Release Date: 05.01.2018
Romy Love knows weddings. As the author of a hugely successful wedding blog, you’d think she’d have love covered. It is her last name, after all.
When it comes to her big day, Romy has the flowers picked out, a dress collecting dust in the back of her closet, and a preacher on standby. There’s just one problem: the groom doesn’t know it yet.
Romy has eyes for the Italian coffee god and single dad who owns the bakery in her building—she also has plans for his delicious buns—but in order to get her happily-ever-after, she has a few things to check off her list first:
Lose twenty pounds
Take over the blogging world one wedding at a time
Make Coffee Hottie fall in love with me
Yeah, this shouldn’t be difficult at all.
Bittersweet was such a pleasure to read,it's sweet, cute, funny and I've said sweet??
Romy is a wedding blogger and Elio is her favorite barista,they seem perfect for each other but their insecurities and their previous bad love experiences put a brake on their growing attraction.
I've really enjoyed these characters journey and I couldn't help but to cheer for them from start to end.
I hope to read more from this author duo because I need the story of two certain supporting characters.
Confident I no longer look like a cave troll, I grab my keys and wallet and rush downstairs. Elio is just turning the sign in the window when I virtually slam my body against it because I was running full-tilt down the stairs, and I can’t slow my velocity. He gives a startled laugh, and I flame bright red.
Elio abandons his ‘closed sign and opens the door.“Hey.”
“Hi. Sorry about that.”
“Couldn’t wait to see me, huh?” His eyes burn with mischief. I blush and desire arcs through me, because really, it should be illegal for anyone to look that delicious in jeans and a T-shirt with a dishtowel slung over his shoulder.
“Ha! Yeah.” I shake my head.“I mean no. I mean, Coffee. I’m lagging. Please, I’m really sorry. I know you’re closed and you wanna get home, and why wouldn’t you? It’s not like you want to stay at the shop all day when there’s wine to drink and cheese to nibble and classic books to read.”
He frowns.“That’s your impression of me? That I nibble cheese while reading classic literature.”
“And the wine,” my mouth supplies unhelpfully.
He chuckles.“You may need a crash course in what men do after work. Here’s a hint: it’s not nibbling anything. Unless, of course, it comes to ear lobes.”
Oh, wow. Okay. I would definitely prefer that to an expensive gouda.
He grins.“Come on. I’ll do you better than just a coffee.”
“Excuse me?” I squeak.
Now he laughs outright.“Relax,Romy. My nonna is here, my sister too, and a bossy four-year-old. I promise, I won’t bite.”
Not even if I want you to?