Release Blitz: A Beautiful Taste by Lilliana Anderson
The Beautiful Series are standalone romances, each with their own HEA.
They can be read in order or on their own.
New Adult romance, for 18+ only due to sexual content and adult themes
It's never easy to go back. That's something chef, Bradley Rae is sweating bullets about as the
Elliot Roberts, convinces him to go, he thinks he'll be fine going back there.
After all, chances are, she won't be there at all. It’s been almost ten years. Maybe she she’s
Dakota Morgan is a girl with many regrets, and Bradley Rae is on top of that list.
You see, she did something - she didn't wait five minutes, and that tiny amount
When her father sets up a fundraising reunion for their family owned kayaking club,
even if it's just a window into what might have been...
When Brad and Dakota meet again, will sparks fly, or will the past remain firmly in the past?
And what about secrets? Can they survive the reality of what that one split decision,
Dakota
“He's not here,” Stacey says quietly, as I nervously scan the room. I can't seem to stop fidgeting,
“What if he doesn't come? What if he does? What happens if he won't talk to me?
And worse still, what happens if he does want to talk to me?”
She places her hands on my shoulders, and her blue eyes look into my brown eyes.
“Calm the fuck down. OK? Freaking out doesn't help anyone, and you’re making yourself sweat.
And that's not hot.”
I close my eyes and take a breath. “I just don't know what I'm going to say.”
“How about you get out there and mingle with the people who are here? Have a glass of wine
I let out my breath and nod. “OK, you’re right. I’m freaking out, and that isn’t helping.”
I smooth my hand down the front of my dress. I’d tried on so many different styles and colours ,
The entire time, I tried to tell myself that I wasn’t doing it to try and look good for him.
I tried to convince myself, when I chose an emerald green dress that hugged my curves and
But I did. Of course I did. Despite all the years and everything that has happened in between,
I’ve still thought about him every day.
Maybe I should tell him…
***
Brad
Running my hand over the stubble on my face, I wonder whether I should shave or go as I am.
If I’m freshly shaven, will I look like I’m trying too hard, or will leaving the stubble make
I let out my breath slowly. I’m making this way too complicated. But then, things between
Dakota and me always were complicated. There was the age gap, and the continued tension
I’d often wondered if he was purposely trying to torture me.
There’s also the fact that I broke that trust, and when I thought he was keeping her away from me,
I confronted him. He was infuriatingly calm as he worked on repairs on the engine to his speedboat. He simply told me to go home and calm down. I did go home. I also never went back.
Tonight will be the first time since that day.
After showering and shaving, I dress in a pair of black pants with burgundy braces and a
I pause and look at them, the colourful images representing life and death, reminding me of
As I nervously drive out to Lane Cove, I wonder if I should just let it all go.
What happened between us was over seven years ago now. Surely she’s with someone else,
I won’t go in there looking for answers, there probably aren’t any that I haven’t already
Elliot is right, I really need to move on.
Even though my brain has made its decision, my body seems to be acting on its own.
And I spend some time sitting my BMW, gripping the steering wheel as I try to work up the
I’m being ridiculous. I know I am. People see their exes all the time, and they manage just fine.
I mean, I haven’t seen Dakota since I was nineteen, and she was sixteen.
It’s been years and so much has happened in between. This shouldn’t matter now–we’re adults. We can be civil, and we don’t even have to rehash the past.
“Just move forward,” I say to myself, as I open the car door and head toward the kayaking club.
I can smell the damp earth of the water’s edge, as the gravel crunches under my feet.
In the distance, the sun is setting, and as I approach the club’s entrance, I can hear the music
As I step through the door, there’s a sign that instructs me to go to the ‘White Water Function Room’. I look around, seeing that everything is the same, but different because of the renovations.
My unsettled feeling grows.
“Are you lost?” a young girl of barely eighteen asks me when I continue to stand in the foyer.
“Ah…um… I’m here for the fundraiser.”
She smiles at me and points down the hall. “It’s right down there.”
I thank her, even though I knew where it was. The White Water Room was here when I was.
It’s the room we had award nights in, and where all previous fundraisers have been held.
Although, back then I was one of the kayakers.
Walking down the hall, I push the door open, and a girl with a clipboard asks my name
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