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Seducing the Playboy
     

Seducing the Playboy

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by Amanda Usen
 

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A sexy category romance from Entangled's Brazen imprint…

The best desserts are worth the wait…

Pastry chef Jenna Cooper crushed hard on playboy chef Roman Gallagher when her older brother brought him home to share their family Christmas six years ago. Now she's old enough to do something about it, and she won't take no

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A sexy category romance from Entangled's Brazen imprint…

The best desserts are worth the wait…

Pastry chef Jenna Cooper crushed hard on playboy chef Roman Gallagher when her older brother brought him home to share their family Christmas six years ago. Now she's old enough to do something about it, and she won't take no for an answer—for anything.

Out of the frying pan into the fire…

Roman has one hard and fast rule—don't sleep where you eat. But he can't say no to Jenna's plea for him to help her save her family business. Soon she's working for him, and their scorching chemistry melts Roman's resistance.

If you can't stand the heat…

Jenna knows Roman has reservations about enjoying the heat between them, but she's got a plan. She's going to keep this sexy man so satisfied in—and out—of the kitchen, he won't regret a thing. But Roman has his own ideas. He wants more than a few hot nights, and he's going to teach Jenna a lesson about playing with fire.

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Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781622663262
Publisher:
Entangled Publishing, LLC
Publication date:
05/26/2014
Series:
Hot Nights , #2
Sold by:
Macmillan
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
225
Sales rank:
102,335
File size:
2 MB

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Seducing the Playboy

A Hot Nights Novel


By Amanda Usen, Liz Pelletier

Entangled Publishing, LLC

Copyright © 2014 Amanda Usen
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-62266-326-2


CHAPTER 1

"Fresh meat in the kitchen."

"Put it away." Roman didn't look up from the pile of invoices in front of him. He had to find a way to shave food costs. This was another test, and he was going to ace it. How hard could it be to turn a profit in a tiny restaurant on Venice Beach?

His sous-chef, Max, dropped into the chair by the door. "That's not the kind of meat I'm talking about. Blond. Buttoned-up. Magnificent rack. Hair in the tightest braid I've ever seen. She said she has an interview. I checked with Linda and heard she was some sort of pastry whisperer. I don't care if she can whisper or not, but I'd like to wrap that braid around my fist and —"

"You go any further, I'll need brain bleach."

Max chuckled. "Rock-paper-scissors?"

Roman flipped the file shut and jammed it in the top drawer. "Hell no. If she's that hot and she can bake, she's mine. You got the last intern." They both knew he was kidding. He only had one hard-and-fast rule in the kitchen — don't sleep where you eat.

"Not an intern. Culinary Academy graduate. Work experience in France and Italy, and she wants to talk to you."

"We can't afford to hire anybody. Think she'll work for free?"

"Why are you sweating every penny, Roman? Your food cost is low, considering what's on the menu. You can't fly your fish in from Hawaii, your beef from Japan, and your chicken from a tiny, family-owned ranch in Iowa and expect to run on a shoestring budget."

"Then we need more vegetarian items."

Max snorted. "More heirloom, organic, vegetarian items? You know our produce costs more than the fish."

"Shit."

"Garbage in garbage out," Max taunted. "You get what you pay for —"

"Can your clichés before I make you eat them," Roman growled. "Pastry whisperer, huh?" Maybe if he hired her, they could make money on the desserts.

His mother never should have bought this overpriced shack, but somehow she expected him to make it as profitable as their other restaurants. Unfortunately, it took customers to make that happen and, in spite of his exquisite menu, they were barely filling the house each night. He refused to fail, not when she was ready to retire. He'd watched her work her ass off, until her back was bowed, her hands gnarled, and her face lined with the stress of constantly being in charge. He needed to get off this beach and start managing Gallagher Holdings.

Roman led the way out of the office. When they reached the kitchen, he saw his interviewee standing with her back toward them. She was petite, probably coming up to his shoulder, and as tidy as Max had described. Not a hair escaped the braid wrapped into a knot on the back of her head. Her coat was bright white and unstained. Even her chef pants looked like they had been ironed.

