"In the small but expanding niche of foodie romance, Usen's debut rules the kitchen with lipsmacking prose and rowdy protagonists who put Iron Chef to shame...the pacing, emotion, and erotic exuberance all sparkle."
"In her superbly crafted debut, Usen blends together two realistically complicated protagonists, a well–realized culinary setting (complete with mouthwatering descriptions of food), and plenty of incendiary love scenes. The resulting literary dish is a smart, sexy, simply irresistible contemporary romance."
TALL, DARK & DELICIOUS
Joe Rafferty is just as mouthwatering as the food he cooks. But if he thinks he's going to waltz in and take over her kitchen, he's denser than a thick slice of chocolate ripple cheesecake. Marly has invested too much of her life in Chameleon to hand off the restaurant to someone elseespecially a cocky–as–all–get–out superstar chef. But there's no denying the man knows how to light her fire. Question is: Can she have the sizzle without feeling the burn?
"The title perfectly summarizes the feel of this book. Both the main characters and the culinary dishes are described in such a way that readers can practically taste, see and feel every word. Usen has a way with words and it translates to a solid storyline with great sex scenes."
RT Book Reviews, 4 Stars
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About 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. They live in Western New York with their three children and an ancient beagle.
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Marlene Bennet eased the water bath of crème brûlées out of the oven and ignored the ominous sounds of all hell breaking loose on the hot line. Her palm ached to wrap around the handle of a sauté pan. Her fingers itched to grab a pair of tongs and take control of the grill, but that wasn't her job anymore. She ruled the bakeshop now, and really, it was better this way. She gritted her teeth and kept her hands steady on the steaming hotel pan, taking slow, measured steps toward the baker's rack to avoid sloshing hot water on top of her custards.
She slid the tray home, smiling a little. Even though the urge to take action on the line traveled through her veins like napalm and nearly made her head explode, it couldn't detract from the pleasure she felt at the sight of a dozen beautifully set custards.
"Marlene!" Olivia's harsh shout turned her small smile into a grin.
She checked the croutons in the other oven and set five more minutes on the bakeshop timer. Croutons were sneaky. It was dangerous to leave them alone for too long.
"Marly! Get up here! I'm in the weeds!"
Marlene dodged around her rack and the stainless steel prep table, hung a sharp right, and scooted through the narrow hall. The dry heat smacked her in the face as she stepped behind the line, and she took a deep breath, tasting the air to see if anything was burning. The heat of the grill brought a welcome looseness to her tight muscles and a happy flush to her cheeks. Olivia, her boss and best friend, stood staring at a long line of tickets.
Marlene reached across her line of vision to set the timer in the hot-line window.
"What's cooking?" Olivia asked, olive-green eyes curious behind too-long, stick-straight bangs. She had the rest of her blond hair confined in a neat braid down her back. She was a straight-up kind of girl in most ways, actually. Her body was lean, her posture excellent. Even her earnest expression gave the impression of candor and linear thinking. The only thing to escape rigid control were her bangs, and Olivia did everything she could to contain them.
Marlene pulled a pair of tongs off the oven door, soothed by the feel of the familiar tool in her hand. "Croutons. Where's Keith?" She asked the obvious question. The board was full of tickets, but Olivia's husband was nowhere in sight. She kicked a pile of slick grilled vegetables, compliments of Keith no doubt, under the floor mat for later sweeping.
"Don't know, don't care."
"Yeah, right." Marly stuffed her craze of multi-colored brown curls beneath her toque. Her hair corkscrewed in five different directions on a tame day, and it was safe to say one or two pieces of cheesecake weren't going to help or hurt her figure. Luckily, lush was coming back in.
Olivia threw onions and peppers into her sizzling pans. "I'm not dragging Keith's sorry ass back up here today. He's working tonight. I only asked him to come in for lunch because Danny called in sick." She ducked to check the lone steak sizzling in the oven, and Marly hoped it was sweat, not tears, she wiped out of her eyes.
