The Sweet Spot (Boston Harbor Romances Book 1)

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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Ani was just pulling her long blond hair free from its bun when she heard the bell on her bakery door tinkle.

“Oh I’m sorry, we’re closed,” she called from behind the curtain that separated her tiny kitchen from the front counter. It wasn’t quite time for her daughter to arrive yet, so she figured it must be a last-minute customer. “I’m closed,” she apologized again, ducking her head out from behind the curtain as she pulled her apron off.

“Not even a lemon bar left?” a soft husky voice asked. Ani froze halfway out from behind the curtain, letting her apron fall to the floor unnoticed as she stood silently and stared at the tall emerald-eyed man standing before her.

He was the same and yet he was different. He was taller, his youthful teenage body replaced with the broad shoulders of a grown man, and his arms were hard with tightly defined ink-covered muscles. The mop of unruly blond curls that Ani used to love running her fingers through as a girl was gone, replaced with a buzz-cut that accentuated the angles of his face, the sharpness of his jaw and the brilliance of his startling emerald green eyes. Two teardrop tattoos rested under his right eye, and a single white rose climbed up his neck. But it was the tattoo on his throat that mesmerized Ani. She stared, transfixed by the sight of the Irish Claddagh symbol inked onto Sebastian’s throat in the tangle of rose thorns that climbed up his neck. The Irish version of her name, Áine, stared back at her from the center of the Claddagh heart where it was written in dark ink.

“The Sweet Spot huh?” He stepped closer until the space between them disappeared and suddenly Ani was sixteen again, lost in the memories of their bodies tangled together on his sweaty sheets.

“I think I’ve found the sweet spot baby…..” he used to tease as Ani writhed and moaned beneath his probing fingers. She was drunk on lust in those days, intoxicated by love. She was in heaven and thought it would last forever. She had no idea it would all be taken away.

“Oh Bast,” Ani stared back at him in shock. She reached out a hand hesitantly to touch his face, to see if he was really there.

“Easy,” Sebastian murmured back as Ani’s eyes filled with tears and she swayed unsteadily on her feet. “Easy there.” He reached for her hands and pulled her into his arms and against his chest.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” Ani whispered as she buried her face in Sebastian’s chest, inhaling deeply. “It’s been almost sixteen years since you’ve teased me about my sweet spot.”