A hard-headed, hard-bodied businessman falls for the gorgeous restaurateur he's been hired to ruin in USA Today bestselling author Lisa Plumley's unforgettable new novel.
Tantalizing. Hot. And mouthwateringly delicious. The pizzas at the Portland restaurant chain Shane Maresca is secretly priming for takeover are all that and more. Unfortunately for him, so is Gabriella Grimani, the business owner's daughter. He had no idea who she was when they had their first X-rated one night stand. Now she's all he can think about. For someone whose career hinges on ruthlessness, that's a slice of disaster.
Tough, take-charge Gabby intends to put her family's restaurants back in the black, and that means no distractions. But somehow Shane keeps getting to the part of her that no one else sees--enticing her to lean on him. To trust him. That could be the biggest mistake Gabby and her business ever made. . .or a recipe for something truly spectacular. . .
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"Laugh-out-loud. . . This sweet romance tugs at the heartstrings from the beginning and doesn't let up until the final page."--Publishers Weekly
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About the Author
When she's not reading romances, Lisa can usually be found writing one. "I feel lucky to have the greatest job on earth," she says, "creating stories I hope will touch readers' hearts, spark their imaginations…and tickle their funny bones, too." Her work includes contemporary romantic comedies, western historical romances, and stories in time-travel romance anthologies.
Lisa lives in sunny Arizona with her husband and two children, and in her free time maintains her author website, reads romances and research books by the dozen, practices yoga, and spends time with her family—hiking in the mountains and deserts of Arizona, visiting ghost towns and historical sites, and watching classic movies.
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By Lisa Plumpley
KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.Copyright © 2013 Lisa Plumley
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Portland, Oregon April 20th: Prep Phase
This wasn't going to be an ordinary assignment.
It was going to be a test of everything Shane Maresca believed in.
He realized that fact too late to do anything about it, of course. Quitting wasn't an option. By the time he noticed that something ... weird was going on with him, he was already committed—hip deep in research, reconnaissance, and placement.
In the case of Portland, research meant cracking open the dossier left him by the previous "fixer" who'd taken on this job—and then failed to complete it. Reconnaissance meant scoping out the city's quaint blocks, lush green trees, and idiosyncratic residents. Placement meant situating himself in a high-rise luxury apartment downtown where he'd be comfortable enough—and secluded enough—to do what needed to be done for his latest freelance consulting job.
He had to bring this in cleanly. There was a lot at stake.
That's why, when the dreadlocked and tattooed barista at the coffeehouse nodded at Shane, motioned him away from the shop's busy line, and handed Shane his triple ristretto espresso along with a friendly "On the house today. Enjoy!" Shane could only boggle at him. Yes, he'd ordered the same thing the past three mornings in a row. No, he wasn't exactly undercover here in Bridgetown. Not yet, anyway. Still, the barista had prepped and pulled his coffee order before Shane had even given it.
"You're practically a regular." The barista shrugged his burly shoulders. "We take care of our regulars."
Shane raised his cup in acknowledgment. "Thanks."
Then the weird thing happened. Shane smiled at the barista. It wasn't his usual professional mischief-maker's smile, either. It was a genuine smile. It was a smile that felt connected. Heartfelt. Spontaneous, even. For someone like Shane, who'd fought his way to success in true Dickensian rags-to-riches fashion, that was the freakiest thing of all.
A spontaneous smile? While on the job, Shane didn't do things that were spontaneous. That's why he always succeeded.
Well, that ... and his inborn talent for causing trouble.
Shane didn't do spontaneity. Especially not when it came to revealing his feelings. That didn't pay. As much as Shane liked risks, he wasn't stupid enough to risk being vulnerable—and that's exactly what grinning like a loon made him. Vulnerable.
Realizing what he'd done left him seriously spooked.
Generally, Shane regarded the world with suspicion. It paid him right back with hard times, setbacks, and punches to the face. He was used to that. These days, he usually got in a few good kicks himself. But ever since he'd set up shop in Portland ...
Well, ever since he'd arrived, things had been weird. That was the only way to describe what had been happening to him.
