He reached over to a bowl that was on the floor next to the couch and he offered it
to her. “Chocolate?”

Kat looked at the chocolates and picked one out, smiling to herself. “I have very
good memories of these,” she murmured.

She frowned. “My chocolate?”

He grinned. “No. Your memory.”

She looked away sadly and the deepest kind of sorrow welled up inside of her.
She felt tears sting her eyes and she swallowed. “It was a long time ago,” she

He gave her a look of concern, as if wondering why the memory should cause her
such sadness. “Are you all right?”

She tried to mask her grief with a fake smile and nodded. “There’s nothing better
than chocolate,” she said, trying to change the subject.

He regarded her with an expression that was solemn, but exuded warmth. It was
one of those unnerving looks that made it seem like he was looking straight into
her soul. It made her squirm and her pulse accelerate in a way that was extremely
abnormal for her.

“Some things are,” he said, his eyes holding hers.

Kat’s heart lurched and she felt sick to her stomach. She looked away and
pretended to be interested in a thread on the couch.

“Van!” Lance cried. “Dude! This girl’s whipping us all! I’m gonna be naked soon!”

Kat and Van both looked over to see Lance sitting only in his boxers and one
sock. Van laughed and Kat took the opportunity. She snapped her book open
again and pretended to read, sticking her nose further into it than she needed to,
trying to escape. She glanced at Van out of the corner of her eye. He looked at
her and smiled knowingly, then stood and went over to Lance. She let out a
relieved sigh and didn’t move for the rest of the trip. She had never been so happy
to see a hotel in all her life.

Hank helped Rochelle and Kat with their luggage and got them checked in. Kat
listened to Rochelle go on and on and on about Lance’s chest, Lance’s torso,
Lance’s tattooed arms and rippling biceps, etc., etc., etc. as she put her pajamas
on, glad to be in her own room and away from Van. Though she had refused to
show any sign of life for the last leg of the journey, she noticed his continued quiet
watching of her. He kept to himself, but she could feel his eyes burning into her. It
had been the longest ride of her life.

“So I saw you talking to Van,” Rochelle said.

Kat sighed as she set her suitcase inside the closet. “Yeah.”

“What did you talk about? Did he hit on you?”

Kat rolled her eyes. “No, we talked about work and he gave me a chocolate. Big
whoop. I’m gonna go find the ice machine.” She left the room and wandered
through the halls for awhile, trying to regain her usual composure. Van had rattled
her much more than she would have liked. She was always in control, always cool
and collected and reserved, but he had made her feel completely neurotic. The
things he had said…. The way he had looked at her…. It was freaky. He made her
remember things she had tried to forget a long time ago. Things that still hurt like
they had happened yesterday.

She paced restlessly for a while longer, until she felt like she had control over
herself again, then meandered back to the room, never actually having located the
ice machine. She stopped in the doorway and frowned when she saw a folded
piece of paper on the floor. She picked it up and stared at it for a moment. Her
name was written on the outside of it. She felt instant dread. This was something
else that was going to freak her out. She could feel it. She opened it reluctantly.
"I loved this book. Van and Kat are rich
characters with real world flaws. I feel like I
know them (and am cheering for them) and
that is a huge accomplishment for any writer.
-Night Owl Romance Book Reviews
Reviewer Top Pick at Night Owl Romance

"Ms. Robertson’s voice is fresh, and her talent
for striking the right emotional tone is excellent."
-Julia C., Manic Readers Reviewer

"I recommend it to anyone that wants a sweet
romance, that remembers those shy, gawky,
awkward high school years, and the spark in
your gut the first time you knew you were in
love."-Traci Markou, Forbidden Publications
Years ago, Van Marshall, lead singer and guitarist of the metal
band Bleeding Passion, let the love of his life get away because he
lacked the courage to tell her how he felt about her. He has been
plagued by the memory of her ever since then, unable to fully
commit to another because of the love he still held for her in his
heart. Now, she is thrown unexpectedly back into his life, bringing
with her all of the feelings he has hidden inside for so long.

Because of a brutal assault, Kat Vauss hates men and trusts no
one. She is a martial arts expert and devotes all of her time to her
work and her training. The only person to ever come close to her
heart was a shy, awkward boy she knew in high school who she
thinks is gone forever.

When Kat is given an assignment to shoot a DVD for Bleeding
Passion, she is not prepared for the way her body and heart react
to the sensual singer, who coincidentally helped her out of a sticky
situation some years before. His presence stirs to life dormant
feelings inside of her, but will he be the one to show her that not all
men are evil and life can still be beautiful and worth living?
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Better Than Chocolate
Brieanna Robertson