Mr Garcia

About the book

He was stunning, older and reserved. I could tell he was trouble the moment our eyes met.

We crossed paths at work, on my first day as a barista. He smiled, I felt weak … then he tasted my coffee and threw it away.

And again, the following day, and the day after that. He despised the coffee, yet continued to return. I understood his game.

He referred to my coffee as death in a cup. I called him a blessing from above for women. I wasn’t exaggerating.

Then we bumped into each other outside of the coffee shop, and that’s when things became intriguing.

No longer smooth and kind with impeccable manners. Mr Garcia had a hidden side, his desire, intense and profound. He ignited a spark in me.

Unable to resist, we fell head over heels in love. Experiencing the highest of highs.

But his demons are dark, as are mine.

I'm uncertain if we can survive and I realize that I have two options. Walk away now to protect myself. Or attempt to hold on and allow love to guide the way.

I choose the second option.