Like a cartoon hero in a freaking Disney film, Shane found himself strolling through sun-splashed, American elm-lined park blocks with a whistle on his lips. He found himself loving the sound of chirping birds in the morning, savoring the tantalizing smells coming from Portland's signature food carts, and embracing every lungful of clean, refreshing springtime air. He marveled at the rosebushes blooming beside the freeways (which thrived despite the traffic thrumming past), and he seriously contemplated shucking his usual suit and wingtips for a pair of Timberlands so he could explore the trails near Multnomah.
That's why Shane's encounter with the barista was the last straw. He was not planning to become a regular--especially not in a place where he'd come to wreak havoc (professionally speaking) on another local business. He meant to remain separate. Impartial. As flinty as the goddamned snowcapped mountain peaks outside, which were visible for miles on a clear day like today.
Striving for that stone-cold ideal, Shane scowled. Ordinarily, six-foot-six bouncers quailed in the face of his scowls. They were among Shane's most useful expressions.
In response, the barista gave a genial nod. "Catch you on the flipside." Then he waved before going back to his machine.
Hell. Not only had Shane been made ... he'd been welcomed.
"I won't be back." Damn it. He'd have to find another coffeehouse. But before he did ...
Shane inhaled deeply of the place's earthy, roasted Yemen Bani Mattari and Sulawesi Toraja coffees, cast a hasty glance at the hipster types waiting in line, then strode to the front. He slid a hundred-dollar bill toward the counter worker. Shane angled his head at the people waiting. "I've got theirs."
The coffeehouse employee stared at his money. Shane half expected the counter worker to accuse him of passing a counterfeit bill. Or shoplifting a pastry. Or something befitting the juvenile delinquent he'd once been.
Instead ... "You're offering to buy everyone's coffee?"
Rapidly, Shane calculated the potential incoming orders. He nodded. "Yeah." He set down his coffee, then went back to his wallet for another bill. "Plus tips. Have a nice day."
The inevitable buzz kicked up as he strode toward the doors, triple ristretto in hand. Murmurs whooshed through the line. Customers nudged one another. A flannel-wearing stoner type saluted him. Two women wearing workout gear smiled at him.
Shane couldn't stop. If he did, he had the unwelcome sensation that he'd want to take up permanent residence in this rain-spackled Shangri-la. After that, who knew? He might start getting to know his neighbors, trimming his own rosebushes, and being recognized by every barista. He couldn't let that happen.
He was supposed to be getting to know his target, preparing for a corporate takedown that would benefit Shane first and the international company his wealthy father sat on the board of most of all. If Shane was lucky, this job would squash the pervasive sense of grimness he felt. It would make him feel something besides a fierce resolve to win and an urge to prove he hadn't just "gotten lucky," the way everyone told him he had.
If he could wipe out that phrase from his own personal lexicon, Shane figured he might have a shot at happiness. Or at least at not feeling as if he were under attack all the time.
You got lucky. No. What'd he'd gotten was tricked. Tricked into believing things could be different for him ... when he should have known that with him as a constant, things would remain screwed up—no matter how many privileges and wins came his way.
This time, Shane swore as he left the coffeehouse and reached the busy sidewalk outside, things would be different.
This time, he would get in, get out, and get the job done with even more detachment than usual. This time, he would triumph, as ruthlessly as necessary ... just as soon as he scrounged up some money for Aussie Bill, the homeless guy who hung out between the coffeehouse, Pioneer Square, and Shane's apartment.
As Shane nodded hello to Aussie Bill and then dropped some money in his battered trumpet case, he suddenly realized what he was doing. A fresh wave of disgruntlement swept over him.
He knew the homeless guy's name. Hell. What had happened to the kick-ass "fixer" everyone in his business respected and feared? What had happened to the guy who could (and did) solve business problems, maximize opportunities, and take down competitors? Someone had to drive down prices during takeovers.
Until now, that someone had been Shane. He'd turned his flair for being sent to detention at a record number of schools into a knack for surreptitiously "fixing" things behind the scenes for the benefit of CEOs and corporate raiders. At thirty-six, he was at the top of his game. He couldn't turn soppy now.
Aussie Bill gave him a grimy grin. "See ya tomorrow?"
Unexpectedly, that same feeling of being welcomed swept over Shane. In Portland, he actually felt wanted—needed for more than his ability to derail a potential business partnership or wrangle a letter of resignation from an unpopular executive.
"No. I'm starting a new job tomorrow." Shane held up his hand toward Aussie Bill in a farewell. "Stay out of trouble."
Bill gave a raspy chuckle. "You too, mate!"
