Tori has come to the realization that her marriage lacks the spark it had in the beginning. She and her husband argue more than anything else and she foresees a nasty break-up on the horizon if something doesn’t change. When he asks her what she wants for Valentine’s Day, her answer is scandalous and straightforward—a boyfriend.
Rather than be upset, her husband is intrigued by the idea and sets out to make it happen. Tori has set herself—and him—an impossible goal and her prospects aren’t that promising. But she’s determined to have a boyfriend in time for the most romantic holiday of the year.
5 Cherries! Recommended Read!
“Do not hesitate to read this yourself, because as far as I am concerned it was so good, it ended up being a fast read… Not only did I absolutely love it, I was really disappointed to see it end.”
~ Sunflower, Whipped Cream Reviews
“This is a book that is worth reading… It is the type of book that once you start you don’t stop reading until the very end.”
~ Red Roses for Authors
“This is a good book! … I enjoyed reading about her “hunt” for her new boyfriend and laughed out loud at parts… This was a fascinating idea turned into a great book by Zenobia Renquist. A Valentine’s Gift for Tori is definitely a book to check out!”
~ Laura, Two Lips Reviews
“A Valentine’s Gift for Tori was actually better then I thought it would be. The story line caught my eye and I liked how it was all threaded together… Overall it was a good story, I liked it.”
~ Tori, Joyfully Reviewed
Brent flashed a winning smile. Not a perfect smile but the wattage more than made up for it. She always told Brent to smile or else he’d scare people. The man was a six-foot wall of solid muscle. If he stood with his arms at his sides, his body formed a perfect rectangle…almost.
She’d seen him without his shirt. He had the six-pack abs and the muscled forearms most women went for—including her. But with clothes on, he didn’t have that much of a manly figure. He was a box with a shaved head, brown eyes and a farmer’s tan that was darker on his left side than his right because of his profession.
“It’s a living and a learning experience. My dispatcher made damn sure I was on my way home when my down time rolled around this month. But enough about me. How’s your hunt for a new man going?”
Tori’s purse slipped from her fingers a few seconds after her jaw dropped. Fifty or so plausible reactions came to mind but embarrassment overruled them all.
“You told Brent,” she screeched. She sent a scathing look Christian’s way before leaving the room.
In her hast to get up the stairs, she nearly fell back down them. The railing helped her along her way and she made her escape. She swung the bedroom door as hard as she could but it didn’t slam. Christian had caught it.
“Get out,” she yelled.
“I didn’t think you would mind.”
“Yeah sure. I don’t care if all your friends know that I’m completely undesirable, even to my own husband. Yes, thank you for sharing that.”
“That’s not what I—”
“Can I interrupt before things get out of hand?” Brent asked. He entered the bedroom but stayed near the door. “Tori, Chris and me—”
“I don’t want to hear it!” She wouldn’t mind the floor opening up beneath her right then. She faced the bed, wishing Christian wasn’t blocking the path to the bathroom. “I hope you both had a good laugh at my expense.” That had to be what they were laughing about when she got home. Once Brent left, she would seriously consider taking Cory’s suggestion and divorcing Christian.
This had to be the worst February ever. At the rate she was going, Valentine’s Day was going to be horribly depressing, not that she was ever very fond of the holiday to begin with.
Brent said, “We weren’t laughing at you.”
“I’m not laughing, so it couldn’t have been with me.”
“We weren’t laughing about that at all. Christian told me the situation and we were laughing at how the kids reacted. I’m glad he told me about it, though.” Brent put a hand on her shoulder and turned her so she faced him.
She resisted at first then allowed him to move her with an exasperated sigh. “What—”
Her question was cut off when Brent kissed her. Shock kept her from responding. He rubbed his thumb back and forth over her cheek then pulled back, ending the kiss.