Tasty Dish

That’s Entertainment: Book Three

Tasty DishA series of reckless choices led caterer Teresa Steplowski to a romance with a reality star—including their sex life being aired on the show. Her conservative family is horrified, her best friend is too occupied with planning a wedding to offer support, and her pregnant roommate feels the need to share everything she learns about the natural birthing process. In great detail. Plus, the reality star ex-boyfriend doesn’t understand why she broke up with him and wants her back. Teresa desperately needs an escape from her life and worries she won’t be able to put the brakes on the next crazy decision she might make. A rendezvous with a sexy stranger provides a distraction, but it isn’t until she enters a cooking show contest and meets novelist Gabe De Luca that things really begin to heat up.

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Excerpt from Tasty Dish (longer excerpt available on Amazon):

Teresa pushed through the glass door into a dim lobby, and squeaked when Gabe grabbed her around the waist and practically carried her into a tiny, empty office nearby. He shut the door, locking it, and Teresa, recovering quickly, pushed him by the shoulders up against the wall. She pressed against the length of his body, reveling in every hot, solid inch of him, then raised up on her toes to kiss him. He matched her with enthusiasm, his arms circling her body to keep it touching his, and they lost an unknown period of time from the all-encompassing desire.

Gabe broke it off first. “That’s not why I brought you here.”

Still on her toes, she nuzzled into his neck, breathing him in. “I don’t care,” she said, and for that one moment, she truly cared about nothing else except the feel of his hands on her and his warm, heady scent.

“I thought we agreed hands-off,” he said, but she could hear the humor in his tone.

“I thought we agreed we couldn’t help ourselves, that we were slaves to our baser natures.” She kissed him just below the ear.

“Jesus, you smell good,” he breathed. “Like coconut.”

Her lips moved down his neck, her destination the section of chest just above the V of his shirt.

“Stoners,” he gasped, then grasped her upper arms and gently eased her away.

She raised her head and stared at him, stupid with lust. “What?”

“The challenge, Teresa,” he said, clearly fighting for clarity himself. “Since you got screwed with having to make popsicles for the challenge, your best bet are the students and the stoners in the park.”

She took a deep, shaky breath. “Right.” She stepped away from him.

The distance seemed to help both of them. “The cops are all over the park these days,” Gabe continued, “but there’s a contingent fighting to make it legal who hangs out here.” He gave her a small, handwritten map with directions from where they stood.

Teresa didn’t have an objection to pot smoking, per se, but she didn’t want to be involved with it herself, or with someone who did it. Her lust-filled brain cleared rapidly. “How do you know this?”

“I have a professor friend at NYU. We jog the park sometimes.”

“You jog?” She couldn’t picture him in little shorts and tennis shoes. She glanced down the length of his legs. Or maybe…

He leaned down and gave her a quick kiss. “When I have to. Otherwise, I box.”

“You box?” She found that incredibly sexy, and one part of her started scanning the room for a horizontal surface. Maybe she could claim stomach upset to the judges, and buy some time with Gabe.

“Babe, I need you to focus.”

Teresa froze. “Did you just call me babe?”

“I did. Term of endearment. Do you prefer sweetheart? Sweetie? Pumpkin? Baby-cakes? My little lemon bar of love?”

She knew he was joking with most of them, but kind of liked the last one. “No one’s ever called me babe before,” she admitted. “Say it again.”

One hand flat against her lower back, the other wrapped tenderly around her neck, he eased her toward him. Lowering his face to hers, he looked straight in her eyes, and she watched his pupils dilate with desire. “Babe,” he said, his voice husky.

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