Sunday Snog #98: Her Secret Ingredient

I've got an extra special snog for you today, a kiss from my upcoming release Her Secret Ingredient. I spent today working on final line edits for this tale, and I have to admit, I'm pretty proud of it. 

November 15th is the release date. Meanwhile, I'll entice you with the cover, blurb and a very sexy snog!

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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.

Excerpt

The next thing I knew, morning sunlight was filtering through the blinds. My muscles ached as though I’d run a marathon. The bed looked like it had been hit by a tornado. And aside from my bruised, sticky body, it was empty.

“Harry?”

No answer.

 

A pang of anxiety shot through me. His clothes were draped over the back of the desk chair, though, so unless he’d decided to wander the San Francisco streets au naturel, he was probably in close proximity.

Sure enough, the individual in question emerged from the bathroom, gloriously nude, drying his sculpted chest. I wanted to be his towel.

“Emily! You’re awake!” He seated himself on the edge of the bed and rubbed the terrycloth over his dripping black ringlets. “I was a bit worried, actually. You were dead to the world.”

I ran my palm over his swelling biceps. They felt every bit as good as they looked. “Sorry. Not very polite of me to conk out immediately after the best sex of my life. Must have been the booze. I didn’t even say thank you. So I will now.” I slipped my arms around his neck and pulled his mouth to mine. “Thank you, Harry. For everything.”

He returned my kiss with all the enthusiasm I expected. In fact, the next thing I knew, he was on top of me.

“Wait! You’re all clean, but I probably reek.” I struggled—half-heartedly, I’ll admit—to free myself. 

He kept me pinned. “I don’t care. I like the way you smell. I like everything about you, Madame Chef.” His brash fingers explored my rapidly moistening pussy. “And the evidence suggests you like me, too.”

“I have to admit that I do. But what about breakfast? I’m ravenous. Aren’t you?”

Sliding down the length of my body, he nudged my thighs apart to expose my pulsing clit. He licked his lips, grinning like a kid in a candy store. “Oh yes. Definitely.”

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Oh - one more thing! All the books in the What's Her Secret series have an extra VIP scene or chapter, which will be available only to readers who buy direct from Totally Bound. Trust me, you do not want to miss my VIP chapter. It's the hottest part of the book!