Title: The Coffee Girl
Author: Shanna Hatfield
Genre: Sweet Romance
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
Caffeine wasn't the only thing that drew him to the coffee shop,
USA Today Bestselling Author Shanna Hatfield writes character-driven romances with relatable heroes and heroines. Her historical westerns have been described as “reminiscent of the era captured by Bonanza and The Virginian” while her contemporary works have been called “laugh-out-loud funny, and a little heart-pumping sexy without being explicit in any way.”
Convinced everyone deserves a happy ending, this hopeless romantic is out to make it happen one story at a time. When she isn’t writing or indulging in chocolate (dark and decadent, please), Shanna hangs out with her husband, lovingly known as Captain Cavedweller.
Shanna is a member of Western Writers of America, Women Writing the West, Romance Writers of America, Sweet Romance Reads, Cowboy Kisses, and Pioneer Hearts.
“I met a guy,” Brenna blurted out before she could reel the words back in. It would be less damaging to both her psyche and her ears to tell Kathleen about the bistro rather than the fact she had met a man. As Kathleen’s scream of excitement ripped through the office, Brenna ran to the door and yelled into the hall, “Spider!” She stomped her feet a few times. “We got it!”
Swiftly shutting her door, she shook her head at her friend as she sat back down at her desk.
“Control yourself or you’ll have half the office in here,” Brenna cautioned, leaning back in her desk chair, rocking it back and forth.
“Details, details!” Kathleen waved a frantic hand at Brenna.
“He gets coffee at the same shop I do off the freeway. A couple of weeks ago, he bought me a Chai latte and handed it to me with a smile. That very night, I got a flat tire on the way home and he stopped and fixed it for me. I offered to buy him a cup of coffee and we ended up at a little diner and had dinner together.”
“That is so cool.” Excitement filled Kathleen’s voice and face as she looked at Brenna. “So what’s his name? Where does he work?”
“I don’t know.” Brenna nervously shuffled papers on her desk.
“What do you mean you don’t know? You had dinner together for goodness sake,” Kathleen’s voice climbed in pitch. Brenna shushed her.
“He said it removed all the mystery if you learned everything about a person all at once. He told me that the next time we met, he’d ask my name then.”
“That is incredibly romantic.” Kathleen’s eyes held a dreamy look. The woman could find romance in a brown paper bag given enough time and encouragement.
“It was,” Brenna agreed, her face softening as she thought of the mysterious construction guy. “He walked me to my car and right before he left, he kissed me.”
“What!” Kathleen screeched.