Ani Winthrop has spent the last ten years trying to forget what it meant to be Ani Mackenzie, the girl who had to say good-bye to her childhood love Sebastian O’Reilly when she was just sixteen. She married a wonderful man, had a beautiful daughter with him, and opened up her own bakery, The Sweet Spot. But when Sebastian walks into her bakery after fifteen years apart, she cannot ignore that he is the only one who could ever truly find her sweet spot.
Sebastian has returned to Boston now, no longer a boy, a man with a feral intensity and a hard muscled body tattooed with the story of his years away from Ani. He has returned to claim the love of his life, only to find that Ani is a wife and mother to another man’s child.
Now Ani has to choose between the love that she has for her husband Jordan, a handsome and successful pediatric neurosurgeon, and the love for Sebastian that she has never been able to let go of.
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Sebastian’s eyes darkened with desire at Ani’s teasing words
and he pushed her plate away from her and leaned in to capture her
lips between his teeth.
“Hey, I’m hungry,” Ani protested against Sebastian’s mouth
with a laugh.
“I’ll feed you,” Sebastian whispered, picking up a piece of
dripping chicken with his fingers and sliding it into Ani’s mouth.
Ani sucked Sebastian’s finger into her mouth and licked the
dripping juices as he fed her.
“More,” Ani whispered, twisting around and lifting herself up
onto the table until she was sitting in front of Sebastian with her
legs in his lap.
Sebastian dipped his fingers into the dish of chicken and rubbed
the dripping sauce across Ani’s bottom lip as he slipped his thumb
under her teeth, rubbing the taste of curry on the roof of her mouth.
“I’ll never be able to taste curry again without thinking
about you in my mouth,” Ani moaned, throwing her head back as
Sebastian continued to drip sauce onto her lips.
“Still want to eat?” Sebastian breathed, pushing the bowl
aside and laying Ani down onto the table.
“Yes. You,” Ani moaned in reply, reaching for Sebastian and
pulling him toward her.
“You want to know what I dreamed of in prison when I had my hand
wrapped around my dick?” Sebastian whispered, unbuttoning his jeans
and pulling Ani up toward him.
“Yes,” Ani breathed, reaching forward and pulling Sebastian
out of his jeans.
“I closed my eyes and imagined your hands on me instead of my
own,” Sebastian whispered, wrapping his hands around Ani’s as she
stroked him. I imagined you tasting me.” Sebastian rubbed his
fingers across the tip of himself and wet them with the beads of
pre-come that oozed out. “I imagined this,” Sebastian murmured,
bringing his sticky fingers up to Ani’s mouth and rubbing them
against her lips.
“I missed the taste of you,” Ani moaned, licking the salty
residue on her lips and bringing her face down to run her tongue
across the tip of Sebastian’s leaking cock.
“But you know what I dreamed of the most?” Sebastian moaned as
Ani took him in her mouth.
“What?” Ani breathed, lifting her head up to stare into
Sebastian’s piercing eyes.
“Being inside you,” Sebastian confessed, pushing Ani back down
onto the table and spreading her legs open as he peeled off her
jeans. “I yearned to sink myself inside you.” He slid a finger
into Ani, stretching her open for him.
“Please,” Ani begged, pulling Sebastian down on top of her.
“I remember our first time like it was yesterday,” Sebastian
murmured, sliding his finger out of Ani and thrusting inside her with
a groan. “You were so tight and wet, so sweet.” He traced the
hickeys down Ani’s body with his tongue.
“You smelled like the sea,” Ani whispered back.
Everything around me inspires my work. Sometimes something simple will spark an idea, like the feel of a raindrop on my cheek, and sometimes my inspiration will come from something deeper, a feeling that a friend or loved one evokes in me.
What would you die without?:
My AMAZING support network of friends and family
What is your favorite guilty pleasure?:
Definitely reading romance books! And drinking my coffee with heavy cream ;).
Did any of your early ideas or characters make it into your current work?:
Yes and no. All of the characters in The Sweet Spot were original to the book, but the idea of Ani and Sebastian’s story came from a fictionalized memoir that I was working on before it. Everyone that read my memoir kept fixating on the story of my first love from my teenage years, and the unresolved way that we left each other. The interest that everyone showed in that aspect of my original story sparked the idea of Ani and Sebastian’s love story in The Sweet Spot.