Her crouton timer buzzed, and a second later the one in the bakeshop went off too. "Hang on."
When she returned, Olivia picked up their conversation. "What are you doing tonight? Can you meet me at the bar after service?"
"At this pace, we can walk over together." Marlene flipped three chicken breasts on the grill, checked the board, pulled two pieces of salmon out of the cold drawer, seasoned and oiled them, then laid them on the hot side. The flames rose up, but she was already pulling down hot plates for the next table.
"Nah. We've only got sixty on the books tonight. I'll leave as soon as we plate the last reservation. Keith can close."
"If you can find him," Marlene said dryly, but not without sympathy. Not entirely.
Olivia pushed a plate into the window with a little more force than necessary and had to wipe the rim.
"You can't work double shifts forever, Olivia."
"I know. Neither can you. Just meet me at Johnny's around ten. I have a surprise for you." A smirk replaced her frown.
"I hate surprises," Marlene reminded her.
"You'll like this one."
Marlene narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms, leaning against the counter. She glanced meaningfully at the smoking grill and began to count backward from ten.
Olivia caved in time to save the salmon. "Joe Rafferty is coming through town tonight."
Marly laughed in delight as she flipped the fish. She had only seen Joe in person once, at Olivia's wedding, but she had paged through the wedding album countless times just to imagine him naked. Tall, dark, and delicious-even in two dimensions-Joe Rafferty had the kind of lethal sex appeal that made her think dirty thoughts, apparently not an uncommon reaction among women. According to Olivia's culinary school stories, he had slept with every available female, a few unavailable ones, three mail clerks, and at least one chef instructor during their two years at the Culinary Arts College. With rolling admissions twelve times a year, the number had been getting up there by the time he graduated. She imagined a night with Joe would be an experience to remember. Fondly.
Olivia brought her back to the present by sliding four hot plates in front of her. "He's on his way to California, but he's going to visit his dad in Kentucky first. Since New York's on the way, he's stopping in Norton. Think of it as a gift."
"I don't mean to sound ungrateful, but it took you long enough."
"The opportunity didn't present itself. I don't know why you're complaining. You have plenty of local guys to torture. You know Danny hasn't dated another woman since you slept with him, right?"
"Not my fault. Strip poker. I lost. What could I do?"
"Marly, you only lose on purpose, and poor Danny just works here to be near you."
Marlene shrugged, unrepentant. "You shouldn't have hired him."
"I would have been stupid not to hire him. He's a darn good grill cook. Do me a favor and stop having sex with him, though." Olivia gave her a censorious look. "That's what people usually do when they break up with someone. It's considered humane."
"Aw, but he looks so sad, and he asks so nicely."
"Hence Joe. Joe is not nice. You can't break his heart, and since you don't seem to have one, I don't have to worry about him breaking yours either. You guys are two sides of the same coin."
"How do you mean?" Marly put the plates in the window and buzzed the waiter for pick-up.
"Joe moves around the country like you move around Chameleon. He gets bored easily too."
Marly laughed, then realized Olivia was serious. "Are you kidding me?"
"What?" Olivia asked. "You aren't going to tell me you're sick of the bakeshop now too, are you?"
Marlene stared at her friend, deeply regretting that she had made up that lame excuse for quitting the hot line. How could Olivia not realize what was going on? They'd known each other for almost half their lives. No matter what Marly had said six months ago, Olivia should know better. Cooking was her life, and Keith Watson was a no-talent hack. Marly shook her head. "You know I love the bakeshop." And the restaurant. And her friend, although at the moment she wanted to strangle her.
"Good." Olivia stretched until her spine popped. "I've got to get prepped for tonight."
"Keith's coming back for his shift, right?"
Olivia nodded uncertainly. "You don't have to stay. Like I said, there's only sixty on the books."
