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| Better Than Chocolate Brieanna Robertson |
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?
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?
| 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
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
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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.
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.
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