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The Recipe
1 Love Triangle
1 Confused and guarded heroine
1 Over zealous protagonist
1 Betrayal
1 Family secret
1 Event that changes everything
*Warning*
This book is not suitable for the faint of heart. There's lots of drama, steamy sex, and not one but two smoking hot men for this heroine.
It may sound exciting, but it's everything Jade Spencer did not want when she decided to move from Miami to New York. Leaving behind a disappointing past and a failed engagement, she wants fresh start, and a chance to make something of herself. Jade ditches her shady fiancé and packs her bags for New York City. With help from her aunt, she looks forward to her new future, her fabulous apartment in the city, a new job, and new experiences. Two fated encounters complicate her world when they both lead to unexpected and powerful emotions.
Meeting the confident and sexy Julian Garza is more than she can chew, and the irresistible John Benson is more than she can swallow. Ahem...
She struggles with her desire to embrace these new feelings, and her habit of denying what she truly wants. In this not so classic love triangle, with a hint of mystery, Jade learns the hard way that sometimes intentions can mean everything and nothing at all, and no matter how far you run from the past, it's never too far behind.
Amazon Review
I simply adore this book. The author weaves love, lust, hard decisions, good times and bad into a literary tapestry that encompasses "coming of age" and coming into womanhood.
1 Love Triangle
1 Confused and guarded heroine
1 Over zealous protagonist
1 Betrayal
1 Family secret
1 Event that changes everything
*Warning*
This book is not suitable for the faint of heart. There's lots of drama, steamy sex, and not one but two smoking hot men for this heroine.
It may sound exciting, but it's everything Jade Spencer did not want when she decided to move from Miami to New York. Leaving behind a disappointing past and a failed engagement, she wants fresh start, and a chance to make something of herself. Jade ditches her shady fiancé and packs her bags for New York City. With help from her aunt, she looks forward to her new future, her fabulous apartment in the city, a new job, and new experiences. Two fated encounters complicate her world when they both lead to unexpected and powerful emotions.
Meeting the confident and sexy Julian Garza is more than she can chew, and the irresistible John Benson is more than she can swallow. Ahem...
She struggles with her desire to embrace these new feelings, and her habit of denying what she truly wants. In this not so classic love triangle, with a hint of mystery, Jade learns the hard way that sometimes intentions can mean everything and nothing at all, and no matter how far you run from the past, it's never too far behind.
Amazon Review
I simply adore this book. The author weaves love, lust, hard decisions, good times and bad into a literary tapestry that encompasses "coming of age" and coming into womanhood.
Excerpt
The downpour hit just as we were scurrying out of the park. John grabbed my hand and I followed him as he ran a few blocks west of the park to his building.
"You can wait it out with me until it clears up." He offered.
I nodded in silent agreement at his suggestion. I was soaked and my bun came loose somewhere between the pouring rain and the running. His building was older but it was very well maintained. We took the large ornate wooden stairs up to his second floor apartment and I leaned up against him involuntarily for warmth at the air conditioned hallway. He opened his door and pulled me into the apartment with him. I wrapped my arms around myself as he put down his back pack.
"Let's get you warmed up. OK?" He rubbed my arms before he disappeared down a hallway, I assumed to his bedroom.
I loved his place. It had a totally dark wood, Sherlock Holmes without the clutter feel to it. There was a large bay window in the living room that was surrounded by floor to ceiling bookcases on either side. His sectional was light brown micro suede that went perfectly with the tone of his wooden floors. I walked over to one of the bookcases to marvel at his book collection but a glass door at the bottom caught my attention. It housed a record player accompanied by a rather large record collection. I saw Elton John, The Beatles, Neil Diamond, Michael Jackson, Dionne Warwick and Burt Baccarat, Led Zeppelin, Motown Greats, The Big Chill Soundtrack. There had to have been well over 100 records. I kept flipping through and stopped when I spotted the Isley Brothers.
Yes!
I turned on the sound system and gently dropped the needle on the groove for the first track.
"You find something you like?" I heard John shuffle back into the room while I was loading the album, and turned around to face him with glee as the soulful ballad filled the room.
He stood there shirtless, his wet hair disheveled and holding a big T-shirt and towel for me. I was captivated by the definition of his body. He wasn't bulky, but chiseled. Every muscle was defined, even the hard lines that led to his hips stood out. He didn't have a six pack, he had a ten pack.
The look in his hazel eyes was unmistakable as he looked me up and down and I realized what I must look like. My hair hanging in wet spirals around my T-shirt that was soaked, and plastered to my body revealing my black lace bra, and all of my curves. I flushed red hot even more aware that I was now aroused so my nipples were probably peaking thru my top. I stood wordlessly as he walked over to me holding up the accessories to get me dry.
"You must be freezing," he observed.
Every step he took closer to me made my heart beat faster and faster. He thought I was cold.
Not quite.
"You can wait it out with me until it clears up." He offered.
I nodded in silent agreement at his suggestion. I was soaked and my bun came loose somewhere between the pouring rain and the running. His building was older but it was very well maintained. We took the large ornate wooden stairs up to his second floor apartment and I leaned up against him involuntarily for warmth at the air conditioned hallway. He opened his door and pulled me into the apartment with him. I wrapped my arms around myself as he put down his back pack.
"Let's get you warmed up. OK?" He rubbed my arms before he disappeared down a hallway, I assumed to his bedroom.
I loved his place. It had a totally dark wood, Sherlock Holmes without the clutter feel to it. There was a large bay window in the living room that was surrounded by floor to ceiling bookcases on either side. His sectional was light brown micro suede that went perfectly with the tone of his wooden floors. I walked over to one of the bookcases to marvel at his book collection but a glass door at the bottom caught my attention. It housed a record player accompanied by a rather large record collection. I saw Elton John, The Beatles, Neil Diamond, Michael Jackson, Dionne Warwick and Burt Baccarat, Led Zeppelin, Motown Greats, The Big Chill Soundtrack. There had to have been well over 100 records. I kept flipping through and stopped when I spotted the Isley Brothers.
Yes!
I turned on the sound system and gently dropped the needle on the groove for the first track.
"You find something you like?" I heard John shuffle back into the room while I was loading the album, and turned around to face him with glee as the soulful ballad filled the room.
He stood there shirtless, his wet hair disheveled and holding a big T-shirt and towel for me. I was captivated by the definition of his body. He wasn't bulky, but chiseled. Every muscle was defined, even the hard lines that led to his hips stood out. He didn't have a six pack, he had a ten pack.
The look in his hazel eyes was unmistakable as he looked me up and down and I realized what I must look like. My hair hanging in wet spirals around my T-shirt that was soaked, and plastered to my body revealing my black lace bra, and all of my curves. I flushed red hot even more aware that I was now aroused so my nipples were probably peaking thru my top. I stood wordlessly as he walked over to me holding up the accessories to get me dry.
"You must be freezing," he observed.
Every step he took closer to me made my heart beat faster and faster. He thought I was cold.
Not quite.
Multicultural Romance, BWWM, Erotic Romance, Romantic Suspense, Bad Boy Romance, New Adult Romance,