"Sixty will turn into a hundred, and you know it," Marlene warned.
"Anthony can help."
"The salad boy? Yeah right. He's been working here, what? A week? Admit it. You need me."
Olivia sighed. "I'll get you out as soon as I can. Thanks, Marly. I know you don't want to be on the line, and I appreciate your help."
I don't want to be on the line with Keith. Marlene forced a smile to her lips but didn't say what she was thinking because her salmons were done and it was time to fire the next table. She was afraid she'd lose if she forced Olivia to choose between her and Keith. Wasn't that the way it always worked? Staying out of the fray in the bakeshop was getting more difficult by the day, but sharing the line with Keith was not an option. Despite his culinary degree, the man could not cook, and Olivia stood by her husband, seemingly oblivious. Marlene stopped that line of thought before it could hurt and concentrated on the orders.
Right here, right now, for this table, she could make it right. Her world would steady itself for the moment too, thanks to the satisfying lunch rush. She'd get her fix.
"Fire table six," Marlene said, taking control of the board as another flurry of tickets hit the spike.
When the rush died down, Marlene returned to the bakeshop with a happy buzz of anticipation rolling around her brain. Joe Rafferty was coming through town tonight. How perfect was that? No fuss, no muss-just a good time with no expectations of commitment. Some might call that shallow, but her absentee dad and three stepfathers had taught her that low expectations were rarely disappointed. She brushed crouton crumbs into the trash can and wiped down the butcher-block table with hot, sudsy water, scrubbing at hardened chocolate residue as she tuned in to the late-afternoon waiter chatter.
"Better hope Olivia cooks it," she heard Shane, her favorite server, declare as he breezed into the back room, closely followed by Beth, his new trainee.
"Cooks what?" Marlene automatically asked.
Shane dropped his tray in the adjacent wait station and began pulling lunch salads from the reach-in while Beth filled two sidecars with the house dressing. Beth was eager and very young, dewy even, but Marlene liked her anyway.
Shane lounged against the table while Beth began to slice bread for the baskets. "Keith is out front chatting up the tables again. I was telling young Beth here that if the customer wants the best paella this side of Spain, she better hope Olivia cooks it." He paused. "Tuck your thumb in. I don't have time to take you to the emergency room." Beth moved her thumb out of the path of the serrated blade and blushed.
"Be nice," Marlene chastised him.
"I'll be nice as long as I don't have to wait for my plates. But that ain't gonna happen. 'Cause Keith is off again, and this time I don't think he's in the dining room, if you know what I mean." Shane gave Marlene a loaded look. "Oh well, at least my paella won't taste like a shoe on fire, even if I do have to make my own drinks."
"What do you mean, Shane?" Marlene gave him her own meaningful look, an evil dominatrix glare no gay man could resist.
"Let's just say I'd stay out of the dry storage room if I were you. Wouldn't want to catch something nasty." Shane swept toward the dining room, enjoying his exit line, carrying salads, bread, and a confused Beth along with him.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
That floozy bartender had been trouble from the minute she walked in the door wearing fake eyelashes and bright pink lipstick. Every time Nikki walked by, Marlene expected her platform heels to light up like stripper shoes. Keith wouldn't dare fool around while his wife was on the premises, would he?
Marlene wiped her hands on her rag and slipped out of the bakeshop.
She could hear Olivia safely calling back orders from behind the line, and the late servers were busy watering tables. No one witnessed her slick, Pink Pantheresque tiptoe down the back hall. She stepped around the dry goods delivery and silently opened the door to dry storage.
Spices, garlic, and just the faintest hint of damp, earthy potatoes perfumed the air. The small room was divided into three sections by tall, stainless steel, commercial shelving. Above the onions and potatoes on the bottom shelf, large cans of tomato puree, clam juice, and just about everything else under the sun blocked Marlene's line of sight. She edged forward. In the split second before she stepped around the last bank of shelving, she hoped the rhythmic bumping sound she heard was the dish machine echoing down the short hallway.
