Brazil…Hawaii…India…. As a food
writer, Maeve has just been handed the hottest opportunity of her career. She’s
being sent on an international research tour for an aphrodisiac cookbook. The
downside is that she has to travel with rock star photographer and womanizer
Jackson Dodds. And the upside is that she has to travel with Jackson Dodds.
Because once they meet, Maeve understands why he’s been named “America’s Most
Eligible Bachelor”—and despite her best intentions, all she can think about is
putting their arousing recipes to the test…
Sexy and talented, Jackson can have
any woman he desires. But lately, the thrill is gone—until he lays eyes on
Maeve, who exudes sensuality like no one else. She’s determined to keep things
professional, but he knows the attraction is mutual. And as they travel the
world, sampling warming saffron, juicy papaya, silky avocado, rare herbs and
teas—and a mushroom whose very aroma sends women to heights of ecstasy—both
discover a hunger they’ve never known, and don’t want to resist, even amid
unexpected danger…
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She acted like she didn’t even know
he was there. He watched her full lips curve around the spoon as she stared
intently into the bowl. What would they feel like on him? She was not paying one
ounce of attention to him, so he let his eyes linger on her toes. They were
simply perfect toes, topped off with a splash of bright feminine pink, and her
feet looked porcelain smooth and inviting. But he held back. Christ—what if a
woman like this did respond to him and then it went horribly bad, as most of his
affairs had? They might be stuck together on some godforsaken mountain in India
or Italy and be miserable.
So, he held his breath, while his
heart raced, but kept his eyes on her feet and slurped the stew. After all, this
was his career. He couldn’t risk it—even for Maeve. Especially for
Maeve.
“What are you doing, Jackson?” She
said and took another bite.
“Eating soup and, ah, looking at
your toes. They, ah, look really good,” he said.
“Maybe you need some coffee,
Jackson,” Maeve said, laughing.
“Sorry, I just never knew that you
had such pretty feet,” he said and smiled.
“Well, you’re using that word a lot.
Pretty. You’re barking up the wrong tree if—”
“We work together,” Jackson
stammered. “You know, I should never have mentioned how pretty you feet are. Or
how pretty you are, period. I’m sorry.”
What was happening to him? Usually
so confident, here he was stammering around Maeve like a
schoolboy.
He held the bowl up to his mouth to
drink the last drop, his tongue licking his lips in utter
abandonment.
He held up his fingers and wiggled.
“You don’t know this about me, but I give an incredible foot
massage.”
She slammed her bowl down. “Are you
coming on to me?”
Liz Everly is a passionate cook,
writer, and traveler. Exploring food and romance in Saffron Nights, Liz ombines
her lifelong love of action-packed romance with her culinary expertise. She
loves to interact with readers. Please follow her on Twitter HERE, check
out her website http://www.lizeverly.worpress.com.
You can also find her on Facebook and blogging at http://www.ladysmut.com.
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4 comments:
Thanks so much for hosting today. Such a pleasure to be here!
An aphrodisiac cookbook! WANT!
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Thank you! So glad you commented. ;-)
Very nice excerpt.
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