Penny's being punished for doing something stupid. But will her punishment turn out to be the best-ever reward?
Penny was caught out in the wrong place, at the wrong time. As a recently graduated law student, the brush with the law could put an end to her career before it's even begun. But thanks to her lawyer daddy's contacts, she's been given a second chance. A chance to redeem herself and make her stupid behavior go away.
Which is how she ends up working in a soup kitchen, preparing and serving meals to those who are having a rough time of it. She's not keen on the idea, and when she meets Maddox, the guy in charge, she's even less keen. A tall, skinny, mad-haired, tattooed guy, Maddox is the sort of person Penny would normally cross the road to avoid. But once she gets to know him, she starts to see things differently. He's had a checkered past himself, and has now put it behind him and enjoys a glittering, prosperous career as a top chef.
Maddox may have unconventional looks, but Penny quickly grows to like him, and, much to her surprise, finds herself attracted to him. He's a lot older than her, and their lives are at completely different stages, but in spite of this, there's an undeniable connection between them.
When Maddox makes Penny an unconventional offer, will she have the courage to take him up on it? And if she does, where will it lead?
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About the Author
Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novel Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller). Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 140 publications to her name.
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Copyright © Lucy Felthouse 2017. All Rights Reserved, Totally Entwined Group Limited, T/A Totally Bound Publishing.
From the very second I laid eyes on him, it was clear he was unconventional. If I’m being truthful, I thought he looked like a complete nutter—someone I’d probably cross the road to avoid. Even in the daytime. He was tall and skinny, with a shock of black hair—still apparent under his hairnet—and pale skin. Kind of like Edward Scissorhands. Only—mercifully—without the scissors for hands part. A vine-looking tattoo began at his left wrist, worked its way up his arm, then snaked beneath the sleeve of his T-shirt…to who knew where?
Oddly, even though I mentally kicked myself for thinking it, I found myself wanting to find out. Did it stop at his upper arm, his shoulder? Did it continue over his back, his chest, twine its way around a pectoral, sneaking in toward the nipple? Or even farther south, perhaps?
Even if you took Mr. Unusual out of the equation, there was nothing normal about the situation I found myself in. After all, what recent graduate of law school finds themselves volunteering in a soup kitchen? A recent graduate who lost her head—and heart—over a bad boy, that’s who.
Most people seem to think that those who study law are smart. Super smart, actually. There’s a reason for that—folks who study law are smart. If they pass all the exams, that is. And I did—with distinction. Which makes me clever on paper, I suppose, but apparently lacking in common sense, or perhaps I just have severely poor judgment. Or both.
However you want to look at it, I fucked up. Big time. I fell for the wrong guy, trusted him, and ended up caught up in something that got me arrested.
It could have been the end of my law career. Before it had even started, and after all those years of education—not to mention a rather large chunk of my parents’ cash. Fortunately, they’ve got plenty of it, due to my daddy’s successful career. He works in law, too, which, luckily for me, means he’s got friends in high places.
So it was less voluntary work, more community service. Otherwise known as do-this-or-you’ll-get-a-criminal-record-and-kiss-your-career-goodbye.
Fixing my potential glittering career in my mind, I took a deep breath and crossed the industrial-looking kitchen, heading toward him. He looked utterly at home chopping carrots—he was like one of those chefs you see on the telly, his hand and the knife he gripped moving so fast they were almost a blur. I cringed at the thought of trying such a thing. Never mind the end of my career, it’d be the end of my fingers.
Approaching cautiously—I didn’t want to startle him and cause a horrific accident—I waited until he’d finished his carrot before speaking. “Um, hi.”
Turning quickly, still with his knife in his hand, he smiled. “Ah, hello. You must be Penny.”
For a moment, I was so caught up in his eyes that I couldn’t reply. Fortunately, I managed to get a grip before I was the one who was a nutter. “Um, yes, that’s right. I’m here to help out.”
As though suddenly realizing he still held the knife, he glanced at it in his hand, then quickly put it down on the counter. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to greet you with a blade! I’m so used to using the things that it’s like they’re an extension of my arm.”
Hmm, so maybe he’s Edward Knifehands. I suppressed a shudder.
Those stunning eyes—such an unnatural yet beautiful blue—twinkling, he held out his now empty hand. “I’m Maddox Black. Pleased to meet you. And very pleased to have you here.”
We shook. As we did so, the heat that had sparked inside me when we’d made eye contact began to intensify.
Christ, no, Penny. You just ditched one bad boy. The last thing you need to do is swap him for another one.
But then, how bad could he be if he was giving up his own time to work in a soup kitchen? Unless, of course, he was there for a similar reason as I was. “Penny Anderson. Pleased to meet you, too, Maddox. Unusual name, that,” I couldn’t help adding.
He shrugged, but he was still smiling. “I’m an unusual guy. Are you ready to work? We’ll be opening in an hour, and there’s still lots to do.”
I looked around incredulously. “It’s just the two of us?”
“‘Fraid so, today.” He turned back to the worktop and resumed his speedy chopping. “It’s not easy getting people to help out. Folk are happy to just throw a bit of money our way to appease their consciences, but not actually get their hands dirty. One of my regular helpers is down with the flu, so the timing of your arrival couldn’t be better. I know you’re here under duress, but still, I’m grateful.”
I frowned, but decided not to take him to task about the comment. He was only telling the truth, after all. There were a million other places I’d rather have been. “So,” I said, too brightly, “what do you want me to do?”
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Unconventional by Lucy Felthouse Lucy is such an amazing writer. She always draws me in no matter what genre she writes about. In this story, we learn not to judge others by their appearances (among other things). Maddox is not all he seems to appear. The skinny man with all the tattoos has secrets and if Penny is brave enough she will find out what those secrets are. You see Penny ran into some trouble and now she has to suffer the consequences. Little does she know this could forever change her life. All I know is that is if I ever have to do community service, I hope it’s with someone like Maddox. I wouldn’t mind being a part of his world one bit. If you like a short naughty read, then you definitely need this or actually any of Lucy’s books. They are all worth your time and money. I received this book as a gift from the author for an honest review.
Unconventional is a novella that originally appeared in the Totally Bound Anthology, His Domain. (Which was a GREAT book by the way!) The title has a few meanings in this story from the couple itself, to the relationship, and some other tidbits. Penny Anderson finds herself doing community service, and she does it at a soup kitchen. Once there, she meets chef Maddox Black. He’s tall, skinny, tatted up and has wild black hair, and not Penny’s usual sort. The two of them end up chatting over tea and find out that though they are very different from each other, they have something very much in common. I positively loved this story and thought Maddox was great! He certainly knew his way around kitchen utensils. My only complaint is that I wish it was longer.
A short from Lucy. Being in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong BF is not what Penny would have wished for. With her promising Law career nearly over before it began - it takes her fathers connections to help her out of a bad situation. But helping in a Soup kitchen isn't what she was expecting either and neither was the guy in charge, Maddox. A rather revealing chat over a cuppa after their work was done takes Penny off to Maddox's house and she discovers a side of her that she rather likes. Copy received in exchange for an honest review.