As she turned, eyes the color of burnt caramel met his and a shock zinged through him. His body reacted, tensing, stiffening. Instantly, he was transported back to the first time he'd looked into her eyes. Just as fast, he shut down the buzz of arousal. She might not be sixteen anymore, but it didn't matter. She was Cole Cooper's little sister, off-limits as long as he'd known the warm family that had opened their home to him so many times during culinary school. For a second, he was paralyzed by the memory of her playing basketball with them in a too-short school uniform skirt. Back then, it had been murder to ignore his raging hormones in the presence of her blooming beauty and knockout body.

"Roman? Aren't you going to say hello?" Her voice was amused. She took a half step closer and tilted her head to look up at him.

He cleared his throat. "Hey, kiddo, you surprised me." He braced himself and pulled her into a short, friendly hug. Her touch was like fire on his skin. He took two steps back to avoid further contact. "How have you been? How's Cole? Are your parents well?"

She nodded, eyes narrowing. "Everyone is great. They miss you. You haven't been back to Lambertville in years."

He cleared his throat again. "A lot to keep me busy here."

A golden glint shimmered in her eyes. "So I've heard. You've been working your way down the West Coast like a culinary Casanova."

Was she talking about the restaurants he'd opened? Or something else? His romantic reputation was greatly exaggerated. Mostly. Okay, not at all, but how did she know?

A very fake cough alerted him to the fact Max still stood behind him. Reluctantly, he said, "Jenna, this is my sous-chef, Max Benderson."

He'd seen that smoldering look on Max's face — right before he made his move.

"Knock it off," Roman warned. "This is my buddy's little sister, Jenna Cooper."

Max's smile went from hot to warm. "Oh, hey! Nice to meet you."

Jenna laughed. "Little sister, huh? I may be little, but I'm legal. Nice to meet you, Max."

She held out her hand, but when Max moved to take it, Roman stepped between them. "Not in this kitchen. In my kitchen, anyone who doesn't treat you like a little sister is fired. There is no way I'm going to explain to your big lug of a brother that someone took advantage of you on my watch."

"So don't tell him. Problem solved."

She gave Max a sly wink, and jealousy spiked through him. "Can we get back on topic? What are you doing here? Cole didn't tell me you went to culinary school. You followed in the family footsteps, huh?"

Actually, Roman deliberately stayed off the subject of his best friend's sister when they talked. Cole had made it clear he didn't want Roman anywhere near her, and there'd be hell to pay if he knew about Roman's impure thoughts. Cole knew he didn't do relationships. He did fun. He did sex, lots of it, but short-term only. Jenna, with her small-town values and parents who had been married for thirty-plus years, deserved someone who could give her that.

"I'd like to work here in exchange for —"

"Not possible."

She grabbed his arm. "Why not?"

About a zillion reasons. "No job here." Not when the sight of her made him want to break his own rule. He shrugged out of her grasp.

She frowned at him. "Even if you don't hire me, you need a new pastry chef. Your desserts suck."

"How do you know?"

"I came in for dinner last night."

"And you didn't let me know you were here?"

She snorted. "I was spying. Your gelato is icy. Your pie crust is rubbery and salty. And don't get me started on your chocolate sauce. It came out of a can, didn't it?"

He heard a noise from Max that sounded like a cough but he knew damn well was a laugh. "I've been making the desserts," he said tightly.

Her nostrils flared, as if she were trying not to laugh, too. Then a giggle escaped, hitting his nerves like a playful slap. Her eyes filled with mock pity. "Oh, Roman, how could you do that to innocent desserts? They never did anything to you."

Max slung an arm around him. "I've been trying to tell him, but he's pretty stubborn."

The two of them were bonding over his lack of pastry skills? Unacceptable. "I'm standing right here," he reminded them, shaking off Max's arm.

Jenna reached up to pat his cheek. "Yes, dear. We know. And we want what is best for you. In your heart, you know you should stick to the savory side of the kitchen. Give me a chance, Roman. You won't regret it. I did the culinary program at the Academy, but I love to bake. Give me a couple of hours, and I'll knock your socks off."

She'd always knocked his socks off. That was the problem.

He took a deep breath to say no, but her fingers slid down his arm into his hand and he forgot how to speak. She squeezed, and he stopped breathing, immobilized by a flash fantasy of how her fingers would feel wrapped around another part of his anatomy.

"Let me bake for you, Roman. What have you got to lose?"


* * *

Jenna's heart pounded. A bead of cold sweat ran down her arm, so she pressed her elbow into her side, hoping her jacket would absorb the moisture. She'd forgotten how being near Roman made it difficult to behave normally, but there was no way she'd let her nerves betray her. She needed his help. Badly.

