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Listen Up Little Flowers...Title: The Attraction File
A Cake Love Series Novel
Author: Elizabeth Lynx
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: September 21, 2017
❀ღ✿•* ̈`☆🐝🐝SYNOPSIS🐝🐝☆ ̈`*•✿ღ❀
She's Cold. He's Hot. When they get together they burn.
Evaleen Bechmann is too busy running Human Resources for the billion-dollar company, Mimir, to even
consider dating. As for emotions, she refuses to discuss that too. It doesn't matter anyway. She's
invisible to men, especially one man in particular. Evaleen is fine with that. Not everyone gets their
happily ever after, that’s only for novels.
Edgar Mirmir is a Nordic god to some, a tech-savvy genius to others, and to women – he is everything
they desire. His life should be perfect, and everything he has ever dreamed of… only it’s not. One
woman haunts him. When he first saw her, her electric blue eyes shone with defiance, fear, and sorrow.
He wanted to reach out to her, but she disappeared. Until one day he turned around and there she was.
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❀ღ✿•* ̈`☆🐝🐝EXCERPT🐝🐝☆ ̈`*•✿ღ❀
I turned back to end this conversation. “Listen, Chewie—”
“Albert. My name is Albert.” He leaned closer and he wrinkled his forehead in such a way that made it
obvious he was fishing for my name. He can keep on fishing because that was on a need-to- know basis.
My mother always said, “Evaleen Bechmann, you are being paranoid,” but in the age of the Internet,
giving him my name could be as powerful as giving him a knife.
In a way, I felt bad for Chewie-Albert. The poor guy obviously never learned how to deal with a woman.
He believed groping me and refusing to take the hint that I didn’t want to go out with him was normal.
And that’s just sad he’s so oblivious.
“Okay, Albert. You seem like a nice, if not, handsy Star Wars . . . purist. You got a killer costume that any
other Star Wars purist of the female species would love—”
“I hear ya.” He winked, nodding as his eyes perused my form.
Sighing, I realized in that moment the Wookie wasn’t getting it. I shouldn’t be surprised, every man I had
met hadn’t gotten it. They touched and they took, but they didn’t understand. That’s why I avoided
them. Preferring to remain alone.
“I am not that female, Albert. I am the type of female who chooses to not dress in fur costumes, or
skimpy princess costumes, or costumes in general. This female just likes to stand in a line and be left
alone. So, good luck finding your princess, but I am as far from a princess as you will find around here.”
His shining brown eyes dimmed as my words began to sink in. Before he could get any more Wookie
courage, I turned back to find the blonde still at the counter.
Normally, I left people alone because, unlike Albert, I respected their space. But surviving on only three
hours of sleep before an interview for a job that I needed, action was necessary.
Taking a step forward, I tapped the blonde on her bulbous shoulder and took a breath. “Excuse me,
Miss, but I believe it has been ten minutes, which is plenty of time to order your drink. Some of us don’t
have the luxury of time, and were kept up by our roommate doing gymnastics in bed with her boyfriend
until four in the morning.” I gritted my teeth and shook my head trying to get back on point. “So, if you
wouldn’t mind placing your order and letting the rest of us have a turn . . .”
Just as I finished, the woman turned to face me.
She had a beard. Also, an Adam’s apple.
The woman wasn’t a she but a he. He had a beard, lush and blond like his long hair, not fake and matted
like Albert’s costume. His eyes were the most beautiful gray, like smoke rising from a smoldering fire.
They slid over my face.
I shivered.
“Miss?” His deep, velvety tone came out thick as butter and rendered me utterly catatonic. The timbre
of his voice like a sonic boom under my skin. His skin, on the other hand, remained still, smooth, and my
fingers, for reasons I am attributing to lack of sleep, twitched to touch any part of him.
His eyes widened at what I could only assume was disbelief. Disbelief that a woman of twenty-six years
would be referring to a fine specimen of a man, a manly man if you will, as a woman. Despite his thick
blond mane and skirted attire, he was all muscle.
I realized this man was in costume too, like Chewie. Only this man was dressed like the Scottish hero
William Wallace and not a sweaty sci-fi version of Sasquatch. He even painted his face blue and white.
One would think that a tall man with thick muscles and a wild painted face would instill fear in me, but
no. Instead of running in terror, I did the opposite. I laid my hands on him. My fingers caressed his chestworking their way down. Doing the exact thing I just lectured Albert not to do. I should have probably
stopped.
But I didn’t.
Never in my life had I taken advantage of anyone in this manner but he gave off some pheromone that
screamed sex me with your hands. Sensing quickly how firm his chest was it propelled me farther down,
down to his abs. The man had a six-pack or maybe even an eight-pack; whatever pack was hiding under
that brown threadbare piece of cashmere was making my heart race and lady parts start to turn savage
themselves.
