Tara Sivec Chocolate Lovers Series Novels & Stories

Lacey mumbled with sadness. “If that is the case, let’s have some girl talk over coffee one last time,” Lana said. Margo nodded. They got up solemnly and walked to the counter. They only had to wait behind two people. Once those customers were taken care of, Lacey and Margo placed their orders. Then it was Lana’s turn. “I’d like to have a vanilla coffee with a splash of hazelnut syrup and please make sure it’s decaf, sugar. I’m with child,” Lana slurred with a fake Southern accent as she waved a Kleenex in the air.

Proserpina “Mumma, can I help with those?’ demanded a persistent voice at my elbow, and I sighed. It was Tara. I had baked a fresh batch of chocolate chip cookies for my boys who were home from their elite boarding school. But the entire batch I had baked the day before had been devoured. Now I sighed and turned to smile at Lou and Dom along with Tara, who had entered the kitchen. Tara came to me and began to help me. “Is it for Claude’s girl?’ asked Dom, who had no sense of decorum at times. I sighed. The boys were now almost as tall as me, as was Tara. “Help yourself, “I said drily, for I had seen the gleam in Dom’s eyes as he looked at the macaroons I had baked, the flavoured, delicate co

She clicked her tongue and flopped down on the sofa, combing her hair with a frustrated, rough motion. “I miss chocolate, okay?” he continued dramatically. ‘Eva's low-sugar chocolate is the only moral savior this week.” “You,’ Harvey sneered, shaking his head. ”It's still good that Tiana makes time for cheating. Me? Ursula? We haven't even touched kitchen salt this week.” Ursula snorted softly. “I miss potato chips. I even bought two bags of imported potatoes. Eva, can you make a large portion, please?” The three of them sighed deeply in unison. In the next second, the elevator bell rang. The three of them, as if connected inwardly, stood up together and hurried towards the door.

As Leila strolled through the market square, her mind was tangled like a bowl of spaghetti, trying to link the stolen books and the murdered professor. The square was lively for the amount of snow and the temperature well below the freezing point. Vendors peddled their wares by spreading them on fleece blankets, their goods as ragged and random as the spirit of Christmas. Leila walked between the aisles, surrounded by old copper kettles, once fine German porcelain, toy trains, and oak plant stands trying hard not to look bored.

Melissa, I arrived home and took a shower. It's also very hot here in Rio. Since it's still early, I'm going to take advantage and prepare a surprise for Ricardo. He arrives tonight. Maybe a dinner? Yes, I've decided on an aphrodisiac dinner. I call my favorite restaurant and place an order for two: blackberry and ginger jam with toast as an appetizer, filet mignon with chef's parmesan cheese risotto as the main course, and truffled honey bread for dessert.

Only time would tell whether they would ever find their way back to each other. After Veronica and her daughter returned from their vacation ,Kyra overheard her calls to Chris begging him not to leave her ,that she still loved him. Kyra is disappointed knowing that her brother Blake is the one being toiled with. She decides to investigate and find out if Flora was really her brothers daughter

His open palms traveled the length of her, hot as a branding iron, shooting icy shivers up and down her spine. A whimpering sound escaped the back of Sierra’s throat as she pressed herself against his hard body. Already moist inside her jeans, she abandoned thoughts of Christmas decorations. She’d done a bad job of pretending to love Ben, a job that had got more difficult as time wore on. Loving Matt came easily to her. Quickly, she reminded herself that she didn’t, couldn’t love him now. Her rational thoughts ebbed away as her need mounted. Her knees threatened to buckle. So intense was her longing, it hyrt. Heat seared through her as his hand cupped her breast. She arched her back to him,

Tamara said while passing me a pair of gloves then taking out a pair for herself "this long row is obviusly ice cream we got chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, birthday cake, cookies and cream, cookie dough, mint chocolate chip, butter peacan, pistachio and cotton candy" Tamara said while going down the line and pointing at each flavor I looked as she pointed trying my best to memeorize at least one or two flavors "don't worry you'll get it, it took me a month to memorize where each flavor is" Sydney said

Amidst the chaos, there is Maximus Simmons, a young man she feels compelled to keep close as she navigates the management of the Lyle villa and pursues a dream she holds dearer than anything else. In the intricate tapestry of the Tara Lyle book series, every moment unfolds with a promise of adventure. Grateful for the time you, dear readers, invest in my books, I have decided to present complete works for each book series I own. I sincerely hope you embrace the journey of this captivating tale.

Tara’s friends echoed in agreement. “That woman is really a shameless whore.” “Yeah, but I really am jealous of you. Master Carter is rich and handsome, and he’s good to you. If I can meet someone like him, I’ll become a vegan for the rest of my life.” “I’ll be one for the rest of my life and my next life.” As the flattery slowly built up to the climax, Tara answered, “Okay, guys, this is the main chat group. We shouldn’t be chatting here.”