"Good God, man! Don't stop her." The sous-chef shot her a wink.

She grinned back. "Can I take that as a yes? Come on, Ro ... you owe me this much for not telling Dad about the time you and Cole drank half his favorite bourbon and refilled the bottle with water."

A small smile tilted Roman's full lips. "I forgot about that. Did he ever figure it out?"

"Not yet," she threatened, wondering if Roman remembered what had happened after the bourbon. She certainly treasured the memory of their almost-kiss.

Roman held up his hands. "Fine. You win. You can test cook." He looked at his watch. "You've got four hours. Don't expect me to take it easy on you because we're friends."

"I'd be disappointed if you did." She held his gaze. "But I hope you're hungry, Chef. I don't make idle promises. You're in for a treat."

Roman stared back at her for long enough to make her fear he was going to change his mind, then spun on his heel and walked out of the kitchen. Max gave her a thumbs-up and another grin before he followed.

As soon as they were gone, she surveyed the tiny space, assuming they wouldn't be gone long — there was nowhere else to work. She whipped through the shelves and dish room looking for baking pans. Then she rifled through drawers and cabinets for spatulas and whisks. Swiftly, she blazed through dry storage, the reach-ins, and the walk-in, gathering butter, eggs, and heavy cream as she went. When she found flour, sugar, good chocolate, and an entire case of parchment paper, she knew she was in business. It was late August, so that meant there was plenty of great produce, too, although there was probably always good produce in California.

When she returned to the line with an armload of ingredients, Roman was peeling shrimp at the sink. "Okay if I use this stuff?" she asked.

He gave her a curt nod and turned back to the sink.

Overwhelmed by curiosity, she had to ask, "Aren't you a little overqualified for peeling shrimp?"

"Prep cook is a surfer. I took pity on him. Epic waves on the Venice Breakwater today, or so he said."

Jenna nodded and pulled a notebook and pen out of her toolbox, glad she'd packed her favorite pastry utensils and brought them with her. She hadn't spotted a single palette knife in the kitchen, and she doubted she could find a matched set of measuring spoons to save her life. Her thoughts spun, arranging ingredients into different combinations. She wanted to make at least three desserts, but they had to be things that could be served warm or at least room temperature. She couldn't make ice cream unless she served it soft, but she could make crème anglaise. Whole layer cakes weren't possible — no time to cool. But she could bake super-thin layers of cake ... or cupcakes.

She pressed her lips into a thin line. Roman might be slumming in Venice Beach at the moment, but the man was an LA legend. He'd eaten the best desserts the city had to offer, probably off the bodies of his naked celebrity girlfriends. And he still thought of her as Cole's little sister. There was no way she was going to bake him a goddamn cupcake.

I can't do this.

The uncertainty she'd banished the moment her plane touched down in Los Angeles the week before crashed over her in a suffocating wave. She hadn't allowed herself to think about how much it would suck if she crashed and burned. The thought of Roman just patting her on the head and sending her home made her feel like passing out.

I'm going to fail.

She dropped her pen on the cutting board and walked out of the kitchen. She could feel Roman's eyes on her back, but she kept going. When her shoes hit sand, her panic doubled and she skidded to a stop. If she ran away, she'd have no chance at all.

She kicked off her clogs and dug her bare toes into the sand, refusing to take another step away from the Beach House. She only had four hours to pull this off — she didn't have time to freak out. Jesus, this was exactly what her parents expected of her.

You're only twenty-two. Let us handle this. Selling the restaurant isn't the end of the world.

But it was, and they all knew it. The bank had given her parents only four months to catch up on payments. Selling the restaurant would kill her father. Her parents would never ask her brother to give up the new life he'd built. They were proud of him for becoming a corporate chef, and glad he'd escaped the grind of working nights, weekends, and holidays. They didn't even want Cole to know Cooper's was in the red, so it was up to her to find a way to keep it.

She had trained so hard for this — going to the Culinary Academy, studying in Italy and France with chefs who ran her ragged, graduating near the top of her male- dominated class — she refused to give up.

