelings he has hidden inside for so long.
Because of a brutal assault, Kat Vauss hates men and trusts no one. She is a martial arts expert and devotes all of
her time to her work and her training. The only person to ever come close to her heart was a shy, awkward boy she
knew in high school who she thinks is gone forever.
When Kat is given an assignment to shoot a DVD for Bleeding Passion, she is not prepared for the way her body and
heart react to the sensual singer, who coincidentally helped her out of a sticky situation some years before. His
presence stirs to life dormant feelings inside of her, but will he show her that not all men are evil and life can still be
beautiful and worth living?
because he lacked the courage to tell her how he felt about her. He has been plagued by the memory of her ever
since then, unable to fully commit to another because of the love he still held for her in his heart. Now, she is thrown
unexpectedly back into his life, bringing with her all of the feelings he has hidden inside for so long.
Because of a brutal assault, Kat Vauss hates men and trusts no one. She is a martial arts expert and devotes all of
her time to her work and her training. The only person to ever come close to her heart was a shy, awkward boy she
knew in high school who she thinks is gone forever.
When Kat is given an assignment to shoot a DVD for Bleeding Passion, she is not prepared for the way her body and
heart react to the sensual singer, who coincidentally helped her out of a sticky situation some years before. His
presence stirs to life dormant feelings inside of her, but will he show her that not all men are evil and life can still be
beautiful and worth living?
| Excerpt for Better Than Chocolate |
| Reviews for Better Than Chocolate |
Comment/review =I loved this book. Van and Kat are rich characters with real world flaws. I feel like I know them (and
am cheering for them) and that is a huge accomplishment for any writer.
Also, the characters do atypical things for a romance story, in one scene Van cowers while Kat protects him. Sounds
odd, but it works. They have complimentary strengths and weaknesses.
During much of the book, we are on tour with the Bleeding Passion band. This provides a rich backdrop for scene
settings, meeting interesting people and unusual situations.
Loved it, kudos to the author.
-Night Owl Romance Book Reviews
Reviewer Top Pick at Night Owl Romance
Comment/review =Better than Chocolate is the second book in Brieanna Robertson’s
Serendipity series and another delightful offering from a talented writer. Ms. Robertson’s voice is fresh, and her talent
for striking the right emotional tone is excellent. For those who are looking for a sweet, satisfying romance, or who
want a bright, lovely portrait of young lovers reunited, Better than Chocolate is a
great choice
-Julia C., Manic Readers Reviewer
Comment/review =Better Than Chocolate is a love story that will have readers laughing, crying and hoping. Brieanna
takes her tale on the road and into the unexpected. When I read this story, I felt like the writer knew these characters,
that they were her best friends and sat down one night to tell her how they met.
This story is well written, and from an editor’s point of view, an absolute joy to read. I recommend it to anyone that
wants a sweet romance, that remembers those shy, gawky, awkward high school years, and the spark in your gut the
first time you knew you were in love.
-Traci Markou
Forbidden Publications Editor
am cheering for them) and that is a huge accomplishment for any writer.
Also, the characters do atypical things for a romance story, in one scene Van cowers while Kat protects him. Sounds
odd, but it works. They have complimentary strengths and weaknesses.
During much of the book, we are on tour with the Bleeding Passion band. This provides a rich backdrop for scene
settings, meeting interesting people and unusual situations.
Loved it, kudos to the author.
-Night Owl Romance Book Reviews
Reviewer Top Pick at Night Owl Romance
Comment/review =Better than Chocolate is the second book in Brieanna Robertson’s
Serendipity series and another delightful offering from a talented writer. Ms. Robertson’s voice is fresh, and her talent
for striking the right emotional tone is excellent. For those who are looking for a sweet, satisfying romance, or who
want a bright, lovely portrait of young lovers reunited, Better than Chocolate is a
great choice
-Julia C., Manic Readers Reviewer
Comment/review =Better Than Chocolate is a love story that will have readers laughing, crying and hoping. Brieanna
takes her tale on the road and into the unexpected. When I read this story, I felt like the writer knew these characters,
that they were her best friends and sat down one night to tell her how they met.
This story is well written, and from an editor’s point of view, an absolute joy to read. I recommend it to anyone that
wants a sweet romance, that remembers those shy, gawky, awkward high school years, and the spark in your gut the
first time you knew you were in love.
-Traci Markou
Forbidden Publications Editor
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He reached over to a bowl that was on the floor next to the couch and he offered it to her. “Chocolate?”
Kat looked at the chocolates and picked one out, smiling to herself. “I have very good memories of these,” she
murmured.
She frowned. “My chocolate?”
He grinned. “No. Your memory.”
She looked away sadly and the deepest kind of sorrow welled up inside of her. She felt tears sting her eyes and she
swallowed. “It was a long time ago,” she whispered.
He gave her a look of concern, as if wondering why the memory should cause her such sadness. “Are you all right?”
She tried to mask her grief with a fake smile and nodded. “There’s nothing better than chocolate,” she said, trying to
change the subject.
He regarded her with an expression that was solemn, but exuded warmth. It was one of those unnerving looks that
made it seem like he was looking straight into her soul. It made her squirm and her pulse accelerate in a way that was
extremely abnormal for her.
