A Touch of Cinnamon by Bethany Lopez

A Second Chance Romance

A touch of cinnamon

For the past year, Tasha has thrown herself into her catering business with her sisters, but she’s been keeping a secret. The hot, moody owner of Prime Beef, is the only man she ever loved. The man she left behind in college, and thought she’d never see again, until he showed up across the street.
  
For the past year, Jericho Smythe has been waging a war with himself. Did he want to know why Natasha had broken his heart and left without looking back, hell yes. But he’d found himself paralyzed by the glimpses he’d gotten of her at Three Sisters Catering, and knew he wasn’t ready for a confrontation.
  
Neither of them are content with their lives, but so much has happened in the time that has passed. Can the right amount of spice remind them of the love they’d shared? A Touch of Cinnamon may be all that's needed to give Tasha and Jericho back the richness they’ve been lacking.

Genre: FICTION / Romance / Contemporary

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Romance / Romantic Comedy

Language: English

Keywords: second chance, angst, enemies to lovers, sisters, small town

Word Count: 44000

Sales info:

This book has sold over 6000 ebooks over all retailers and 200 audiobooks. 


Sample text:

“’Lo,” I said sleepily into the phone.

I’d been up late studying for a quiz, and didn’t bother looking at the face of the phone to see who was calling. I just wanted the ringing to stop.

“Tash.”

My name on my sister’s lips, in that tone, had me sitting up and coming fully awake.

“Millie, what’s wrong?” I asked.

“It’s Mom … Tasha, you know I wouldn’t be calling unless it was serious,” my oldest sister said, the pain in her voice tearing me apart. “You need to come home.”

Tears pricked my eyes as the reality of what she was saying crashed down on me.

Our mother had been downplaying her illness for so long, I’d begun to believe she’d be okay. But, Millie telling me to leave school and come home meant the worst thing imaginable was happening … our mother was dying.

“I’m on my way,” I stated simply, then pressed end and sat on my bed, staring at nothing as my mind raced.

It’s a sign. That’s what the voice in my head was telling me. A sign that I was so caught up in Jericho, I’d been losing sight of everything else. My family, my studies, my independence.


Book translation status:

The book is available for translation into any language except those listed below:

LanguageStatus
Dutch
Already translated. Translated by Laura Zwart
Italian
Already translated. Translated by Cristina Maria Leoni
Portuguese
Translation in progress.

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