IF YOU CAN’T STAND THE
HEAT
My hot and spicy, sizzling
contemporary foodie romance from Fated Desires Publishing’s new “Give Me a
Taste” special line, releases Tuesday, 2/24/15! It's available for pre-order now!
BLURB:
Lucrezia Serafina
DiCicco is a clumsy business school drop-out, working as a chef and scrambling
to keep her family's restaurant afloat, after her father develops diabetes
and is banned from his kitchen for his own good.
Now, with The Monitor folding, Derek is searching
for his next career path and longing to get back to his first love—cooking—while
Lu is desperate for an influx of cash to save the struggling restaurant…even as
her father puts his foot down about non-family employees.
Derek and Lu embark
on a marriage of inconvenience to save the restaurant. But can Lu ever
really trust the man who nearly destroyed her family, once noted her initials
spelled “LSD,” and her food was like a “bad trip?”
Or will it be their
hearts on the chopping block?
She brushed her hands on her apron and
straightened her shoulders as she strode toward the bar. Not in the mood. So not in the mood. As if the hunky stranger
had come here looking for a
hook-up, rather than to send back his too-salty pasta fagiole or rubbery
calamari or register some
other grievance.
She looked a fright besides.
The moon might resemble a pizza pie but amore
did not live anywhere in the restaurant anymore, except in its name. As that bastard Derek Dunne had pointed out in his review. Vicious…but
truthful, she had to admit.
As she approached the customer, she
positioned herself with her back to the mirror over the bar, so she didn’t have to gaze at her sorry reflection. At
least no one else was at the bar to gawk
at her frazzled condition.
The man swirled
a pool of condensation on the burled
wood with his index finger.
Strong hands. No rings, she noted.
Up close and personal, his looks were even more devastating, the essence of hearty masculinity
radiating raw, contained power, his body taut with muscles beneath a
finely-tailored suit that stretched across broad shoulders, his blue eyes
intense enough to put her in a near trance. She gazed at his long, blunt fingers playing restlessly
on the bar and imagined him sliding them across her heated flesh.
Making her wet. Thrusting inside
her. His thumb stroking
her clit until
it swelled, the pleasure so unbearable he had her writhing with passion, screaming for release.
Holy cannoli! What the heck was wrong
with her? Was she that desperate? Yeah, probably.
And yeah, he looked that good. Good enough to eat. With or without
whipped cream and chocolate sauce. Oh, yeah. That image
helped cool down her roaring libido. Not.
Suppressing a
shiver, she cleared her throat. “I’m Lu DiCicco. You
wanted to see me?
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