Small towns are places where everyone knows everyone else. They watch over each other, bake them cookies and genuinely care for their neighbors. They are the place you escape to when the big cities seem too impersonal and overwhelming. Michigan has some of the most beautiful small towns in America. These towns host Memorial Day parades, church picnics and school dances.
Michigan author, Susan V. Vaughn has created a compelling love story set against the backdrop of a small Michigan town, Milford, where the Huron River runs through town and people nod to each other on the sidewalks. In her book, Sweet Escape, two unlikely people fall in love despite their differences.
Ted Harper knew moving to Milford to open his dream bar wouldn’t be easy. But he could have never imagined he would be so easily distracted from his goal. Violet Marino is beautiful, smart, captivating, and unfortunately, his next-door neighbor. Now Ted has a dilemma on his hands he didn’t anticipate as his life becomes entangled with a woman he can’t seem to forget.
Violet Marino has spent decades caring for her family and working at her father’s restaurant as a waitress. Hardly the life she dreamed of living when she was a little girl. But after her mother died, she was never a little girl again. Thrust into the parenting role for her two younger siblings, Violet sacrificed everything for their well-being.
When a handsome business owner offers her more than just a sweet escape, Violet is tempted to take him up on the offer. Even if that means jumping into the unknown.
He added ice to her copper mug and Marciano cherries. Then he poured the Vodka with love and added the ginger beer, remembering the taste of it on her lips. Sweet and delicious. He wouldn’t mind sampling those lips again. That was if she decided to stay and he could get everyone else to leave.
“I really can’t have a drink,” she said when he turned around, mug in hand. Her eyes went to the little cocktail sword in her cup holding the cherries, and her expression grew curious.
“Sorry, it’s already made,” he announced, placing the glass on the bar. She had yet to take a seat, which meant he had to up his game. “I’ll be insulted if you don’t drink it.”
She was still staring at the sword in her drink. “Are those cherries?”
“They are.” He grinned, seeing the undeniable interest in her eyes.
She picked up the mug and took a dainty sip. Then her lips turned up with delight. “This is good.”
He placed an elbow on the bar and leaned close. “How good?”
Her gaze locked onto his, and for a moment, they just stood there, staring at one another. Her eyes were fascinating. They were a deep brown, with little specks of gold running throughout. He liked those little specks. They were mystifying, just like the woman herself.
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