Cole would kill her if she asked Roman for money, but knowledge was power, too. Roman had a Midas touch with failing restaurants, and she knew he'd help her family. She was counting on it. But helping her draw up a plan would cost him time he might not have, at a price she couldn't afford, so she wanted to offer him something in return, especially after she'd seen the unimpressive Beach House dessert menu online. Creating a new pastry menu for him was the perfect solution. It would give her time to pick his brain about ways to revitalize Cooper's failing business while improving the Beach House desserts — but clearly Roman still thought of her as a kid, just as her family did. It was past time to prove she'd grown up and could pull her weight in the kitchen. She'd make pastries so incredible, Roman would beg for her help, and then she'd ask for his. With his expert advice, she knew she could preserve the Cooper legacy and carry on the family tradition. Not only that, she'd finally earn her family's respect.

"Jenna? Are you all right?"

A shiver shot up her spine at the sound of Roman's voice. She turned, heart pounding. "Just taking inspiration from the ocean," she lied, drinking in the light of the sun on his face. His eyelashes were golden at the root and dark at the tips, giving them a sexy glint. She wanted to run her finger over the reddish stubble on his cheeks. To trace the outline of his sensual lips. To sink her hands into his sun-streaked hair and tug him down for the kiss she'd been dreaming about forever.

"I understand completely," he said.

She blinked hard, stifling a sigh. Too bad he was talking about the ocean.

"Coming?" she asked, picking her way back toward the Beach House. When she reached the Boardwalk, she brushed off her feet and jammed them back in her clogs. She heard Roman stomping behind her.

They entered the kitchen, and she washed her hands before returning to the ingredients on her cutting board. Butter, flour, sugar, and eggs — simple things. But if she combined them in exactly the right way, he'd have no choice but to accept her help — and hopefully offer his in return.

A slow smile spread across her face as she decided to make cupcakes after all. Adult versions of kid desserts were all the rage these days, especially in restaurants like this one. Her desserts were going to be decadent and sensual. Salted caramel. Oatmeal cream. Hot chocolate heaven. She would jog his memory, and then she would blow his mind.

Her smile turned into a full-blown, wicked grin, picturing doing the same for the rest of him, and she laughed softly as she began to crack eggs. Roman Gallagher wasn't going to know what hit him.


* * *

Roman took a seat in the dining room and eyed the desserts on the table in front of him, wondering what the hell she'd been thinking. He had to admit he was disappointed. She'd promised great desserts, but these pastries looked ordinary, pedestrian ... boring. A cupcake, hot chocolate, a plate of cookies, and a piece of cake? The cake looked fancy enough to suit his customers, but the rest was pure snooze. So what if his mouth was watering? Just because he had a thing for warm chocolate chip cookies didn't mean they belonged on his menu.

He turned to Jenna. "Looks great, kiddo ... but not Beach House material."

She crossed her arms and smiled. "Wrong."


(Continues...)

Excerpted from Seducing the Playboy by Amanda Usen, Liz Pelletier. Copyright © 2014 Amanda Usen. Excerpted by permission of Entangled Publishing, LLC.
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Meet the Author

Amanda Usen knows two things for certain: chocolate cheesecake is good for breakfast, and a hot chef can steal your heart. Her husband stole hers the first day of class at the Culinary Institute of America. She married him after graduation in a lovely French Quarter restaurant in New Orleans, and they spent a few years enjoying the food and the fun in the Big Easy. Now they live in Western New York with their three children, one hamster, two guinea pigs, a tortoise, and a new-to-them beagle. Amanda spends her days teaching pastry arts classes and her nights writing romance. If she isn't baking or writing, she can usually be found chasing the kids around the yard with her very own hot chef husband.

Want chimichurri, chocolate cake or Chicken Alighieri? Visit Amanda at www.amandausen.com, where you can find recipes for many of the yummy dishes in her books. She can also be found on Facebook (/www.facebook.com/amandausen) and Twitter (twitter.com/#!/AmandaUsen) if you want to chat about romance, writing, or recipes.

