His Delectable Cook

His Delectable Cook

by Cerise DeLand

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ISBN-13: 9781781843857
Publisher: Totally Entwined Group Ltd
Publication date: 07/26/2013
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 37
Sales rank: 342,705
File size: 238 KB
Age Range: 18 Years

About the Author

What’s a gal to do to if she lives deep in the heart of Texas, travels often everywhere, and adores Paris, Florence, London, Tokyo and all points east and west?

Ah.

She becomes an author who can write about those romantic places. With a passion for cowboys, spies, rakes, knights in shining armor and their gutsy women, Cerise DeLand is an author who adores an alpha male with a tender heart and a need for a smoldering erotic love affair with the right woman!

Cerise is a Top 20 Best Selling author on Amazon with more than three dozen works published in erotic romance, and she is also an award-winning author of mystery, mainstream and romance with St. Martin’s Press, Pocket Books and Kensington. Her books are on numerous book clubs, including Featured Selections of The Mystery Guild, Doubleday and Rhapsody. And when she isn’t dreaming up fiction or traveling? Cerise is a fabulous cook and an avid history buff.

Busy lady. Happy writer.

Read an Excerpt

Bess Deveraux stood before her new employer, prim as a blushing bride, which she most definitely was not, and proud as the virago she wished to become. And all because the man she faced was precisely the type of master she had yearned for since she'd first discovered the joys her body could give her six long years ago. He embodied all the essential qualities she desired in a lord and master—he was handsome, self- possessed, filthy rich and scandal- ridden. At the moment, he was also astonished at her appearance before him. The tick in his left cheek told that tale.

"Mrs O'Brien assures me you are qualified for my household." Lord Taryn Wentworth sat, loose- boned and maddeningly louche, in a large leather chair, examining her from across his sun-dappled library. The rogue controlled himself so well—too well. Far beyond Bess' expectations. After all, she knew he had always hated surprises, especially ones she'd concocted.

Bess flushed with pride. Convincing the acerbic housekeeper to choose Bess for the cook's position had been quite the gauntlet, but she had succeeded. The servant had riddled her with questions for hours about her previous experience and employers.

"She informs me you are experienced with supper parties and balls." Crossing one long, well- muscled leg over the other, Wentworth pursed his full lips together as his searing sapphire eyes assessed her chin, her throat and her bosom in the cook's shapeless white attire.

At his gravelly bass voice, Bess refrained from shifting on her feet as her nipples peaked high and hard against the rough cotton of her new uniform. She'd been right not to have donned a corset this morning. Nor worn any pantalets. After all, she had taken this position to be free of all social restraints.

"Bess! Do answer his lordship," Mrs O'Brien chastised her to respond to the man who had recently inherited this Mayfair house, an older pile in Dorset, an earldom and twenty thousand a year income.

Bess locked eyes with him, the rogue. "I was not aware it was a question."

"Careful, girl," O'Brien growled.

Bess caught his lordship fighting a smile. "Yes, of course. Pardon me, Went—" No, not so familiar, Bess! "Sorry, my lord. I am very accomplished at preparing party menus. Game, beef, puddings."

"Red snapper?"

Bess suppressed a chuckle at his lewd reference. How like the scoundrel to try to make her laugh. "I have it on good authority that my fish is superbly prepared. Always in a savoury sauce."

He rubbed his lower lip with the tip of one index finger. "How are your sweet things?"

When properly prepared? "They melt in your mouth."

"Tempting," he conceded, with a tour of her body from generous breasts to tiny waist and the length of her legs. She had heard his eyes could scald and titillate. Her cunny swelled with the proof. "And what of your cakes? Do you work with chocolate?"

"I can bake one for you, my lord."

"Frosted?"

Irritable and commanding this morning, are we, my lord Wentworth? Hmm. "Of course. Marzipan. Vanilla glaze. Whatever you—"

"What do you do with strawberries? Peaches?"

The devil. Her nipples pebbled like strawberries. Eager to have those luscious lips of his sucking them. And her peaches? She squeezed her pussy walls together. Yes. Her peaches were plump and ready to be bitten into. "Such delicacies, I offer ripe and sugared with—"

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
And I actually like Cerise DeLand, will continue to purchase the books. But I've NO clue what this is!! It made NO sense AT ALL... there is no erotica and it is in NO way worth 4 bucks..... WOW!!
Evita_P More than 1 year ago
What an intriguing story, I didn’t figure it out until close to the end. Bess applies to be Lord Taryn Wentworth’s cook, but they aren’t strangers to each other. She was hoping to be able to reconnect with him and holy double entendre’s batman loved that scene when he was interviewing her. She provides a delightful breakfast the next day, not only for him but for his butler and footman, who incidentally get to share some of those delights. That table was used for more than eating, a cooks job is never done until she has seen to their pleasure. Wentworth comes to the rescue her to restore her heritage, when she was badly treated by her greedy relatives. Truly enjoyed their happy ending, I’m a sucker for lines like when she says that the hope of seeing him again kept her alive!