"Trouble's my middle name." Shane couldn't see any reason not to be honest. "I don't know who I'd be without it."
"Only one way to find out, mate. Quit it, that's how."
Quit? Shane could hardly fathom the idea. But as he headed away, making himself disappear among the onrush of pedestrian commuters at the TriMet stop, he suddenly wished he could. He wished he could quit causing trouble and just be for a while.
But since that wasn't going to happen ...
Well, he'd just have to make the best of things. If he played his cards right, Shane told himself as he approached his home-for-the-moment, the mayhem he created might even be fun.
After all, everyone was good at something. Shane Maresca was good at orchestrating chaos. He'd made his reputation on it.
There were hours to go before the 5:00 opening time at her family's pizzeria, Campania, and already Gabriella Grimani felt overwhelmed. Which was disappointing for a number of reasons, not the least of which was that she prided herself on getting things done. She always had. Originator of her middle school math squad, captain of her high school soccer team, and sought-after study-group leader during her years earning an MBA at Portland State University and a bonus degree from culinary school, Gabriella had always found a way to guide her chosen teams to victory. Her parents joked that she'd been born on her own darn schedule and had started bossing around the hospital nurses straightaway. That story wasn't far from the truth.
Whether wearing diapers or kitchen clogs, Gabriella knew what she wanted. She knew exactly how she wanted it. She didn't mind speaking her mind to let people know about that.
Not that doing so had helped her much lately.
In fact, it had landed her in a whole heap of trouble.
Maybe that's why, while Gabriella was still running around doing her usual morning routine, she started imagining things.
It started off innocently enough. She'd gotten up (relatively) early for a head-clearing run. She'd refueled afterward with Stumptown coffee and marionberry pancakes at the café down the street from her house. Then she'd bicycled to the Wednesday farmers market to see what had been newly harvested.
As a restaurateur, it was important for her to network with her local farmers, suppliers, and vendors. It was good for her to know what they had on offer at any given time. As a pizzaiolo who made traditional "Nonna-style" pizzas, Gabriella didn't have much need for produce beyond tomatoes, basil, button mushrooms, and garlic. Truffles, shitakes, and fiddlehead ferns were out. But as she wandered through the market that morning, examining the green spring lettuces, newly dug leeks, berries, and freshly baked baguettes, Gabriella couldn't help wishing she could expand Campania's menu. Just a little. Just enough to remain competitive in the Pacific Northwest's up-and-coming food scene.
Predictably, that traitorous thought made the hallucinations kick in. Because one minute, Gabriella was dreaming up mushroom bruschetta with arugula and a drizzle of hazelnut oil ... and the next she was seeing her father, the longtime head of her family's chain of local pizzerias, ducking behind the piled-up boxes at a central Oregon dairy's cheese stall. What the ...?
Her father should have been at home. Resting. Those were his doctor's strict orders. After the ordeal Robert Grimani had been through while trying to keep their family's pizzerias afloat during a takeover bid, he'd begun having chest pains. His doctor had prescribed medication for his elevated blood pressure, then had ordered him to "cut the stress." Knowing how impossible doing that would be for her husband of thirty-five years, Donna Grimani had phoned Gabriella for help. Immediately after getting that call, Gabriella had ended her self-imposed exile in the coastal Oregon town of Astoria and come home to Portland.
Home to run Campania ... and to see her mother now scurrying away behind a five-foot-tall stack of boxed farm-fresh eggs?
Frowning in confusion, Gabriella followed her. She had to be imagining this. She knew her parents were probably both at home, in the same house Gabriella had grown up in, reading actual paper newspapers and watching television. Maybe, if they were feeling really frisky, they were puttering in their garden.
They definitely had no reason to be casing the farmers market. Or to be hiding from Gabriella if they saw her. Sure, things had been ... strained among the three of them, ever since Gabriella's legendary showdown with her father. But they were all adults. Gabriella had come home to do the right thing. In time, all would be forgiven. Right? Wasn't that how things went?
As Gabriella rounded the next corner, she caught a mushroom purveyor giving her a perplexed look ... and realized she was actually skulking around trying to catch her parents, as if they were hiding from her in a colossal (and imaginary) game of hide-and-seek. She straightened. This was ridiculous.
It didn't take a Freudian psychologist to know what was really going on here.
She was worried her parents wouldn't forgive her. End of story.
