CULINARY DELIGHT
Christin Lovell
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CULINARY DELIGHT
Copyright © 2014 by Christin M Lovell
Cover Image © Viorel Sima
This book may not be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission from the author. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights.
All characters and storylines are the property of the author and your support and respect is appreciated. The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
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Culinary Delight
Plus size Molly discovers her job is in jeopardy the same day her best friend, Rachel, talks her into eating at a new Puerto Rican restaurant. Turns out, the restaurant is failing already and the reason why comes storming out of the kitchen and into her life. He’s tall, dark, dreamy, and the most infuriating man she’s ever met. He pushes her buttons and is soon pushing her to her limits. There’s just something in those fiery brown eyes that keep her abundant curves wound tight and begging for release.
Can she let go of history and surrender to this sizzling alpha male, or will she leave with regrets? One thing is for certain: the night doesn’t go as any of them expect.
This is a HFN short with one sassy full figured gal, one deliciously dominant Puerto Rican and lots of culinary delight.
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Culinary Delight
I looked around at the upscale restaurant. The décor combined clean modern lines with touches of Puerto Rico in the artwork. The tables and booths were dark, allowing the walls and carefully chosen accessories to stand out. Of course, what stood out most was the lack of customers. It was a ghost town.
“I don’t know about this place, Rach. No one at the office has ever talked about eating here, and that’s not a good sign.”
She rolled her eyes. “Don’t be so dramatic. I ate here the other day with Roger. We both loved it.”
I studied my curvy best friend. Her husband, Roger, was a picky eater; that he liked it was a good sign. But, then again, they were gringos. I was married to a Puerto Rican for five years. I knew what arroz con pollo , empanadas and bacalaitos were supposed to taste like.
Admittedly, shamefully, over the years I’d become a bit of a food snob. I preferred a home cooked meal over take-out, but that didn’t keep the pounds off.
“Look, Rog knows the head chef. I guess business has been down and he doesn’t want to have to job hunt again. He said the owner is a really nice guy, but this is his first restaurant.”
I crossed my arms. “I should have known you had an agenda.”
She pouted her bottom lip. “Please, Mol.”
I could never deny her. I sighed. “Alright, but if it doesn’t taste good, you can’t hold me responsible for my actions.”
She grinned, her brown eyes twinkling. “Deal.”
“ Buenos dias, señoritas. How many?” The college aged hostess was fit and perky with a glowing tan, dark features and spoke perfect Spanish.
“Two.” Rachel tossed me an encouraging smile. Her shoulder length light brown hair bounced as she looked back at the hostess.
“Of course. Follow me.” She smiled politely at us.
Rachel’s size sixteen curves led my size twenty-two behind the hostess’ size four. It was just a guess, but she was very petite. I didn’t hate smaller women. I didn’t hate that I was bigger than most. It was merely an observation.
We sat at a booth near the kitchen. I set my purse near the wall, frowning as the girl handed each of us a menu. No enticing smells permeated the air, which didn’t bode well.
“Your server will be with you shortly.”
Before the hostess even walked away, a delicious hunk of a man, dressed in black with a golden tan and muscles you wanted to eat off of, approached. His dark hair was slicked back, giving him a classic Hollywood edge. His chiseled jaw had a hint of
Christin Lovell
—
CULINARY DELIGHT
Copyright © 2014 by Christin M Lovell
Cover Image © Viorel Sima
This book may not be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission from the author. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights.
All characters and storylines are the property of the author and your support and respect is appreciated. The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
—
Culinary Delight
Plus size Molly discovers her job is in jeopardy the same day her best friend, Rachel, talks her into eating at a new Puerto Rican restaurant. Turns out, the restaurant is failing already and the reason why comes storming out of the kitchen and into her life. He’s tall, dark, dreamy, and the most infuriating man she’s ever met. He pushes her buttons and is soon pushing her to her limits. There’s just something in those fiery brown eyes that keep her abundant curves wound tight and begging for release.
Can she let go of history and surrender to this sizzling alpha male, or will she leave with regrets? One thing is for certain: the night doesn’t go as any of them expect.
This is a HFN short with one sassy full figured gal, one deliciously dominant Puerto Rican and lots of culinary delight.
—
Culinary Delight
I looked around at the upscale restaurant. The décor combined clean modern lines with touches of Puerto Rico in the artwork. The tables and booths were dark, allowing the walls and carefully chosen accessories to stand out. Of course, what stood out most was the lack of customers. It was a ghost town.
“I don’t know about this place, Rach. No one at the office has ever talked about eating here, and that’s not a good sign.”
She rolled her eyes. “Don’t be so dramatic. I ate here the other day with Roger. We both loved it.”
I studied my curvy best friend. Her husband, Roger, was a picky eater; that he liked it was a good sign. But, then again, they were gringos. I was married to a Puerto Rican for five years. I knew what arroz con pollo , empanadas and bacalaitos were supposed to taste like.
Admittedly, shamefully, over the years I’d become a bit of a food snob. I preferred a home cooked meal over take-out, but that didn’t keep the pounds off.
“Look, Rog knows the head chef. I guess business has been down and he doesn’t want to have to job hunt again. He said the owner is a really nice guy, but this is his first restaurant.”
I crossed my arms. “I should have known you had an agenda.”
She pouted her bottom lip. “Please, Mol.”
I could never deny her. I sighed. “Alright, but if it doesn’t taste good, you can’t hold me responsible for my actions.”
She grinned, her brown eyes twinkling. “Deal.”
“ Buenos dias, señoritas. How many?” The college aged hostess was fit and perky with a glowing tan, dark features and spoke perfect Spanish.
“Two.” Rachel tossed me an encouraging smile. Her shoulder length light brown hair bounced as she looked back at the hostess.
“Of course. Follow me.” She smiled politely at us.
Rachel’s size sixteen curves led my size twenty-two behind the hostess’ size four. It was just a guess, but she was very petite. I didn’t hate smaller women. I didn’t hate that I was bigger than most. It was merely an observation.
We sat at a booth near the kitchen. I set my purse near the wall, frowning as the girl handed each of us a menu. No enticing smells permeated the air, which didn’t bode well.
“Your server will be with you shortly.”
Before the hostess even walked away, a delicious hunk of a man, dressed in black with a golden tan and muscles you wanted to eat off of, approached. His dark hair was slicked back, giving him a classic Hollywood edge. His chiseled jaw had a hint of
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