Showing posts with label gourmet cooking. Show all posts
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Wednesday, October 4, 2017

Stir in a pinch to stir up his passion (#MFRWHooks #romance #cooking)

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Welcome to this week’s MFRW Book Hooks blog hop!

Today I’m featuring my humorous erotic romance Her Secret Ingredient. Emily Wong is one of my favorite heroines. In fact, I liked her so much I made her the heroine of an entire follow-up novel, The Ingredients of Bliss!

When you’re done reading my snippet, I hope you’ll visit some of the other authors joining Book Hooks this week. Just use the links at the end of this post.

Blurb

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.



The Hook

I selected a six-inch blade from the rack on the counter and began peeling carrots. “Anyway, you were saying the viewers are bored?”

Harry swivelled his seat so he could watch me work. I didn’t mind—I’d cooked in open kitchens, and if I was going to be on television, I had to get used to having an audience. And somehow, though I’d known him for only a few minutes, the dishevelled young producer made me feel comfortable.

Yeah. The ratings for the channel as a whole are falling, because he won’t work with any chef who refuses to toe his line. That’s one reason the execs pressured him to contact you. Fresh blood and all that.”

Hmm.” My knife rose and fell with satisfying precision, creating uniform half-inch cubes of crisp orange. I swept the diced carrots into a pile at one end of the cutting block then started on the onions.

Amazing. I could never do that. When I try to cook, the results look like something from a slasher movie.” He flipped his hair out of his eyes. “Anyway, the first two guest chefs the network hired—Etienne drove them away.”

I set the blade down. I’d chilled the onions ahead of time, but my eyes watered nevertheless. Harry handed me a handkerchief. What a sweet guy. If only Etienne were more like him.

He’s not going to drive me away, Harry. I swear it.” I’d been the only woman in my class at the Cordon Bleu school in Paris, and the only Asian. They’d made it clear I didn’t belong. I’d stuck it out, three gruelling years to get my Grand DiplĂ´me. Then there was all the time working my way up the ranks—commis entremets, chef saucier, sous chef.

It would take more than one sexy, stubborn Frenchman to stop me.

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Sunday, January 8, 2017

Sunday Snog 261: The Ingredients of Bliss (#bdsm #sundaysnog #menage)

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Welcome to another Sunday Snog!

This week my kiss excerpt comes from my food-themed BDSM menage novel The Ingredients of Bliss.
One sexy French chef. One kinky American TV producer. One ambitious Chinese gal who thinks she wants them both.  

The ingredients of bliss? Or a recipe for disaster?
When you’ve recovered from my snog, I hope you’ll visit Victoria’s Sunday Snog page for more sexy kisses!



I’m so confused, Harry.”

Harry popped the last bite of his croissant into his mouth and licked black currant jam from his fingers. Of course the sensual gesture made my well-used pussy moisten once more. Did he do that deliberately? Or was it just another example of our chemistry?

Confused about what?” He drained his espresso and set the cup down on the tray.

He’d untied me and now we were having a late Sunday breakfast in bed. Very late—my alarm clock told me it was close to two pm. We were going to miss the matinee of that new French film at the Lumiere. Again.

As Harry circled my engorged nipple with a still-sticky fingertip, I realized I didn’t mind.

Leaning back among the pillows, I let him play with my body. I could have sworn I was sated but before long, the familiar ache had returned, the sense of emptiness that could only be relieved by Harry’s cock—or one of the outrageous substitutes we’d purchased together. I closed my eyes with a sigh of delight, giving myself up to my extraordinarily talented lover.

He hooked my pubic curls and gave a light pull, adding a sharp edge to my languid pleasure. “You were saying, Mei Lee? Why are you confused?” His attentive gaze made it clear he expected an answer.

I struggled to organize my thoughts—not an easy task when given that he had two fingers inserted between my pussy lips, stroking and burrowing into my folds.

Well…before we met, I would never have thought I’d enjoy—well, you know—the things we do.”

He arched an eyebrow. “Things? Be specific, please.”

After all this time together, he could still make me blush. And I knew it amused him to see my pale cheeks grow pink with embarrassment.

Come on. You know what I’m talking about. Spankings. Being tied up. Submission.” I sat up straighter, seeking a bit of dignity. “I’ve always been assertive to the point of being bossy. Nobody would ever believe that I could be a submissive. I can’t believe it.”

But it seems to be true,” he commented, punctuating his statement with a hard twist to my nipple.

Lightning shot from that tender nub down to my equally swollen clit.

You love it when I use you. Even the pain.”

I nodded. “So after three months with you, I’m getting used to the idea that I’m sexually submissive. Then I find myself getting turned on when I order Etienne around. What’s going on? I don’t know whether I’m really a top, just pretending to be submissive, or really a bottom who happens to like the idea of dominating her boss.”

Harry leaned in for a fruit-flavored kiss. Meanwhile, he kneaded my breasts like bread dough, further leavening my arousal. I flung my arms around his neck and pulled him closer, grateful for the moment to be unbound so that I could run my palms over his smooth shoulders and down his solid back. His mouth swept me back into a state of dizzying lust. By the time he released me, I’d almost forgotten what we’d been discussing.

You worry too much, love.” Harry ran his fingers through his tangled locks then stretched out on the bed next to me. “Why not just express your desires, wherever they lead you?”

You know the way I am, Harry. I need to understand. I like to be in control of myself and the situation.”

With sudden strength, he caught my wrists in one of his big hands and dragged my arms over my head. Would he bind me again? Did I want him to? Did it matter?

He straddled my hips and settled his butt on my pelvis. His half-hard penis bobbed against my abdomen. “You’re not in control when you’re with me, and you seem to like that just fine.”