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WHAT THE REVIEWERS ARE SAYING

FIVE RIBBONS! Caitlyn Willows has written a fabulous read. She will leave you wanting some of Madame Rue’s D.A.B. for yourself. I was enchanted with the way that the couple was brought together. The way that Wil handled Mattie and Mattie wanted Wil was very enchanting and beautiful. Each were willing to try the colored liquid just to see if it was magic or if what they felt for each other was real. JUST A LITTLE D.A.B. is a keeper and you will enjoy it all the way to the end. Ms. Willows, thank you for a great book and I will be looking for more of your books to read. ~Moon Tee, Romance Junkies

4.5 LIPS! Caitlyn Willows is on my must-read list so when A Little D.A.B. was released, I knew that I was going to be in for a treat. This sequel to Love Potion #9 is absolutely delightful. The love scenes are hot, the depth of the relationship between Mattie and Wil, heart-warming, and their lack of premise, refreshing. I thoroughly enjoyed A Little D.A.B. and believe you will too. ~Kerin, Two Lips Reviews

4 STARS! A Little D.A.B. brings together two old friends who have a chance to make things right. Wil is an honest and humble guy whose guilt over prom night is eating him alive. He never forgot Mattie and doesn’t really care that she’s a movie star. All he wants is the girl who went away. When he sees her again, his libido goes into overdrive but his heart is still fragile. One wrong move could break it forever. Mattie is now a much stronger person who has tried to conquer her demons. Yet the reunion brings back a flood of memories. I liked that she pursues the issues with Wil rather than let misunderstandings ruin their second chance. The sex between them was pretty hot. It might have been from the D.A.B. or from their emotions exploding to the surface. However, I think A Little D.A.B. certainly packs an emotional punch that will keep you reading until the very last word! ~Ann Lee, Just Erotic Romance Reviews

FOUR ANGELS! Who hasn’t dreaded a high school reunion? Ms. Willows portrays believable individuals who have more than enough reason to avoid going back to school, regardless of how well intentioned their friends may be. Yet, the author also presents a compelling friendship that, although ravaged by time and misconceptions, is still there for Wil and Mattie. I enjoyed witnessing the forgiveness and caring they greeted each other with. The author takes this foundation and easily segues into the emergent passion they didn’t know how to acknowledge before. The subsequent scenes are blazing and well told. It is very easy to see Wil and Mattie moving into the physical aspects of their friendship with the zeal and intensity Ms. Willows captures in each scene. The added elements of Lori, Theo, [from Love Potion #9] and a past that comes full circle makes this an enjoyable read at any time. ~Amanda, Fallen Angel Reviews

I found A Little D.A.B. to be a fascinating novella. From the start, this smoking hot story tightly held my interest and wouldn’t let me go until the conclusion was read. A Little D.A.B. is a tale about two people trying to right some wrong doings from their past and hopefully to rekindle desires from an old flame. The chemistry between Wil and Mattie was very realistic, truly sincere and scorching hot. Although, both were afraid of causing further heartache because of hurtful events from long ago; their desires were too powerful to be ignore. If you are a fan of Caitlyn Willows writings, then you are in for a treat with A Little D.A.B. You can’t go wrong with A Little D.A.B. ~Nikita Stelle, Joyfully Reviewed

EXCERPT

Wil Clark held the tiny vial of translucent blue liquid up to the light. It looked harmless enough. But one could never be certain without running tests.

“I’d like to do a chemical analysis first.”

Theo and Lori Grady rolled their eyes toward the ceiling, each heaving large sighs to go with their frustration. Wil swore the two were closer than conjoined twins. They personified the phrase “meant to be.”

“For crying out loud, it’s sugar water.” Lori batted his arm. “We’ve known Madame Rue for over three years.”

He glanced at the couple from under his eyebrows. “Yes, I believe her love potion was responsible for the two of you finally getting together.”

“That was just—”

“And, as I recall, your parents gifted you with Madame Rue’s fertility potion at your wedding.”

“Well…yes, but—”

“And didn’t you find yourselves pregnant the second you got back from your honeymoon? And…what’s that?” He pointed to Lori’s round belly, evidence of child number two on the way.

Theo snickered. “Coincidence. It’s sugar water. Its effect is psychological, not physical.”

Wil wanted to believe that. He glanced at the white card that came with the vial.

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Apparently harmless, but…

He tucked the glass bottle back into its nest of faux blue velvet and snapped the hinged lid closed. “Look…you two had to have me on this reunion committee. I agreed, although, for the life of me, I don’t know why since I’ve done little more than nod with each suggestion. So, do me a favor and indulge me on this one. A chemical analysis should only take a couple of hours at the most. That’s hardly a blip in the whirlwind of your plans. Madame Rue should still have time to ‘produce’”—he made quotation marks in the air with his fingers—“enough bottles for the reunion next Saturday. No analysis, no placement at the reunion. The liability—”

Theo’s hand snapped up. “Enough. You win. Do your tests. It’s just a fun little thing to put out on the tables.”