Do any of your friends or family inspire the characters in the book?:
Yes! My relationship with my little sister definitely inspired the relationship between Ani and Sawyer in The Sweet Spot and the entire series. My sister and I cannot be around each other without doubling over in hysterics every five minutes. We laugh non -stop when we’re together, we both have foul mouths and a playful sense of humor, and we know each other inside and out. We mother each other to death, and we know that we can always count on each other no matter what. There is nothing like a sister to get you through all your good times and bad, and Ani and Sawyer’s relationship reflects that throughout the entire series.
Do you have any new projects in the work for another book?:
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I got my first taste of romance novels tucked away in the back of
Papyrus, a little bookstore near Columbia University in Manhattan,
when I was eleven years old. They had a children’s section,
but it was downstairs in the basement, accessed by a separate street
entrance, and they always closed it before we got there.
My father liked to take me and my brothers to bookstores late at
night, after spending at least an hour lingering over black coffee
and poppy seed cookies at The Hungarian Pastry Shop on Amsterdam
Avenue and we never made it over to Papyrus before ten p.m.
Out of boredom, trapped in the dusty aisles of Papyrus late at
night, I started browsing through all the old used books. I wasn’t
too interested in the textbook sections that catered to the Columbia
students, but I did fall in love with the paperback romance novels.
The first one that I read was an epic 500-page historical love story
set during the War of 1812. I was drawn in instantly, and I fell in
love with romance novels after that. My oldest and dearest
friend Barbara’s older sister, Audrey, lent me my second romance
novel, a tattered paperback that reminded me of a steamier version of
the movie Romancing the Stone with Michael Douglas and Kathleen
Turner. After that, I could always be found in the romance section of
B. Dalton Books, devouring steamy historical romance novels by
Catherine Coulter and Dorothy Garlock.
I then proceeded to write my own romance series, which I thought
was fabulous, but since I was only twelve and had an almost
non-existent love life to base it on, it probably wasn’t actually
that exciting.
Over the years, I detoured away from the standard romance novels
as I delved into classic literature as an English major in college at
Drew University, and I fell in love with the classics: Jane Austin,
George Elliot, The Bronte Sisters, Hardy, and Hawthorne. In my
personal reading, I delved into Gail Tsukiyama, Dorothy Allison,
Kathryn Harrison, Julia Alvarez, Anita Shreve and many others. I
devoured memoirs by Alexandra Fuller, Adeline Yen Mah and Helen
Fremont. I went through a Patricia Cornwell phase and even considered
becoming a mortician, earning the nickname Morticia from my husband’s
high school buddy Jeremy. But through it all, the constant theme that
attracted me to everything that I read was romance, and in the end, I
found myself circling back and falling in love with the good old
romance novel again.
Do you let your close friends and family read your work while you
are writing it?:
Upon my return to my old love, the romance novel, I fell in love
with Julie Garwood and read every historical romance that she wrote
at least five times. Then I discovered Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander
books and tore through them, sulking and grumbling as I waited for
each new book in the series to come out.
During this process of abandoning the romance novel and finally
returning to it, I graduated college, married a wonderful man and
spent the next twelve years having five children, which kept me a
little busy and distracted me from the one thing that I love more
than reading romance novels, writing them.
So armed with a little more history in the love department than I
had at twelve, I decided to dive back in and write The Sweet Spot. I
had no idea initially that it was going to be the first book in my
Boston Harbor Romance series, but as I was writing it, I realized
that I didn’t want the story to end, and that so many of the
characters in the book had stories that needed to be told.
Whenever I finish reading a great romance, it is always
bittersweet because I miss the characters that I have fallen in love
with. The wonderful thing about a series is that you never have to
say good-bye.
Initially I did, and The Sweet Spot went under the microscope with
my friends quite a bit through all of it’s stages, but as I’ve
progressed through the series, I’ve become a little more hesitant
about letting anyone read anything until the first draft is at least
complete. While I definitely think it’s valuable to get input from
“test” readers, I also think it can sometimes be distracting when
you’re still trying to figure out the exact direction that you are
heading with the story yourself.
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