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Seducing the Playboy (A Hot Nights Series Book) 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 15 reviews.
tsmb02 More than 1 year ago
I have never read anything by Amanda Usen before and I must say I was pleasantly surprised. I could not put this book down. This story is one of my favorite tropes...the older brother's best friend. Our heroine, Jenna Cooper grew up wanting to run the family restaurant so she went to culinary school. Her older brother, Cole was also a chef as is his best friend, Roman Gallagher, who also happens to be chef playboy of the west coast. Jenna was sixteen when Cole first brought Roman around and she was hooked then. Jenna's family restaurant is having financial troubles and who better to help them out then the sexy Roman Gallagher who's job it is to revitalize the restaurants his mother purchases into something bigger and better. Jenna leaves her family in New Jersey to fly to California to visit Roman for a week. She decides she is going to do whatever she can to try and get his help. Roman is currently trying to fix up the Beach House on Venice Beach, which is an upper class, fancy restaurant. Jenna tries convincing Roman to hire her to be the pastry chef for one week and if she proves herself then he has to help her fix her family's business. Roman and Jenna working side by side is so funny and entertaining. She has always had a crush on him and even though he finds her very attractive, he cannot pursue anything because she is Cole's little sister! Jenna keeps pushing Roman for more. She finally suggests that for her week here they become friends with benefits. Roman finally agrees but on his time table which means things will progress very slowly. He thinks if he goes slow enough she will forget pursuing him. This entire storyline was wonderful. There were quite a few laugh out loud moments along with some tearful moments towards the end. I also loved the secondary characters. Max, Roman's sous-chef was hysterical! I loved the rapport that Max and Roman had. I will definitely be reading more books from Ms. Usen. I did receive an ARC of this story in exchange for an honest review.
Lynn53 More than 1 year ago
Rating: 4 1/2 stars I feel that this book should come with a warning – it’s going to make you hungry. Our author shows her readers that there are all different types of hunger and she definitely knows how to feed that need. She also does a great job of seducing and teasing her readers. There’s just enough to get a reader’s imagination flowing. And then there are the fantasies. The sad part is that you can get this book read in one day. I’m glad to see this is a series. Into The Fire is the first book of the series should you need to get caught up. Another sad part is that I can’t find anything about book three. We’ll just have to be patient.
WhatsOntheBookshelf More than 1 year ago
I received an e-galley of Seducing the Playboy from the publisher for an honest review. From the beginning I was hooked. Both Jenna and Roman and explosive characters from page one. It's hard to resist these two. As usual, with Amanda's books there is a lot of laughter and some food that sounds so mouth-watering good! Jenna Cooper is a very head-strong heroine. She knows what she wants and she's determined to get it. I loved her tenacity and quick wit. Not once did she cower to Roman. The twist in this story really made me smile. I hated to see it happen, but I was so glad to see a heroine make her own way without relying on the hero. Which brings me to Roman. HOT! HOT! HOT! And not just in the kitchen. What's not to love about a chef who makes you want to jump him the minute he walks into the room? Wants control, but isn't dumb enough to think he's the only one who knows his way around the kitchen. Roman had no problem working side-by-side with Jenna, taking her advice, and in the end giving her space to do what she needed to do. Oh and he's got money---which isn't a requirement, but when it buys things like he bought Jenna it is nice. :) Seducing the Playboy is very much Jenna's story. I adored the entire cast of characters and can't wait to read the other books in this series.
ljtljtljt More than 1 year ago
Good Book! Seducing the Playboy by Amanda Usen is another wonderful book from the Brazen imprint. I always look forward to reading Ms. Usen’s stories because they are filled with well-defined characters, an original plot and a trope that I truly enjoy. This book does not disappoint on any level and the ending will leave you smiling from ear to ear. Pastry chef Jenna Cooper was born and raised in the restaurant business. Her parents own Cooper’s, a once thriving establishment that no longer is able to compete in the trendy, Lambertville, New Jersey area. Jenna knows she possesses the ability and skills to turn the restaurant around, yet all she needs is a little help from celebrity chef and childhood friend Roman Gallagher. Not only can Roman cook, he can turn a failing restaurant into a piece of culinary art. Thus, Jenna seeks him out for his expertise. Since Roman needs a pastry chef and Jenna needs Roman’s culinary visions, they strike a deal. Their agreement also includes a little lust on the side, in order to satiate their passion for each other. This is a good book, although I found the plot to be slightly far-fetched. Ms. Usen puts her own delightful spin on the older brother’s best friend, little sister trope. I liked all the characters, especially Jenna, because her spunk and desire to succeed in both business and love was inspiring. Roman and Jenna are great together and Ms. Usen’s ability to craft hot, sexy scenes are easy to appreciate. Complimentary copy provided by the publisher in exchange for an honest review.
