Title: How
Sweet It Is
Author: Kelly Jamieson
Release Date: December 30th 2014
A free-spirited woman…
Eccentric interior designer Mirelle Brasseur is tired of
relationships with handsome, charming, fickle men—in other words men just like
the father who abandoned her. She’s fun and funky, but takes her career
seriously. She’s not about to let a man derail her dreams or wound her heart
again.
An ambitious man…
Award winning chef Bradan Hunt is handsome and charming, but
he's always honest with women about his one date-one night rule. Between his
best-selling cookbooks, his TV appearances, and his restaurant, he’s too busy
for a relationship. He saw what a lack of ambition did to his parents. Bradan
wants more. His newest restaurant is going to be the best, so he hires Mirelle
to help him design it.
Turn up the heat…
Soon it isn’t just the food sizzling in the kitchen, in
spite of Mirelle’s misgivings, as the attraction between the chef and the
designer heats up. It will take more than one date-one night for them to
overcome their pasts and find a way to cook up a sweet future together.
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Copyright © 2014 by Kelly Jamieson
Bradan had no idea what he was doing there. He had no
time for volunteering and he wasn’t really all that much into animals except
the ones that ended up in his kitchen. Although he was always deeply respectful
of the sacrifice those animals had made. But he had to admit the pets all did
have a certain appeal, and so did the sexy blonde who was showing him around.
Today she wore a tiny gray T-shirt, jeans that were
rolled up in a deep cuff above her delicate ankles and pink Converse. Those
pink Converse fascinated him, for some reason. She definitely had her own
unique style. She’d tried to tame that wild mane of blonde waves in some kind
of bun thing, but strands kept sliding out and hanging in her face. It was sexy
as hell. As was her ass, when she turned to lead him down the hall.
“We’ll go do some laundry,” she said. “Sorry, it’s not
the sexiest task here.”
“What’s sexier than laundry?” he asked dryly.
She laughed. “Most people who volunteer want to work
directly with the animals, but there’s so much else that needs to be done, too.
These things are just as important.”
“How long have you been volunteering here?”
“A couple of years. I love animals and I wish I could
have a pet but I’m not allowed pets in my apartment building…well…” Her voice
lowered conspiratorially. “I actually have a secret pet. Don’t tell anyone.”
He watched her with amusement. “What kind of secret
pet?”
“A rat.”
“A…rat?” His hands paused, full of towels he was
removing from the dryer.
“Yes. His name is Amos.”
“A rat.”
She nodded. “Yes. He’s very gentle and affectionate.
He loves being with people.”
He arched an eyebrow. “You’re bullshitting me, aren’t
you?”
“No!” Her eyes widened. “I’m serious! Rats make great
pets. They’re very domesticated. Amos is super sweet.”
“Fuck me.” He shook his head. As a chef, a rat was
absofuckinglutely the last animal he
ever wanted to see. “This I gotta see.” The words came out of his mouth with
honest innocence—he really did want to see Amos the rat and to see Mirelle with
him. But she immediately got all cool and closed up again. He sighed, carrying
the laundry over to a table to fluff and fold it.
When she forgot herself, she was sweet and funny, her
upbeat personality and easy smile so sexy and appealing. When she remembered
who he was, she got all tight and serious and rigid. Damn. He tried to focus on
what she was showing him and telling him.
“I’ll show you where to put the towels.”
When he eventually pulled out his cell phone to check
the time, he cursed inside. He had to get back to the restaurant. He’d been
missing in action too many nights this past week with Paco picking up the
slack, but dammit, he didn’t want to leave.
“I have to go,” he said regretfully.
“Yeah, I’m about to leave, too.”
“D’you need a ride home?”
“No, I have my car. I just have to say goodbye to
Monty.”
He watched her find the dog he’d seen her with when
he’d arrived, crouching down to hug him, letting him lick her chin. Monty gazed
up at her adoringly and she rubbed him with such a fierce look of affection on
her face, Bradan’s heart turned over.
Damn. He wasn’t into dog kisses, but he found himself
wishing she was holding him that tightly, looking at him with such profound love, letting him lick her all over. When she straightened, the emotion on her
face had his heart squeezing. She was really sad to be leaving the dog. He
recognized the deep sensitivity in her but she smiled at him with determined
cheer as she grabbed a hooded sweatshirt and her purse from a locker. Today her
bright-colored purse appeared to be constructed of…Kool-Aid packages. Whoa.
“We could get a cup of coffee,” he said, following her
out.
She turned and looked at him. “You said you had to
go.”
“I…yeah.” Jesus! This was not
how things went for him with women! He rubbed his face. He had to get a grip
here or risk making a fool of himself over her.
Kelly Jamieson writes romances with heat that's sweet. Her
writing has been described as “emotionally complex”, “sweet and satisfying” and
“blisteringly sexy”. If she can stop herself from reading or writing, she loves
to cook. She has shelves of cookbooks that she reads at length. She also enjoys
gardening in the summer, and in the winter she likes to read gardening
magazines and seed catalogues (there might be a theme here...) She also loves
shopping, especially for clothes and shoes. But her family takes precedence over
everything else (yes, even writing). She has two teenage children who are the
best kids in the world, not that she’s biased, and a wonderful husband who does
loads of laundry while she plays on the computer writing stories.
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