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Stir in a pinch to stir up his passion…
When the Tastes of France food channel offers Mei Lee “Emily” Wong a series of guest spots, she jumps at the opportunity to take her culinary career to a whole new level. Ultimately, she wants a show of her own, but first she has to prove herself to Michelin-starred network founder and effective dictator, Etienne Duvalier. A legend in the world of classic French cuisine as well as a domineering perfectionist, Etienne is sceptical about the culinary abilities of a woman from Hong Kong. To make things more difficult, the master chef is also so gorgeous that Emily can't help being attracted to him.
Emily tries to solve both problems by spiking her luscious profiteroles with an ancient Oriental aphrodisiac. Unfortunately, Harry Sanborne, the low-key, bespectacled producer for Emily's show, samples the delicacies she intends for Etienne's consumption. His powerful reaction to her secret ingredient comes as a pleasant surprise to them both. Harry turns out to be far more impressive in bed than on the set. However, he can't do nearly as much to advance her ambitions as Etienne. Emily tries once more to tempt the exacting M. Duvalier with her special cooking as well as her feminine charms. The outrageous results threaten to end her TV career forever—until Harry steps in to save her reputation and claim her heart.
When the Tastes of France food channel offers Mei Lee “Emily” Wong a series of guest spots, she jumps at the opportunity to take her culinary career to a whole new level. Ultimately, she wants a show of her own, but first she has to prove herself to Michelin-starred network founder and effective dictator, Etienne Duvalier. A legend in the world of classic French cuisine as well as a domineering perfectionist, Etienne is sceptical about the culinary abilities of a woman from Hong Kong. To make things more difficult, the master chef is also so gorgeous that Emily can't help being attracted to him.
Emily tries to solve both problems by spiking her luscious profiteroles with an ancient Oriental aphrodisiac. Unfortunately, Harry Sanborne, the low-key, bespectacled producer for Emily's show, samples the delicacies she intends for Etienne's consumption. His powerful reaction to her secret ingredient comes as a pleasant surprise to them both. Harry turns out to be far more impressive in bed than on the set. However, he can't do nearly as much to advance her ambitions as Etienne. Emily tries once more to tempt the exacting M. Duvalier with her special cooking as well as her feminine charms. The outrageous results threaten to end her TV career forever—until Harry steps in to save her reputation and claim her heart.
“Hi,
Emily! Got a minute?” Harry breezed into the studio kitchen, waving
a clipboard. “Got a few things I need to go over with you, before
tomorrow’s show. Do you want to be introduced as ‘Mei Lee’, or
should we use your English name? And what about your certifications?
Do you want the full list in the credits, or just your Michelin
rating?” He stopped in his tracks when he saw the feast I’d
assembled. “Holy smokes! That looks absolutely scrumptious!”
“Thanks.
Let’s just hope that Etienne agrees.” I couldn’t quite keep the
pride out of my voice. There weren’t many chefs who could put
together a meal like this in four hours, without assistants and under
pressure, in a kitchen not their own.
“Even
our Monsieur le Chef can be swayed by great food. The
desserts—oh, I’ve just got to try one of these…”
“No!
Harry—”
Before
I could stop him, though, he’d nipped a cream puff off the pile and
popped it into his mouth. His eyes went wide as he chewed and
swallowed.
“Unbelievable!
Give me another.”
“Please,
no!” I grabbed at his arm, but it was too late. He’d already
devoured a second choux. “Those are supposed to be for
Etienne.”
“Come
on, you’ve made at least two dozen. He won’t miss one or two.”
Harry made as if to reach for a third puff. I hung on, trying to
restrain him, but he was far stronger than I. Under that dorky
clothing, I felt his muscles tense and shift.
He
halted, his fingers inches away from their target, as if suddenly
aware of my touch. Turning away from the tower of pastries, he gazed
down at me. Behind his glasses, his mocha-coloured eyes gleamed with
powerful purpose.
“Harry?”
My stomach did a somersault. My cheeks felt as though they’d just
come out of the oven. Meanwhile he held me in that fierce,
all-consuming stare.
I
still had a grip on his left arm, near the shoulder. He reached out
to rest his hand on my shoulder, as if we were about to dance. “You
know, I actually see something a lot sweeter right here.” Sliding
his palm down my back, he pulled me to his chest with a decisiveness
that sent my pulse into overdrive. When he leaned in close, I smelled
the almonds on his breath.
“Harry…I
don’t think…”
“Shh!”
He enforced this directive by fastening his mouth on mine in an
energetic kiss.
He
tasted, unsurprisingly, of sugar and cream. His firm lips moulded to
mine while his tongue teased at the seam, coaxing me to open. I
shouldn’t have given in, but I honestly couldn’t help it. He
might look like a bit of a nerd, but this guy really knew what he was
doing. Wet but not sloppy, forceful but not brutal, alternating
between deep penetration and playful flickering, he kissed with
consummate sensuality. All I wanted was to swoon in his arms, to let
him take me over. He seemed eager to oblige.
Cupping
my ass in his palm, he yanked my pelvis against his. I gasped at the
size and rigidity of the lump pressed against my pubis. My nipples
snapped into aching knots and moisture flooded my already damp
panties. He laced the fingers of his other hand through my hair,
using them to control the position of my head as he drank his fill of
me.
His
mouth slipped away from mine to nuzzle below my ear, somehow finding
the precise spot that’s directly connected to my clit. Meanwhile he
groped my breasts, squeezing hard—harder than I usually like, but
now I actually wanted more.
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9 comments:
You've painted quite an erotic picture with your words. Nice!
Wow! That was quite a read for so early on a Sunday morning. Thanks for sharing.
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Wow, great excerpt. Wonderful way to start the day.
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the booklooks really good
Great Sunday Snog Snippet!
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Very tantalizing excerpt!
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That sounds hilarious! I cant wait to read it. Lol
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Hello, everyone!
I've drawn my three winners.
Carolyn wins first prize.
Lori wins the second prize.
Colleen wins the third prize.
I'll be contacting you by email.
Thanks again to everyone who participated! (I hope you'll consider purchasing the book...!)
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