Anlenhart1 More than 1 year ago
Jenna is a recent graduate pastry chef and Roman is heir to a food empire and is best friends with Jenna's older brother.  Jenna is trying to save her family restaurant and decides to learn from the best. She decides to learn from Roman and the rest is history,  This was an fun read, an awesome beach setting, and a realistic romance between two stubborn chefs! I love a good food related romance and this story didn't disappoint. I was given an free copy for an honest review. 
Nicola_1202 More than 1 year ago
If sugar and spice and all things nice is what you seek, then Seducing the Playboy will satisfy your craving. With loveable characters, a light storyline and mouthwatering descriptions of all the culinary delights, it's fairly predictable but sexy and seductive. And be warned, don't make the same mistake I did and read if you are hungry, as whilst I was salivating over the description of the croquembouche, in reality I was begrudgingly munching my way through 2 slices of toast. Roman Gallagher has a reputation as a playboy. Sexy and stubborn, his food and his actions made my stomach growl in very different ways. But he has one rule; don't sleep where you eat and when his best friends younger sister turns up at his latest restaurant, never before has his mantra applied more. Pastry Chef Jenna Cooper is desperate to prevent her parents from selling the family restaurant. Flighty, determined and strong-willed she wants Roman's help. She's has a crush on him for years and is prepared to turn the heat up in the kitchen and the bedroom so they can mutually benefit in business and pleasure. But our playboy has a few surprising traits and Jenna finds her plan to seduce him not going quite the way she expected... It's one of those books that's brings delayed gratification. Jenna and Roman are easy to love and the fact that Roman wasn’t what I expected and that Jenna wasn’t afraid to call him on his crap made them more so. Their chemistry burns consistently bringing plenty of sexual tension and build-up but the real passion comes later on and together they were frustrating, fun and sexy with a romantic journey that had some lovely touching moments. It's definitely what I would call one of the 'gentler' books in the Brazen line, but is one I'd happily recommend. Amanda Usen has brought two great books in the series and I look forward to Betsy's story. (The first book Into the Fire runs parallel to this and whilst that is also a book I would recommend, Seducing the Playboy can easily be read as a standalone). I received a copy of this courtesy of Entangled Publishing for an honest and unbiased opinion
jeannietone More than 1 year ago
What do you get when you add, beach side restaurant, yummy deserts,  a hot chef and a determined pastry chef? You get a sexy and engaging story that will keep you reading and hoping that Jenna and Roman finally hit the sheets and get a happy ever after. Jenna is stubborn, impulsive, and won't take no for an answer.  Roman has rules, he learned them from his mother and he never breaks them. Jenna is no longer the little girl and Roman is playing for keeps. These two have so much push and pull it is sexually frustrating even for the reader... Which I loved. My heart broke for Jenna and Roman in this story... However I know that Jenna needed to do things by herself and actually grow up. Roman knew that and even when Jenna thought he didn't love her, he was hurting the same as her.  Great story... Loved it.. Would recommend to anyone who loves steamy sex and foodie stories
jljkjohnson More than 1 year ago
Wonderful book! Kept my attention all the way through, literaly could not put it down. 
Bette313 More than 1 year ago
Another incredible book from Amanda Usen! Jenna and Roman are such a fun couple and you can't help feeling hopeful. Well written with a host a great characters! Personally I hope I get to read a HEA for Max! I definitely recommend this one.
Kiwibooknerd More than 1 year ago
ARC Courtesy of Entangled Publishing This is the second book in this wonderful little series about chefs. pastry gods and all round geniuses in the kitchen. Jenna is a pastry goddess extraordinaire who wants to save her families ailing restaurant. Jenna loves their restaurant Coopers in her little hometown in New Jersey. She decides to enlist the help of her brothers best friend Roman who is a successful business man. She flies out to see him to make him a offer he cannot refuse. When she arrives at one of his beach front restaurants, she offers to help him with his dessert menu if he will give her tips on how to save Coopers. Roman is shocked to see Jenna and he also cant believe how beautiful she is. He is determined to keep his hands off of her at all costs, which will prove very difficult for this notorious playboy... Not to mention how her brother will skin him alive if he starts anything with her.... Can Jenna seduce Roman in order to obtain the information she needs, without loosing her heart and can Roman remain objective and not fall for the gutsy, determined and gorgeous pastry chef? All round sweet and sassy read that will leave your taste buds wanting more....
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The first half of thus book was pretty good, actually 3/4ths was good, but the last part of the book kinda fell off the track. It was boring, predictable & trite.
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Enjoyable
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