Addicted to Love by: Jennifer Wilck


Addicted to Love 
by Jennifer Wilck 
(Serendipity, #1) 
Publication date: July 21st 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance


Synopsis:
Dan Rothberg struggled after an accident killed his wife and he nearly lost custody of his daughter. He can no longer allow himself to get attached to anything or anyone. Until he meets Hannah.

Hannah Cohen is a young executive with a meddlesome grandmother and a troubled brother. She’d like nothing better than to find her own Mr. Right, after too many Mr. Wrongs. A sexy older man with a teenage daughter was never in her plans.

As they navigate their relationship through adolescent attitudes and grandmotherly interference, they realize age is just a number and love can be right in front of them. But when the terrible truth of Dan’s former struggles is exposed, Hannah must decide if she can get past his deception and allow love to conquer all.



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Excerpt #3:
Hannah nodded. “How long were you married?” 

The meat formed rocks in his stomach. He didn’t want to have this conversation. “Ten years.” 

“Tess said you hurt your leg in the car accident when you lost your wife.” 

His fork clattered to the table. “You talked to Tess about this?” 

“It came up in conversation.”

He slammed his chair back and ignored the shooting pain running up and down his leg from the sudden movement. “So you pumped my daughter for information?” 

Hannah’s eyes widened. Her hands clamped her silverware hard enough for Dan to see her knuckles whiten. “Whoa, wait a second. I didn’t pump her for information.” 

He rose, nostrils flared. His heart beat hard, and spots formed behind his eyes. “What, she told you the information out of the blue?” 

Hannah stood and leaned toward him, but he backed away. He didn’t want to be near her right now. Why the hell did she talk to his daughter about him? What else did she know? 

“It wasn’t out of the blue. Tess asked me about my family. I told her my parents divorced, and my mom died a few years ago. Tess said hers did too, which I knew. She mentioned, on her own, you hurt your leg in the accident. There was no pumping for information.” 

Her air quotes would have been cute if he weren’t angry, and he paced from the dining table to the sofa and back again, trying to fill his lungs with air, while ignoring the pain in his leg. He didn’t know how to get out of this argument without talking about things he didn’t want to discuss with her. Things he couldn’t discuss with her, given what he knew about her brother. 

He stopped next to his seat. Her cheeks were red, her neck splotchy. She was angry too. Somehow, knowing her emotions helped cool his anger and allowed rational thought in. Analyzing what she’d said, he realized maybe it wasn’t as much of a problem as he thought. She knew when it happened. Big deal. He rubbed the back of his head. “Yeah, I may have overreacted just now.” 

As the words exited his mouth, it was apparent that was the wrong thing to say. If her eyes could shoot lasers, he would duck. 

“You think? Don’t get me started on the Fort Knox storing your personal information.” She pushed past him into the living room. “We’ve dated for almost three weeks, and I know next to nothing about you. You clam up every time I start to get close. You freak out at the thought of Tess telling me anything.” She stood in his personal space and dared him to avoid her gaze. “You’re my boyfriend. What is the point of my getting to know your daughter if you won’t let me know you?” 

She was furious, and she was beautiful. Her chest heaved, drawing attention to her cleavage, framed by the dark blue V-neck sweater that hugged her curves. Her creamy skin—other than her neck, which was mottled from emotion—glowed. Not that he wanted to make her angry, but man, she was amazing when she was. She was also right.


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AUTHOR BIO:
When I was a little girl and couldn’t fall asleep, my mother would tell me to make up a story. Pretty soon, my head was filled with these stories and the characters that populated them. Each character had a specific personality, a list of likes and dislikes, and sometimes, even a specific accent or dialect. Even as an adult, I think about the characters and stories at night before I fall asleep, or in the car on my way to or from one of my daughters’ numerous activities (hey, anything that will drown out their music is a good thing). 

One day, I started writing them down (it was either that or checking into the local mental hospital—the computer was way less scary) and now I'm a published author. My first book, A Heart of Little Faith, was just declared a Finalist in the Fiction: Romance category of the 2016 Best Book Awards.

In the real world, I’m the mother of two amazing daughters and wife of one of the smartest men I know. I enjoy spending time with my family and friends, reading, traveling and watching TV. In between chauffeuring my daughters to after-school activities that require an Excel spreadsheet to be kept straight, I run youth group activities, train the dog we recently adopted from a local shelter, and cook dinners that fit the needs of four very different appetites. I also write freelance articles for magazines, newspapers, and edit newsletters. 

When all of that gets overwhelming, I retreat to my computer, where I write stories that let me escape from reality. In my made-up world, the heroines are always smart, sassy and independent. The heroes are handsome and strong with just a touch of vulnerability. If I don’t like a character, I can delete him or her; if something doesn’t work, I can rewrite it. It’s very satisfying to be in control of at least one part of my life. My inspiration comes from watching the people around me and fantasizing about how I’d do things differently.

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