“What are you doing?”
He was still there and I was still in the coffee shop. This wasn’t a dream. The kilted blond’s voice broke
me out of my self-gratifying pawing and I realized I was feeling him up, or down as the case may be.
What are you doing, Evaleen?
I froze before snapping my hands away. I began to smooth out my unwrinkled brown blazer as if I wasn’t
a chest molester and nothing out of the ordinary just happened. Clearing my throat, I tried to salvage
what little dignity I had left.
“I . . . I . . .” Was all I could get out before I turned to look at the raven-haired barista who either had a
rare eye condition that caused her to shoot fire at anyone she laid eyes upon, or she hated me right
now. I was going with the latter, so I turned my gaze to the line of customers who had their phones
turned up to face me as they filmed what had been occurring. Including Albert.
Great, not only am I mortified, but I will now be some viral Internet sensation known only as, The
Woman Chest Molester.
Now it was the kilter’s turn to tap his foot as he folded his thick, strong arms in front of himself in
protection from the mad chest molester. He’ll probably tell tales to his future kids and grandkids of the
crazy chest molester. “Be wary of her,” he’d say in a low warning with his dialect suddenly turning from
American to Scottish. After all, he was dressed as William Wallace.
As he crept down to their eye level, and as the window panes would rattle from the storm that swirled
outside his Scottish castle, he would whisper, “For if wee girls and boys don’t do as they’re told, the wiry
fingers of the deranged chest molester will grab hold!” The kids would cower, holding their blankets to
their little faces; one girl would begin to cry as he wrapped his powerful arms gently around her tiny
frame in comfort. He’d calm her as he broke out into an old Gaelic tune.
I start humming out loud the only Gaelic tune I know, which wasn’t really a Gaelic tune but it’s Scottish,
so close enough.
The barista interrupted my musical display, “Is that ‘I Would Walk 500 Miles’?”
I frowned in shame at what I had become in these past few minutes.
“Blue eyes,” the kilted blond mumbled as he stared at me.
❀ღ✿•* ̈`☆🐝🐝OUR REVIEW🐝🐝☆ ̈`*•✿ღ❀
Star Rating - 🌟🌟🌟
When I read the blurb for Rules of Payne I had to have it convinced that it would be the perfect book to read on my summer hols. A hero that likes control over both his personal and business life without the BDSM twist that seems de rigour following the success of 50 shades. With a sassy and flirty young heroine that won't bow down to his controlling ways, and what's more she loved cake. I don't know if there was anything more that I as a reader could ask for? So the blurb ticked all my boxes and I was looking forward to a treat to read.
There was so much about this book that I should have loved but unfortunately I just couldn't make the connection to take me into the authors world. There was sass in the form of Morgana's spunky attitude meeting the stern and controlling nature of Henric. It was chocked full of catch you breath hot moments between the two leads. However it didn't work for me it felt like a culmination of several plots rolled into one and a little disjointed. I wondered whether I had skipped pages as the plot seemed to skip around randomly. The characters hating each other one minute the next all is forgiven. Overall the book was light hearted and hinted at the plot that I expected from the blurb however it was not for me 3 stars.
Hattie 🐝
Star Rating - 🌟🌟🌟🌟
The second book in the Cake Love series The Attraction Files I was yet again drawn in by the blurb. A secret crush on the sexy guy that doesn't even know you exist is enough to have every girl picking up the book in commiseration, only to find out that he likes you to when things get a little more steamy at your next encounter.
This author writes a hot story it's a little disjointed in places but I think that's with the authors need to cram as much plot in there as she can wanting to give the reader a book that just keeps on giving, and whilst this can be a little Huh? when did that happen? how did I end up here? It didn't spoil the book. Overall the book was enjoyable it showcased 2 of my favourite characters from Rules of Payne I liked the shy yet strong character of Evaline with her secret writing career and Edgar the man whore who puts it out there because he doesn't feel he could win the heart of who he really desires.
Having read the previous book in the series and been left a little disappointed with my failure to connect with the authors writing I wondered how I would get on with the second book in the series. I needn't have worried I think the reason for the disconnect was just the lead characters in the previous book I just didn't feel the same connection with Henrik and Morgan's as I did with Eveline and Edgar. I couldn't put The attraction Files down once I started I needed to read more. 4 stars
Hattie 🐝
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Elizabeth Lynx writes romantic comedy with steam. She's a recovering comedian. Wife and mother of
the male species. Believer in love & laughter. Her life consists of preventing small catastrophes and
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