Review: Sweet Tea at Sunrise by Sherryl Woods
First line: For a few days now the same man, clad in snug denim and a T-shirt that caressed impressive biceps, had spent precisely thirty minutes in the back booth at Wharton’s, lounging against the red vinyl as if he owned the place, and studying Sarah as if he found her to be the most fascinating creature on the planet. From the back cover: Emotionally wounded single mom, Sarah Price…
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