Too bad that insight didn't make Gabriella feel any better. Neither did knowing that she hadn't even been aware of the takeover attempt her father had been fighting until it was too late. No one had told her. After the final face-off that had caused their estrangement, Gabriella had deliberately tuned out from the pizza world. Unfortunately, her father had apparently done the same thing. Distracted and distressed—but too stubborn to hammer out a truce with Gabriella—he hadn't overseen all his pizzerias quite as diligently as he ordinarily would have. As far as Gabriella could tell, that misstep had led directly to their family's business becoming vulnerable to a buyout bid.
In a sense, the whole horrible snowball of events was all Gabriella's fault. At least it felt that way to her.
But still ... hallucinations? It was either that, or her parents really had just given her the slip. Inexplicably. They definitely weren't anywhere in sight anymore.
Ordinarily, Gabriella was much tougher than this. The pressure must be getting to her. If she didn't let off some steam soon ...
"Hey, Gabriella!" The mushroom guy held up his hand. "How's it going? Are you guys planning to reopen Reggio soon? It's the pizzeria closest to my house. I hate seeing it shuttered."
"Me, too." The Grimanis owned six pizzerias throughout Portland. All were named after cities the Grimani family had once lived in in Italy. Reggio, Abruzzo, Tropea, Salerno, and Benevento were temporarily closed, thanks to the expenses her father had incurred while trying to fight the takeover. Now, only Campania remained to carry on the family tradition. "If everything goes according to plan, I'll have the other pizzerias up and running soon." She eyed the mushroom vendor, belatedly recognizing him. "If you have any leads on kitchen staff looking for work, send them my way. Staffing's been a beast."
"Yeah. I heard you've been having problems since you came back." Idly, he rearranged a basket of chanterelles. "It's not that surprising. Nobody wants to work for a bad house."
"Campania isn't bad!" Gabriella was shocked he would say so. Especially to her. "None of our pizzerias are--"
"Ever going to reopen?"
"—bad." Surprised by his hostility, Gabriella regrouped. Obviously, she'd missed something here. He'd sounded friendly enough at first, but she'd been distracted. Evidently, she'd misinterpreted him. "As soon as I get my feet under me—"
"You'll run away to Astoria again?"
His bitter tone made Gabriella frown. Her split from the Grimanis' pizzeria business was pretty well known around town. Especially in foodservice circles. But that didn't mean she deserved to be attacked this way. She had an urge to hit back—say, with a snarky comment about his foraged mushrooms—but decided not to. Being defensive and combative wouldn't help. She needed to be smart. So she squared her shoulders and faced this situation the same way she did everything else in life.
"Exactly what is your problem with me?"
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So Irresistible by Lisa Plumley I have read some of the author's other works and enjoyed them so was happy to learn of her new one. This one starts out with Gabriella who's returned from her coffeehouse where she is able to select the food she wants to make and serve. She's back in the family fold again because they are in dire straits-they need her to save what is left of the family pizzerias. There's only one left out of a handful. She's having a hard time keeping workers and she blows off steam one night at the bar that her workers frequent after hours. She meets up with Shane Marcesa and has the time of their lives sexually. She is surprised when it's him that shows up the next day. He wants to trail her so she hires him, to learn all the jobs on the way up the ladder....he's there for his family, things they need... something happens over time to make him change his mind but is he too late? Very steamy sex scenes. Love hearing about the process of making the store whole-ambiance, ratio of water, yeast, temperatures, etc. Lots of action, mystery and adventure. Love all the recipes. I received this book from The Kennsington Books in exchange for my honest review
Lisa Plumley's So Irresistible mixes together pizza with HOT & steamy romance for a sexy & fun romance Portland, Oregon must be hipster heaven. I've always wanted to visit and Lisa Plumley in her new novel, So Irresistible, gives the reader a perfect taste of this quirky and fun Northwest city. I really enjoyed So Irresistible once I became familiar with the author's pace. Sometimes I wished that there was a bit more sense of the pizzeria that Gabby (Gabriella) is trying to save from the jaws of financial meltdown - while fighting a hidden saboteur. Who's doing the damage? Is it the number one "fixer," Shane Maresca, who's quite HOT and is Gabby's first one-night-stand as she tries to blow off some tension? Well the heat between them probably melted all that tension away, but Shane is still the guy who's out to secure a purchase of her families pizza chain - at all costs. Somehow, I never thought that corporate spies would target a mom and pop pizza chain for the families secret of preparing pizza dough and sauce, but in So Irresistible that's a fact. I enjoyed seeing the heroine grow beyond the resentment of her perceived "betrayal" by leaving her family and their employees high and dry after a disagreement with her father - and how Shane's a positive influence on her. But it's hard to say, even mid-way through the book what will happen. And that's a good thing as those pages keep turning. Plumley's recipe of mixing romance, some hot and steamy scenes, sabotage, and threats may rival the Sunday sauce, but I still would have loved a recipe for that! This is a fun contemporary romance novel that's a fairly quick read and I think most will enjoy. I received an eARC from the publisher through NetGalley for use in this review.