No such luck.
Keith was hip deep all right, boning away, his checked pants around his ankles. Nikki was braced on the broken ice machine with her eyes shut and her mouth open, holding on for dear life as her high heels clacked together behind Keith's back.
Marlene couldn't stifle a snort. He still had his chef coat on, for God's sake. Now that was lazy. "Zip it up, buddy. You are so busted."
Nikki's eyes snapped open, and Keith's butt tensed. They froze, mid-bump, which made Marlene laugh until she heard a sharp intake of breath behind her left shoulder. Her heart dropped into free fall as Olivia's quiet voice cut the sudden silence.
"You're fired too, Keith. And homeless. Get out of my restaurant. Get out of my house. I'm so finished with all of this." Her disgusted wave encompassed the sweaty pair, the dry storage room, the restaurant, the whole damn state of New York. Marlene swallowed the sudden lump in her throat and blinked away the flash of hot tears. She felt guilty for being fiercely glad Keith had finally done something Olivia couldn't ignore. Without Keith, things would get back to normal around Chameleon. The restaurant had suffered enough under his hands and, damn it, so had Olivia, whether she knew it or not.
Keith scrambled to yank up his pants, eyes wide over his shoulder. "Livy, you've got it all wrong-" he began.
Olivia shook her head slowly. "Don't even start. I'm not stupid, and I know this isn't the first time. But I am done. Just get out. I'd rather do every goddamn job in this place by myself than pretend you're not a waste of space for one more minute. I mean, you couldn't even wait until service was over?" She checked her wristwatch. "You couldn't keep your dick in your pants for another hour, give or take your smoke breaks? It's asking a lot, I know. Well, don't let me stop you now. You two can finish in the parking lot"-her hard gaze swung to Nikki-"which is where I'm sure you've had most of your experience."
Nikki's dark eyes shot wide at the insult, but Olivia turned her back before she could respond. "Get them out of here, will you?" she threw over her shoulder as she walked swiftly back down the hall toward the line.
Marlene heard Shane call another late order, and Olivia answered back, way too calmly. "Do you think I'm fired too?" Nikki asked, bouncing her boobs back into her hot pink, front-clasp bra. Thank God she'd already pulled her skirt back down. Marlene had seen enough for one day.
"I think that's a safe assumption," she replied.
Nikki glared at Keith. "You are going to be in so much trouble." He flinched as her fake nail stabbed him in the shoulder. She gave him another quick shove before she flounced out the door, making good time despite her impractical shoes.
Marlene eyed Keith, who was still fumbling with his zipper.
Two years ago, when Olivia had brought him home, he had possessed a wiry, whipcord strength under his culinary school padding and a relentless charm that was hard to resist. Now, like many other night chefs, he was blurred around the edges from too much rich food and too many late nights at the bar. His charm had dissipated too.
"She can't fire me! I own half this restaurant!" Saliva flew from his wet lips.
"Are you sure?" Chameleon had been a graduation present, not a wedding present, and she wondered gleefully what the courts would have to say about that.
"You have to talk to Olivia for me. She listens to you." A fact Keith had never been happy about before this day. "It will never happen again. This was the last time."
Unbelievable. She shook her head. "Are you kidding me? I'd never take your side in this." He hadn't even apologized, for God's sake. "We've been covering your ass for way too long."
"You're just jealous because I went to culinary school, and you didn't. Chameleon is the only game you've got," he shot back with a sneer.
"Hardly. Any restaurant in town would have me."
"You mean every chef in town has had you."
"At least I'm not married, asshole."
Keith finally got his pants fastened and brushed past her, all righteous indignation and bruised ego, still trying to bluff like a kid caught cheating on an exam instead of a grown man cheating on his wife. "I'll be back," he said.
"No worries." Marlene trailed him to the parking lot. "I'll cover your shifts."
