SWEET ON YOU
“Stefanie is one of my favorite authors and once again she delivers a delightful story!”
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I want to personally welcome you to Patterson’s Bluff—my little Aussie seaside town. If you love hot heroes with hearts of gold and heroines who could be your BFF, then you’ve come to the right place.
A Patterson’s Bluff story
She’s sugar and spice and all things nice…
Brian “Mack” MacDermot lives to play by the rules. Checklists, guidelines and boundaries? He loves them all. But lusting after his best mate’s little sister is strictly a no-go zone, even if she’s doing her best to tempt him.
Zoey Hutcherson is sick of harbouring the world’s most epic unrequited crush simply because she’s got a reputation for being reckless. Now she’s doing her best to prove she’s got her ducks in a row. Business partner? Check. Cool idea for an Aussie-inspired dessert business? Check. Food truck in need of a makeover? Check.
But Zoey won’t rest until there’s one more item ticked off her to-do list—Mack. She knows the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach and she is not above a sugary seduction. But can these polar opposites find common ground outside the bedroom? Or will Zoey’s heart get candy crushed?
CAN THIS BE READ AS A STANDALONE?
Yes! Each book in this series features a different couple, so they can be read in any order.
Is this book available in languages other than english?
Not at this stage.
IS THIS BOOK AVAILABLE IN AUDIO?
Not at this stage.
“This was a fun story and I am definitely going to check out some of the other books in the Patterson’s Bluff series!””
Excerpt from Sweet On You
The sound of a motorcycle cut through the air. It had a distinctive rumble and Mack knew exactly who was riding up his street even before the bike came into view and he saw the telltale flutter of multicoloured hair from underneath a helmet.
Zoey Hutcherson.
She had a leather jacket on top, but her legs were bare between the hem of a frayed pair of denim shorts and some chunky black leather riding boots. How many times had he told her to put all her leathers on if she was going for a ride? That was Zoey in a nutshell. Reckless. Rebellious. Unafraid of any bloody thing that might hurt her.
But he’d be lying through his teeth if he said there wasn’t something deeply appealing about the sight of her smooth, tanned legs straddling the bike and all that glorious purple, green and blue hair flying like streamers behind her. The girl was heartbreak waiting to happen.
Woman, he corrected himself. Zoey Hutcherson left girlhood behind quite some time ago.
“You might want to pick your jaw up off the ground before she gets here,” Nick said, chuckling.
“I’m not staring.”
“Nah, and wombats don’t shit cubes, right?”
Mack snorted. “Since when are you an expert on wombat excrement?”
“I’ve told you before, young Padawan, I know everything.” Nick clapped a hand on his shoulder.
“Yes, in all your three extra years of life you’ve gained so much wisdom,” Mack drawled. “Teach me, master.”
Nick laughed and headed off with a wave. Every day Mack was grateful he got to work for someone he considered a friend as well as a boss. It sure made dealing with the Steves of the world a little bit easier.
Zoey’s bike slowed as she approached Mack’s house and he half-willed her to keep on driving. Half, because only his brain was backing that desire. Other parts of him, namely those of a more southern nature, were hoping she’d bring those sweet legs walking right up to him. That push and pull encompassed his entire relationship with his best mate’s little sister—and it was the very reason he’d never given in to his attraction to her, because the head on his shoulders was the only one that got a say in the matter.
In any matter.
Zoey killed the engine and swung her leg around the back of the bike, leaving Mack’s mouth feeling drier than a summer’s day. That feeling only intensified when she pulled her helmet off and shook her colourful hair, sending it tumbling around her shoulders.
“Hey Mack, I hope it’s okay that I stopped by.” She shot him a smile as she unzipped her leather jacket, revealing a fitted white T-shirt underneath.
He cleared his throat. “Sure. What’s up?”
She stashed the helmet under one arm and opened up a storage box attached to the back of the bike. When she pulled out a plastic container with a handle, Mack raised an eyebrow. Why was Zoey bringing him food?
This couldn’t be good.
Her gaze met his, her full lips curving into a wicked smile that confirmed his fears. “I’ve come to seduce you… with sugar.”
