His Wicked Love
by Anya
Summers
GENRE: Erotic Romance
BLURB:
Mason
Stewart is in a pickle. He and his brother are the co-owners of the Black
Elkhorn Lodge and Resort. Their dream stands at the precipice of utter ruin because
their previous chef embezzled every last dime of savings they had for the
lodge. In a last ditch effort to save his business from the brink of
annihilation, Mason hires a new chef for their restaurant; sight unseen.
Nothing can prepare
him for Emily, the red-haired siren who waltzes into his resort, carting a set
of chef knives and demanding to see her new kitchen. She challenges his
authority. She inflames his every wicked desire. She is everything he has ever
wanted. And he can’t touch her. He’s her boss. And it would be wrong to give in
to the incendiary heat between them… wouldn’t it?
Excerpt:
“If you want to lug a heavy
suitcase, be my guest, sweetheart. I think we need a demonstration, a sample of
your skills, before we go any further. Don’t you?” Mason challenged, letting his
annoyance creep into his voice. She’d accepted the position without the clause
of needing to see the kitchen first. So she thought she could toss in an extra
demand, put a wrench in his plans to bring the lodge back from the brink, test
who was in charge? It wasn’t her. Miss Fox could try but she would fail. This
was his place and he would fight like a rabid dog to save it, to protect it
further from outside harm. He wouldn’t ever allow the lodge or himself to be
overrun by a pretty face.
She smiled. The air was charged
between them, electrified, as she stared him down, then said, “Cowboy, once
you’ve had my cooking, you will be my slave and beg me to stay.”
An image of Emily, collared, naked,
and on her knees begging him to take her flashed through his mind. The unbidden
thought unleashed a windfall of lust and it roared through his bloodstream.
Mason tensed, beating back the unsolicited desire. Compartmentalizing the
unwanted, erotic images, he narrowed his gaze. “Doubtful. I could take my pick
from twenty line cooks today from one of the restaurants in town.”
She rolled her eyes in an
exasperated fashion and asked, “Then why did you call me?”
“That’s what I’m beginning to
wonder,” Mason retorted, not admitting that he wanted a chef at the top of their
game. That he believed if they offered culinary delights not found at other
resorts or restaurants, they would attract customers, and maintaining the
current menu that was a crowd favorite was paramount.
She was their Hail Mary Pass, even
though she didn’t know it. Nor would he tell her that. She already had an
overabundance of confidence.
Cole intervened, severing the
electric livewire connection as he stepped between them. Mason finally inhaled
a deep breath while Cole gave him a brief glance with his brows raised high
enough they nearly disappeared beneath his Stetson, and a ‘what the hell?’
expression. Then Cole shifted fully toward Miss Fox, his face calm with the
pleasant smile he typically used to win over a sub, and said, “Emily, why don’t
I take you over to the restaurant and you can see if it’s to your liking? We
updated the kitchen two years ago and have all the latest equipment. Not that I
have any idea what all those gadgets do.”
It was the gamine grin, the spread
of her pale pink lips exposing her straight, white teeth, and transforming her
face into breathtaking. And it was directed at his brother. It shoved Mason
toward caveman status. He wanted to snarl at Cole to back off, not to touch
her, that she was his. Which was fucking asinine, and only fueled his internal
engines to near record levels.
“That would be fabulous. Thank you.
Is he always like this?” she asked Cole, indicating Mason with a jaunty tilt of
her head. Her hair shifted, making it shimmer.
A half grin spread over Cole’s face
and he replied, “No. Sometimes he’s worse.”
Emily’s full-bodied, sexy laugh sucker-punched
Mason in the sternum. The sound skittered along his spine and pooled in his
groin. The throaty, jazz singer sound made him wonder what she sounded like
when she came. It made him yearn to discover whether she was a screamer or
issued almost silent, throaty moans. There was a part of him that wanted to
bend her over his desk and fuck her until his legs buckled.
“Good to know,” Emily responded with
another shake of her head which made the waterfall of red tresses shift and
move like flames. The color was so vibrant, Mason ached to feel the strands in
his hands. Would they be as soft as he imagined, or would they singe his flesh?
“It is; better to be armed and
prepared. If you’ll follow me,” Cole murmured, diffusing the situation and
ignoring Mason.
“Honey, I’d follow you anywhere,”
Emily flirted. With his brother. Jealousy gripped Mason, which was idiotic at
best. He couldn’t want Emily. Wouldn’t allow himself to desire her. One, she
was his employee and there were some roads that were better left untraveled.
Two, he wasn’t sure he liked her. She was brash and mouthy, and most likely as
vanilla as they came.
But that didn’t seem to matter to
his dick, who liked the thought of playing boss and naughty secretary with her
a little too much.
Except then Cole picked up the ball
Emily had lobbed his way and responded, “Likewise, sweetheart. Mason, you
coming?”
Almost.
And from a damn fantasy. He shook his
head, attempting to distill the lust raging through his veins. He bit out,
“I’ll be right behind you two.”
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Born
in St. Louis, Missouri, Anya grew up listening to Cardinals baseball and
reading anything she could get her hands on. She remembers her mother saying if
only she would read the right type of books instead binging her way through the
romance aisles at the bookstore, she’d have been a doctor. While Anya never did
get that doctorate, she graduated cum laude from the University of Missouri-St.
Louis with an M.A. in History.
Anya
is a bestselling and award-winning author published in multiple fiction genres.
She also writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance under the name Maggie Mae
Gallagher http://www.maggiemaegallagher.com/. A total geek at her core, when
she is not writing, she adores attending the latest comic con or spending time
with her family. She currently lives in the Midwest with her two furry felines.
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5 comments:
Thanks for hosting!
Thanks for hosting!
Great cover!
I love the cover art!
sounds like a fun one
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