He flipped her the bird, and she returned his sentiment with a double thumbs up before heading back into the restaurant to find Olivia.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Marlene Bennett is the pastry chef at Chameleon, a restaurant owned by her childhood friend, Olivia. When Olivia¿s husband Keith is caught in the cold room with his pants down and fired, Marlene thinks this is her chance to take over the line operation. Instead, Olivia brings in hunky chef Joe Rafferty. Marlene and Joe strike sparks from the beginning but they both have issues with trust and it takes some time for them to connect. Marlene resents his being at the restaurant and Joe judges her by her easy- going relationships with other men at the restaurant. When several things go wrong in the restaurant, Joe thinks Marley is still trying to undermine him, but eventually they realize that something more serious is happening. Olivia cannot seem to get it together and waffles about whether she should bring Keith back or sell the restaurant. Joe and Marlene have to work together (other than just in bed) to achieve their hearts desire. I always enjoy a book about foodies. There is so much that goes on in the back that we do not ever see and it is a lot of work for the staff to keep it that way. Marlene and Joe are both dedicated to their work and very similar in their personal life. It is interesting that Joe denigrates Marley for being sexually active when he is the same. On the other hand, Marlene gives him grief about his relationship with his father and she has a terrible one with her own father. Both characters have to let go of the baggage if they want to be together. External issues add to the stress on the relationship but the ending is satisfying and realistic. This was an enjoyable book and I look forward to future offerings by Ms. Usen.
Amanda Usen’s debut novel Scrumptious is all that and more. Marlene Bennet may not classically trained as a chef but she knows her way around a kitchen like no one else. Marly has invested her self in helping her friend Olivia make her families restaurant Chameleon thrive. She is most certainly not going to let Olivia’s friend chef Joe Rafferty take over as head chef. Even though he is only going to be in town for a short time. Joe Rafferty drops by his friend Olivia Watson’s restaurant just when Olivia needs help. He agrees to stay for a few weeks until Olivia can find another chef. Luck would have it he has to work with the sexy and talented Marly Bennet, just when he vows no more bad girls. He made a promise to his dying mother that he would find a woman that is a keeper. Marly has good time girl written all over her. Working side by side at Chameleon has Joe and Marly giving into temptation. Their chemistry is hotter then any spicy dish on the menu. But there is someone trying to sabotage the restaurants reputation. Can these two join forces to save the day and fight for true love? Scrumptious is a funny, sexy and food for the soul book. These two characters have flaws and baggage like real people. I thoroughly enjoyed their dance around each other rather it was in the kitchen or between the sheets. You could just feel like you knew them and wanted them to work things out to get their happy ending. I am glad I spotted this book and picked it up to read. Looking forward to this new author’s next book.
Marlene Bennett is the pastry chef at Chameleon, a restaurant owned by her childhood friend, Olivia. When Olivia¿s husband Keith is caught in the cold room with his pants down and fired, Marlene thinks this is her chance to take over the line operation. Instead, Olivia brings in hunky chef Joe Rafferty. Marlene and Joe strike sparks from the beginning but they both have issues with trust and it takes some time for them to connect. Marlene resents his being at the restaurant and Joe judges her by her easy- going relationships with other men at the restaurant. When several things go wrong in the restaurant, Joe thinks Marley is still trying to undermine him, but eventually they realize that something more serious is happening. Olivia cannot seem to get it together and waffles about whether she should bring Keith back or sell the restaurant. Joe and Marlene have to work together (other than just in bed) to achieve their hearts desire.I always enjoy a book about foodies. There is so much that goes on in the back that we do not ever see and it is a lot of work for the staff to keep it that way. Marlene and Joe are both dedicated to their work and very similar in their personal life. It is interesting that Joe denigrates Marley for being sexually active when he is the same. On the other hand, Marlene gives him grief about his relationship with his father and she has a terrible one with her own father. Both characters have to let go of the baggage if they want to be together. External issues add to the stress on the relationship but the ending is satisfying and realistic. This was an enjoyable book and I look forward to future offerings by Ms. Usen.
