About DELICOUS:
A promising chef at Big Sky Pie, Jane Wilson never, ever wanted to see Nick Taziano again, but he's just been hired to do the pie shop's marketing. How's a girl supposed to bake the best pastries in town when he's a constant reminder of their steamy chemistry?
His chocolate eyes and sexy dimples heat up the kitchen-and every part of her body. Jane has no room for a man in her life, yet sometimes the most delicious dishes don't follow the recipe . . .
About Adrianne Lee:
Adrianne Lee lives with her husband of many, many years on the beautiful Olympic Peninsula in Washington State in a pole barn building her husband transformed into an upstairs apartment with a shop below for his hot rods.
His chocolate eyes and sexy dimples heat up the kitchen-and every part of her body. Jane has no room for a man in her life, yet sometimes the most delicious dishes don't follow the recipe . . .
About Adrianne Lee:
Adrianne Lee lives with her husband of many, many years on the beautiful Olympic Peninsula in Washington State in a pole barn building her husband transformed into an upstairs apartment with a shop below for his hot rods.
Adrianne creates her stories on her laptop, in her recliner with her adopted cat, Spooky, curled between her calves, snoozing. Over thirty years of summer vacationing in the Flat Head Lake area near Kalispell and Glacier Park has given her a love for all things Montana.
You can find Adrianne at the following links:
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@akaAdrianneLee
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I don't want to leave you with just this, here is a preview of what to expect from Adrianne's book Delicious.
Andrea hadn’t really asked for more whipped cream, but Jane
figured she’d better bring some with her just in case BiBi was still in the
kitchen when she returned. Although she hoped her assistant would be gone by
then. The chill air brushed her bare arms as she stepped deep into the room and
started walking to the Sub-Zero. A creak sounded behind her. She spun to see the
door closing.
Jane swore. The music and crowd noise was barely discernible
thanks to triple insulated walls, but it was too cold to be in here for more
than a couple of minutes in a sleeveless sundress, apron, and sandals. She
grabbed a container of Reddi-wip from the Sub-Zero and hurried to the door. The
knob wouldn’t turn. She tried again. It was locked. Was this a joke? Recalling
BiBi’s mean girl comment, she decided it might not be. She banged on the door.
“This isn’t funny, BiBi. Let me out! BiBi!”
BiBi didn’t answer. And Jane realized that no one would hear
her over the music and voices or through the soundproof walls. It wasn’t so
cold she would freeze to death. It wasn’t so airtight she’d lose oxygen, but
she was stuck here until someone realized she was missing or came looking for
her. She gave the door a couple of good whacks, then hugged herself against the
cold as a tear rolled down her cheek.
She turned back toward the room and saw the Devil standing
there, looking as annoyed as she felt. Her heart almost stopped. “Why didn’t
you tell me you were here?”
“I didn’t want to startle you.”
“Too late.” Her heart was thudding beneath her hand pressed
to her chest.
He seemed to notice the tears on her cheeks. He set his
camera equipment on a shelf and started toward her. “Ah, don’t cry, Pain. I
won’t let anything happen to you.”
“Did you lock this door?”
“Me? Hell no. I was near the back wall photographing some
fresh strawberry and cherry flats for the blog.”
“Swear on your father’s life?”
He looked as though her request was ludicrous. “Seriously,
why would I lock us in here? Oh my God, you’re shivering.” Nick tugged off his
white dress shirt and draped it over her bare shoulders.
His body heat lingered in the shirt, along with his citrusy
scent. Jane hugged the shirt to her, her gaze fixed on his bare chest. She
shivered. Nick seemed to mistake it for the cold. She let him reach for her,
pull her into his arms, and dry her tears. The yearning she couldn’t deny
filled her so full that she thought she’d explode.
“Oh, God, Jane, don’t look at me like that…please…or I won’t
be responsible—” He swallowed hard and tried to release her, but her mouth
found its way to his…
“Is like knowing
what pie is-a your favorite, Nicola. The taste, she
lingers on-a your tongue long after the last little bite is-a gone, and you can
no wait until you have-a some more. Then-a you know. Is the one.”
And Jane was the taste he’d longed for, the one he couldn’t
get over. His heart’s favorite flavor. His body knew the second her lips met
his, the kiss speaking to some primal part of his being, telling him that this
was the
woman. His woman. His mate.
Music seemed to surround them, not the country beat the DJ
was playing, but violins and harps, a love song as enchanting as the ages. Nick
felt swept up in it. Desire flared through him, a wildfire, sizzling his blood,
burning every thought that wasn’t Jane from his mind. He swept her to him, his
arms filled with her wonderful curves, his body instantly hard and thrumming,
his breath coming quick and sharp, like his heartbeat.
He reached into her hair, and soon, loosened pins fell
through his fingers, the French braid unknotted, and Jane’s satin curls bounced
free, smelling like lilacs after a spring rain. The chill in the room stole
across his naked back like a cool breeze, and Nick pulled Jane closer, fearing
that she might be too cold still, but everywhere he touched felt toasty,
inviting him to touch more.
He couldn’t resist. His hand slid beneath her filmy dress
and up her sleek legs to snag on a flimsy bit of silkiness, his fingers moving
it aside to find the nest of dense, damp curls, finding the center of her
passion. She reacted with a soft, sweet squeal…his name on her lips spiking his
need higher, her hands on his back erasing all memory of chilly air. He
deepened their kiss, pleasuring her again, finding his enjoyment linked with
hers. The greater her bliss, the greater his.
Did that wet your appetite, Good. Look forward to Delicious, I know I am
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