The Seamstress

“You think you know yourself, until someone comes along and makes you question * **everything."** *

Ever since taking over her mother's business, *Thimble & Cloth,* Alicia Benton's love life had become the dictionary definition of "nonexistent." It was sinking, sunk...*drowned.* After three years of keeping T&C afloat, there hadn't been a single prospective man in her life, and at that rate, there never would be. But unbeknownst to her, everything was about to change the moment that charcoal colored luxury sedan swung into the parking lot.

*He* stepped out. Andre: self-made man, Princeton graduate, owner of his own thriving investment company. The moment he swaggered through the door with his vicarious confidence, it was as though all of Alicia's desires had materialized before her. That lustful flame that had been smothered out so long ago re-ignited the moment his charming voice met her ears. *This was it. He was the one.*

She may have scored a date with this total heart-throb from the big city, but seamstress Alicia would soon find out that there was much more to Andre than she initially thought.

Much more...*indeed.** *