Very nice story. Loved seeing how a restaurant works from the chef's point of view.
I loved this book it was great, I loved how the story unfolds and how the characters come together. Its is definitely hot in the kitchen
Decent, fun story.
Refreshing romance that pulls at your heart strings and hot steamy sessions that leave you breathless! Mixing love of food and sex is fun
I selected this book after devouring, and I mean inhaling like the books would self-destruct, Louisa Edwards's Rising Star Chef series. The synopsis sounded like a cute, fun book. And since there was sure to be at least one hot chef, I took the plunge. Needless to say, I wasn't disappointed. Marlene and Joe don't get along in the beginning. The antagonistic relationship between the two of them was humorous and endearing at the same time. It was obvious that they were perfect for each other, and fun watching them figure it out. Marlene is a head strong heroine who doesn't want to let her best friend walk over her again, but can't seem to find a nice way to stop it from happening. She's worked in Olivia's kitchen for years, but Olivia seems to overlook Marly's natural talent. When Olivia brings in Joe to help out Marly tries to show him up by setting Joe up to fail. Unfortunately, it makes her look worse and adds doubt to Olivia's worries. Doubt that Marly can be the head chef of the restaurant. But Joe doesn't miss Marly's talent. Once Joe and Marly begin working together they not only find the chemistry they share to be undeniable, but they are able to help Olivia in ways other than just keeping the restaurant running. Together they solve the sabotage mystery caused by Olivia's ex and learn secrets about each other. There's more to Joe than meets the eye, and following Marly as she figures this out not only made my heart open to Joe, but hope for the best for Marly. Thank goodness romances guarantee some kind of happily ever after (or for now)! This is a great read, especially if like a little food added in. Marly and Joe are perfect for each other, and the journey they take to figure that out isn't one to miss. I'd recommend this book for sure! P.S. Even if you aren't crazy about the whole cooking, chef thing, there's enough "other" in the book you're sure to be hooked.
I really enjoyed this book! It was great, so great in fact that i have read it a dozen times!
Best love story i have read in a while
Hands down one of the best books I have read. I was hooked after the first two pages and couldn't put it down. The characters are so well written and the stroy line perfect. Can't wait for the next book and I'm sure it will be great. You can't go wrong buying this book you will be happy you did.
2.5 Stars~ Hero: 3/10 Heroine: 7/10 Sizzle: 4/10 Romance: 4/10 Humor: 2/10 Secondary Characters: 8/10 End: 4/10 Pace: 4/10 This started out really good. Pace was fast, story was interesting, characters were good. I was really impressed. But as the book progressed, all of that seemed to disappear. Pace took the biggest hit, and there was many times I was bored reading the book. In the second half, I was pretty annoyed with most of what I was reading. Especially with how the hero constantly referred to the heroine as a slut. Even after they had been together for awhile… Marly was hit and miss with me. Sometimes she was really cool and others I felt she needed to take a walk off a cliff. But I loved her interactions with Olivia. Their friendship seemed pretty legit and it was the saving grace of the book for me. Also, I really could have done without all the poker/cooking lingo. Most of it went over my head and came off as gibberish. There's a few more insignificant things that either worked for me or annoyed me, but not enough to factor into my rating really. Overall, it was okay… it just didn't float my boat, but I finished it. It might work for fans of food themed contemporary romances though.
The book was so dull that I did not finish reading it.
From the first page till the last, this book dragged on and on. I couldn't really enjoy it for a multitude of reasons. To start, I couldn't really enjoy a romance that's main characters thought about nothing more then sex, sex with just about everyone. Plus, who wants a best friend that thinks so little of you? After seeing the cover I wanted so badly to love this book but couldn't. For me, it was a wasted read.