“Some things are,” he said, his eyes holding hers.
Kat’s heart lurched and she felt sick to her stomach. She looked away and pretended to be interested in a thread on
the couch.
“Van!” Lance cried. “Dude! This girl’s whipping us all! I’m gonna be naked soon!”
Kat and Van both looked over to see Lance sitting only in his boxers and one sock. Van laughed and Kat took the
opportunity. She snapped her book open again and pretended to read, sticking her nose further into it than she
needed to, trying to escape. She glanced at Van out of the corner of her eye. He looked at her and smiled knowingly,
then stood and went over to Lance. She let out a relieved sigh and didn’t move for the rest of the trip. She had never
been so happy to see a hotel in all her life.
Hank helped Rochelle and Kat with their luggage and got them checked in. Kat listened to Rochelle go on and on and
on about Lance’s chest, Lance’s torso, Lance’s tattooed arms and rippling biceps, etc., etc., etc. as she put her
pajamas on, glad to be in her own room and away from Van. Though she had refused to show any sign of life for the
last leg of the journey, she noticed his continued quiet watching of her. He kept to himself, but she could feel his eyes
burning into her. It had been the longest ride of her life.
“So I saw you talking to Van,” Rochelle said.
Kat sighed as she set her suitcase inside the closet. “Yeah.”
“What did you talk about? Did he hit on you?”
Kat rolled her eyes. “No, we talked about work and he gave me a chocolate. Big whoop. I’m gonna go find the ice
machine.” She left the room and wandered through the halls for awhile, trying to regain her usual composure. Van
had rattled her much more than she would have liked. She was always in control, always cool and collected and
reserved, but he had made her feel completely neurotic. The things he had said…. The way he had looked at her…. It
was freaky. He made her remember things she had tried to forget a long time ago. Things that still hurt like they had
happened yesterday.
She paced restlessly for a while longer, until she felt like she had control over herself again, then meandered back to
the room, never actually having located the ice machine. She stopped in the doorway and frowned when she saw a
folded piece of paper on the floor. She picked it up and stared at it for a moment. Her name was written on the outside
of it. She felt instant dread. This was something else that was going to freak her out. She could feel it. She opened it
reluctantly.
Kat looked at the chocolates and picked one out, smiling to herself. “I have very good memories of these,” she
murmured.
She frowned. “My chocolate?”
He grinned. “No. Your memory.”
She looked away sadly and the deepest kind of sorrow welled up inside of her. She felt tears sting her eyes and she
swallowed. “It was a long time ago,” she whispered.
He gave her a look of concern, as if wondering why the memory should cause her such sadness. “Are you all right?”
She tried to mask her grief with a fake smile and nodded. “There’s nothing better than chocolate,” she said, trying to
change the subject.
He regarded her with an expression that was solemn, but exuded warmth. It was one of those unnerving looks that
made it seem like he was looking straight into her soul. It made her squirm and her pulse accelerate in a way that was
extremely abnormal for her.
“Some things are,” he said, his eyes holding hers.
Kat’s heart lurched and she felt sick to her stomach. She looked away and pretended to be interested in a thread on
the couch.
“Van!” Lance cried. “Dude! This girl’s whipping us all! I’m gonna be naked soon!”
Kat and Van both looked over to see Lance sitting only in his boxers and one sock. Van laughed and Kat took the
opportunity. She snapped her book open again and pretended to read, sticking her nose further into it than she
needed to, trying to escape. She glanced at Van out of the corner of her eye. He looked at her and smiled knowingly,
then stood and went over to Lance. She let out a relieved sigh and didn’t move for the rest of the trip. She had never
been so happy to see a hotel in all her life.
Hank helped Rochelle and Kat with their luggage and got them checked in. Kat listened to Rochelle go on and on and
on about Lance’s chest, Lance’s torso, Lance’s tattooed arms and rippling biceps, etc., etc., etc. as she put her
pajamas on, glad to be in her own room and away from Van. Though she had refused to show any sign of life for the
last leg of the journey, she noticed his continued quiet watching of her. He kept to himself, but she could feel his eyes
burning into her. It had been the longest ride of her life.
“So I saw you talking to Van,” Rochelle said.
Kat sighed as she set her suitcase inside the closet. “Yeah.”
“What did you talk about? Did he hit on you?”
Kat rolled her eyes. “No, we talked about work and he gave me a chocolate. Big whoop. I’m gonna go find the ice
machine.” She left the room and wandered through the halls for awhile, trying to regain her usual composure. Van
had rattled her much more than she would have liked. She was always in control, always cool and collected and
reserved, but he had made her feel completely neurotic. The things he had said…. The way he had looked at her…. It
was freaky. He made her remember things she had tried to forget a long time ago. Things that still hurt like they had
happened yesterday.
She paced restlessly for a while longer, until she felt like she had control over herself again, then meandered back to
the room, never actually having located the ice machine. She stopped in the doorway and frowned when she saw a
folded piece of paper on the floor. She picked it up and stared at it for a moment. Her name was written on the outside
of it. She felt instant dread. This was something else that was going to freak her out. She could feel it. She opened it
reluctantly.
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