My rating: 4 of 5 ¿¿ Gabriella Grimani grew up steeped in Italian tradition, which included her family owned pizzeria chain in Portland that was passed down through generations of pizzaiolos. After a brief falling out with her father over visions for the pizzeria's future, Gabby has returned to attempt to rescue the family business from a forced corporate buy-out, but in order to do that, she will have to make sure to get the creditors of their backs. And she will, just as soon as she can get her employees to cooperate! Sent in by his father as a 'fixer', to infiltrate and glean information on the pizzeria chain to facilitate an easy take-over, Shane Maresca is eager to get the job done, and done well, although he finds himself oddly distracted here in Portland. In order to get himself back on track and into his 'no prisoners' frame of mind before he zooms in on his target, he decides to take the night before to completely relax and let loose. The feisty and funny woman he encounters at the bar he ends up at, provides him with that, and a whole lot more. What are the odds that that woman, turns out to be the daughter of the pizzeria owner. Of course Shane only knows her as Gabby, and Gabby couldn't be more surprised to see Shane standing in the alley behind her kitchen. Doing some quick thinking, Shane manages to come up with a credible story justifying his presence and allowing him to follow Gabby around the restaurant. Although he is not quite clear as to his motivations anymore, business or pleasure?? Gabby doesn't know whether to be happy or irritated with the unexpected intrusion of Shane into her life. She needs her focus in order to stay on top of things, which is imperative if she wants the business to come out of this mess intact. But after Shane proves himself hardworking and very helpful when they were dealing with an onslaught of crises, Gabby slowly starts appreciating him as an asset. Yet something is off, there are too many coincidental mishaps. Despite early misgivings, the two can't keep their hands off each other for long, but it means a blurring of lines and loyalties. Ultimately choices have to be made, especially when lives are at stake.... ¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿ An incredibly fun read!! I enjoyed the writing style, the banter in the kitchen between the 'pizzeria family', between Shane and his assistant, and Shane and Gabby. There is a lot of edgy, sarcastic humour there that really appeals to me. Gabby is raised and trained very traditionally, yet longs to put her own signature somewhere, on something. She believes in the values that were handed down to her, but wants to grow with them, not have them restrict her. She doesn't quite know how to make that work for herself yet. Shane is actually able to add a slightly different view on things, that might have the same focus, only with a better or easier outcome. Being both stubborn and passionate, it takes some heated discussions, foot stomping and even hotter make up sessions, for Gabby to slowly find her way. The issues Shane is dealing with also centre around family but in another form. He is looking for affirmation, something he has never had or known. He thinks that by proving himself professionally he can get the respect and perhaps even the love he craves, but that of course never works. He also doesn't quite know how to be himself, having spent most of his life being what he thought others expected of him. Gabby never expected anything of him, at first because they were supposed to be a one night hook up, and she cared for him even after he had dropped all pretences. Lisa Plumley also writes in a way that feels almost like a compliment to her readers' intelligence. I'm not quite sure how else to explain. She doesn't feel the need to write out every minute detail, but safely assumes that there are certain things her reader can piece together. The story doesn't need to be fed to us, bite by bite. I think that's awesome! Although a familiar enough trope, the vibrancy and variety of the characters and the full context for both the protagonists, along with the added twists and turns to add elements of surprise til the very end, made for an entirely fresh feel. And there is something so wickedly delicious about the sex and food combination, again in this book, that makes the steam rise off my Kindle!! ¿Sharp, spunky and sinfully tasty!!¿ **ARC provided by NetGalley and Zebra Books in return for an honest review.**