Her Will His Way is a contemporary erotic romance set in the Rio Grande Valley. It’s a fun, sexy read with characters you won’t want to let go.
I really enjoyed writing this book and hope you’ll enjoy reading it as well.
In order to pique your curiosity here are a blurb and sneak peak at the book.
After her husband’s infidelity ends their ten year marriage and allegations of fraud send her interior design business into bankruptcy, Anita Perez is more than happy to take over ownership of her late grandfather’s flower shop in the Rio Grande Valley. However, Anita has a problem. She doesn’t speak Spanish–something her grandmother’s sexy neighbor, Antonio Hernandez, feels the need to remind her of on a daily basis.
Antonio has loved Anita for as long as he can remember, but the only attention she’d give him was in willful response to a dare. Now that she has returned to the valley Antonio will stop at nothing to win her heart.
But Antonio’s plan may backfire if Anita learns he made a ‘deal with the devil’ and he used the flower shop to lure her into more than just his bed.
"Are you sure you don’t mind closing up for me?" Anita asked her assistant, Berta, as she scooped her purse from the desk drawer.
The young woman waved her off. "No, not at all. It’s only a couple more hours. Besides, I don’t think we’re going to get a mad rush of people wanting carnations," she said with a grin. "Now, go on and get ready for your date with Officer Hottie."
"It isn’t a date. I’m just making him dinner," Anita said. "He goaded me into it."
"Yeah, right. And you don’t have the least bit of interest in him," Berta said with a dubious nod.
"No, I don’t. I can barely even stand the man’s company." Anita frowned at her friend. "Would you stop with the mmm hmm’s?"
Berta held up her hands and shrugged. "I’m just saying the way he looks at you...you’d have to be blind not to see it."
"There’s nothing to see. I’ve known Tony for almost twenty years. He’s an arrogant son of a bitch who thinks he knows everything."
"And you, being so proud, can’t resist proving him wrong. It has absolutely nothing to do with that killer body or those bedroom eyes," Berta said.
"I’ve never noticed."
Berta laughed, nodding her head. "Oh, yeah that was convincing."
Anita grinned and adjusted her purse strap over her shoulder. "I’ll see you Monday." She made it to the door before stopping. "Oh shoot! I forgot Mr. Jimenez is supposed to drop off some more of his vases."
Berta stepped forward and placed her hands on Anita’s shoulders, turning her back to face the door. "I can handle Mr. Jimenez. I did work for your grandfather for a couple of years before you took over the place. Now go make yourself sexy for your date. And I want to hear all the horny details Monday."
"It’s not a date!" Anita said before the door closed behind her. "He tricked me into it. Just like he always does," she added with a frown.
Damn that Antonio Hernandez! In all the years she’d known him, he’d looked for ways to tease her into some sort of debate, and she would have a determined need to prove him wrong, never realizing until later that he’d been setting her up.
She slid into her car and thought about how he’d cornered her in her grandmother’s kitchen two days earlier. He’d been mowing the lawn and came in for a drink. When he noticed her at the stove, he started speaking in Spanish, smirking when she didn’t respond.
"It’s a shame you have so little respect for your heritage," he said, shaking his head.
"Just because I don’t speak Spanish, doesn’t mean I’m any less a Mexican."
"You can’t even make a simple plate of migas," he said, gesturing toward the mess of eggs sticking to the skillet.
"I can cook as well as you," Anita returned.
Tony stepped closer, caging her in against the counter, a mischievous gleam in his dark brown eyes.
"Yeah? Prove it. You can cook me dinner Saturday night."
Wisps of black hair draped his forehead. The smell of freshly cut grass clung to his skin, mixing with his own musky scent. She silently cursed her libido for reacting as if she’d been hit with a flamethrower.
"I don’t have to prove anything to you," she said, glaring up at him.
Tony’s smile was crooked and every bit as cocky. "That’s what I thought." He leaned in, his mouth inches from hers. "You’re afraid to be alone with me," he said in Spanish. His smile spread when her eyes hardened. "Prove me wrong," he said, switching back to English. "Saturday night. My place." He stole a kiss then caught her arm when her hand came up to slap him.
"You only get to do that once," he said then left her alone in the kitchen.
Anita laid her hand against the quiver in her stomach. It was the second time since she’d known Tony that he’d kissed her. The first time was after he had the nerve to tell her to break off her engagement to Paul.
It didn’t matter that he’d been right about her ex-husband. Antonio Hernandez had no right to tell her whom she should or should not marry, and she’d told him so with a slap across the face.
She spotted the state trooper’s car and felt the flutter of anticipation settle in her stomach.
So what if Tony is a handsome man, she thought. And so what if the taste of him had stayed in her senses and sent her hormones in an uproar. It didn’t mean she would go against her principles and date a Mexican. It’s not that she’s prejudiced; after all she’s full-blooded Mexican herself. But she had seen how domineering the men in the Valley are to their wives, and she refused to allow a man to tell her what to do. The dinner tonight was to prove a point, not become a couple.
He’d called her a gringa, she thought with disgust. Just because she’d been raised in Chicago and didn’t know Spanish or how to make tamales didn’t make her any less Mexican did it?
Regardless, it was her own pride that had her agreeing to cook him dinner. He told her she had lost all respect for herself by losing respect for her heritage. Maybe it was true, but it wasn’t because she didn’t respect her heritage. She had come back to the valley hadn’t she? Okay, so maybe inheriting her grandfather’s flower shop had been a deciding factor, but it wasn’t the only reason. She’d also come here to take back what was stripped from her when her parents decided to raise her in Chicago.
She’d spent every summer in the Rio Grande Valley from the time she turned twelve until she married at twenty-one. It was only natural that she would return when her life was such a mess.
And it had nothing to do with Antonio Hernandez!
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