The Way To A Man's Heart - Frankie Love

The Way To A Man’s Heart

Books 1-10

Pizza My Heart

Way to A Man’s Heart Book 1

When I walk into Sugar and Slice Pizzeria, I don’t expect to leave so damn hungry.

But the moment I lock eyes with Mirabella, I’m craving so much more.

Her curves, her cute-ass smile, and the dark curls in her hair… she’s everything.

She may be taking my order but I’m ready to tell her exactly what to do.

I don’t want her behind that counter — I want her in my bed.

Now and forever.

Dear Reader,

This is a one-slice situation.

Short and filthy-sweet, it’s the perfect 1-hour lunch break read!

Matt and Mirabella want this HEA as badly as you do.

It’s got extra cheese and it’s hot from the oven!

Can ya handle the heat?

xo, frankie

Chapter One

Matt

After the long workout this morning, my stomach is growling. But first I gotta cleanup. I’m dripping with sweat.

“You killed it today,” my buddy Josh says. “But next week I’m coming for you.”

There’s a group of us, ten of us guys, that all work out together a few times a week. This week I’m on the top of the leaderboard for my time. I finished a few minutes ahead of Josh and I know how much he hates to lose.

“We’ll see about that,” I say with a grin as I grab a towel to head to the locker room. “A lot can happen in a week.”

Josh shrugs. “True. I have a date this weekend with a girl who works at that new bakery on 4th Ave. You never know. She may be the one.”

I chuckle. “Since when are you looking for the one?” All of us guys are single — living the bachelor life. It surprises me to hear Josh say he might be ready for something more because the truth is, I’ve been feeling the same way. I’m ready to put down roots, make a life with someone… but like Josh says, it would have to be the one. No pressure.

“You’d have to see her to understand. She’s like nothing else.” Josh’s eyes practically glaze over and I laugh, shaking my head.

“Make sure you invite me to the wedding,” I say with a chuckle.

After my shower at the CrossFit gym I decide to walk the long way home. With my Air Pods in, I pull up some feel-good, old-school music, getting nostalgic as I breathe in the fresh air. KC and JoJo belt out All My Life and I laugh to myself, thinking maybe I’m a lot more ready than I thought. I suppose love must be in the air.

While I want to get home and relax for a few hours before I head to work, my stomach is begging for attention. So, when I turn the corner and see a pizza shop, I slow my pace. Sugar and Slice Pizzeria has a sandwich board outside advertising a mid-day special and I can’t resist the pull of melting cheese. I head inside this unfamiliar establishment ready to order a whole damn pie — but the woman behind the counter has me wanting to order something else.

Something to go.

Her. In my arms.

I step closer, glad I showered, and I want to know everything about her. Because what I see… it seems too good to be true. She’s behind the counter on a step stool, stacking cardboard pizza boxes on a shelf. Wearing a red apron, accentuating her tiny waist and lush hips. In a pair of tight blue jeans, she’s got an ass that makes my cock twitch. Full and round and pretty perfect. Squeezable.

Her curly black hair hangs down her back, and when she turns, flashing me a smile, I see dimples in each cheek, deep brown eyes, and a nose that is utterly kissable.

Damn. I’ve never once in my life looked at a nose and thought that.

Then again, I’ve never once in my life seen her.

Mirabella

This guy isn’t just checking me out… he’s full-on staring. Heat rises through my body at the attention, and I bite back a laugh. Obvious much, mister?

But then, as I step down the ladder to help him, I realize I’m being pretty obvious too. He’s gorgeous. And the closer he comes to the counter, the more I see that. He is tall, hot and more than handsome… and he’s got muscles covering him. My belly flip-flops. Whoever he is… he knows exactly who he is. He’s got confidence. Swagger. And he’s not cocky… just powerful. He gives me a smile that sends a prickle of excitement over my skin, making me