What should a woman do when sparks fly in the kitchen? Ignite the fire! Especially if it's a man as sexy as businessman Chet Castle creating the friction. :)
Author Christine Warner has created a recipe for romance that's spicy hot in her debut novel Bachelor's Special that you don't want to miss! And her blog tour is just around the corner, running June 10th through July 5th, 2013.
A little but about Bachelor's Special...
Jill Adgate wants three things from life: a successful catering business, a family, and the love of an exceptional man. What she has is no job, a mounting pile of bills, and her outspoken best friend—who sets her up on a blind date with the man who inadvertently ruined Jill’s life.
Chet Castle is a businessman who has everything, except the ability to trust. Burned by a money-hungry fiancée, he refuses to get involved in any relationship that has a shelf life longer than a head of lettuce.
Intrigued by her ambition—and determined to get her in bed—Chet offers Jill the chance of a lifetime: work as his live-in chef and he’ll help her get her catering business off the ground. When sparks fly in the kitchen, Jill realizes what’s cooking is a recipe for disaster…
A bit about Christine:
Christine Warner is living her dream in Michigan along with her husband, three children, one laptop and a much loved assortment of furry friends.
Besides laughing and a good round of humor, she enjoys spending time with her family, cooking, reading, writing but no arithmitic. A confessed people watcher, she finds inspiration for her stories in everyday activities. She loves to read and write about strong heroes and determined, sometimes sassy, heroines.
A girl gone wild, at least where social media is concerned, she enjoys meeting other avid readers and writers on facebook, twitter and her website.
OK, so wow! what a fun read! Pick this one up and take it to the beach:) You won't regret it:) I am providing the links farther down...
These two have some sparks going let me tell you and the bathing cap! lol...
Laughter swelled Chet’s chest. He stopped short when he looked
into Jill’s upturned face, enjoying the fact he could inspect her so
closely and she didn’t know. Blinded by the soup, she was at his
Thick, yellowish-orange liquid covered her skin, hiding the
sprinkle of fine freckles dotting her nose. Black eyelashes spiked
from the moisture, and her parted lips revealed the whiteness
of her teeth. The apron she wore reminded him of something a
housewife would wear on a fifties sitcom. Undeniably cute and
damn sexy. All she needed was a set of pearls.
She’d be the type of girl he’d bring home to his mother.
Hold up, Castle! You don’t play the girlfriend game. His blood
raced as her tongue darted out and she licked her lips again. The
twinge of his groin reminded him once more that a fling with the
lovely Jill would be on his list, but nothing more.
Still holding her wrists, he leaned forward and flicked his
tongue out to taste the drop of soup forming on the tip of her chin.
Jill’s body went quiet at his touch. The pulse beating against
the soft skin of her inner wrist burst forward at a quick tempo.
Her button-down shirt pulled with each quick breath she took.
“Damn, you’re right. Tastes great.” A salty quality mingled
with the rich flavor of the soup. A dash of Jill mixed in to add a
more potent flavor.
“I told you I’m an awesome cook.” Her husky voice lowered
“I particularly like your presentation.” He matched her tone,
his heartbeat erratic.
She tried to step back, but her butt connected with the
counter. If she took a half step forward she’d be pushed against
his chest. Not that he minded.
“Let me loose. I’d like to wipe my eyes.” A giggle slipped past
“Not yet. I’m not sure you've learned your lesson.”
“I guarantee you I have.”
Her struggled swallow caught his attention. “Nervous?”
Jill shook her head as if trying to clear away the thick soup.
He laughed. “I’m going to have more soup.”
“Can’t, it’s all on my…” She stiffened in his arms and a soft
sigh, almost a whimper, caught in her throat.
His attraction grew tenfold. He lowered his head, brushing
her lips with his own before pulling back. His heart pounded
against his chest, bongo drums in a heady rhythm. This situation had escalated into a major turn on.
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