“An ice breaker,” Lori added. “Something to help any awkwardness. It’s cheaper than liquor, without any of those ramifications. We want people mingling, not hanging around the cash bar getting drunk.”

Wil understood and appreciated that, but better safe than sorry. Not that he expected anything not above-board with Madame Rue’s. Ruby Sterling had a reputation that went with her last name—sterling. She was the caterer everyone had to have for their functions. They were lucky she’d been able to work them into her hectic schedule. He was sure her friendship with Theo and Lori had a lot to do with that. In fact, she was throwing in D.A.B. for nothing. Still…

“Thanks. I’ll get this done right away.”

“Just give us a call on the cell,” Lori said.

She and Theo turned toward the door in perfect synchronicity with each other. Wil didn’t know if it was cute how well matched they were, or stick-your-finger-down-your-throat sickening. Yeah…I’m jealous, he admitted with a secret smile.

He opened the little box as they stepped out and plucked out the glass bottle. He’d do the test himself. No sense bothering any of his people. They had enough real work to do.

The door swung back open and Lori poked her head in the room. “Oh…by the way… We finally got our last R.S.V.P. Looks like Mattie Baker is coming.”

Wil’s jaw dropped. The vial slipped from his fingers, shattering on the tile floor. He stared at the pale blue splattered everywhere, but couldn’t get his body to move to clean it up. Lori’s frustrated sigh pulled him from his stupor.

“Here…take another one.” She yanked a second sample from the backpack that served as her purse. “And be careful. That’s the last one I have.”

He nodded dumbly as they walked away. Lori’s giggle and Theo’s snicker filtered back through the doorway, then faded with their footsteps.

“Smart asses.”

He squatted down to pick up the mess. They knew how he felt about Mattie Baker aka Matilda Baker aka Tilda Baker, actress extraordinaire. She was the crush he’d never gotten over…and the biggest mistake he’d ever made. He’d had one chance to be her hero, and he’d wound up adding to her nightmare. It was the one thing he could never forgive himself for. He couldn’t very well expect Mattie to. And now she was coming to the reunion. Most probably to rub it in all their faces that she was a star and they were…not.

Wil blotted the liquid up with a wad of paper towels. The Mattie he knew would never have been like that. But the poor thing went through a lot that disastrous prom night. They all deserved whatever it was she could dish out. Maybe she’d bring a retinue of staff with her. Reporters would follow like bees to honey. The light of a thousand camera flashes would dim the stars.

He laughed at himself. No, not the Mattie he knew. And, from what he’d heard of her life, not Tilda Baker either. She was the up-and-coming actress directors and producers clamored for—capable of assuming any role with chameleon-like swiftness. She was rarely recognized in public because of all the disguises she’d donned, and she kept her personal life private.

Not too many people knew Mattie and Tilda were one and the same. Some didn’t believe it when they were told. But Wil knew. He’d quietly followed her progress since that awful night, looking for a chance to make things right, and never finding the opportunity or courage to do so. He even shopped at the bookstore she’d bought her parents, hoping one day fate would bring them together. Looked like fate had finally stepped in…and he was never more frightened.

“I knew getting roped into this reunion committee was a bad idea.” And there was absolutely no way he could back out now.

He tossed the wet paper towels into the wastebasket against the wall, then retrieved a dustpan and foxtail brush from under the cabinet. If he’d met the Gradys in his office and not the lab, he wouldn’t be cleaning up broken glass right now. The vial would have harmlessly fallen to his carpeted floor. The shock would have still been the same, though. Now, if only his hands would stop shaking—make that his whole body. Just the thought of seeing her again…

Wil shook his head. A raging hard-on tented his slacks. Yep, that’s how it always was when he thought of her. And he knew how to lose it, too. He opened the door his mind tried to keep shut and let loose the image of her tear-stained face, her torn dress, her drooping hair from that long-ago night. The erection faded. And he’d be doing well to keep that horrible image to the forefront. He needed to apologize, not walk up to her with his dick poking out ten inches in front of him.

He dumped the glass into the wastebasket. Working on the analysis of D.A.B. would help refocus his thoughts and help get him back in line. Wil shoved the pan and brush back to their place under the lab’s counter. Work never failed to absorb him. Might this time be the exception? How could he lose himself in the wonders of chemistry when she would be here within the week?

Wil ran the test by rote. It wasn’t until the results were spitting out on the printer that he realized he was done. He stared at the analysis—colored sugar water with vanilla extract for scent.

“Too bad.”

He could have used a little extra boost of courage. Looked like he was definitely on his own.