Jill Adgate wants three things from life: a successful catering business, a family, and the love of an exceptional man. What she has is no job, a mounting pile of bills, and her outspoken best friend—who sets her up on a blind date with the man who inadvertently ruined Jill’s life.
Chet Castle is a businessman who has everything, except the ability to trust. Burned by a money-hungry fiancée, he refuses to get involved in any relationship that has a shelf life longer than a head of lettuce. Intrigued by her ambition—and determined to get her in bed—Chet offers Jill the chance of a lifetime: work as his live-in chef and he’ll help her get her catering business off the ground. When sparks fly in the kitchen, Jill realizes what’s cooking is a recipe for disaster…
Y’all know I’m a sucker for a good romance and that’s exactly what Bachelor’s Special by Christine Warner is: a good romance. A *really* good romance. Jill is a girl with plans for her life, too bad no one bothered to tell her life that. Chet Castle is a man through and through. He sees Jill and wants her in his bed, so he devises a way to keep her close and put his plan into motion. But Chet’s plan backfires. In a fit of conscience, he changes his mind about the blatant seduction. Yet the sparks between them cannot be denied and do not need to be flamed to burst into something more. But Chet and Jill are mismatched for sure. They don’t want the same things out of life and they’ll have to find some common ground in order to meet in the middle.
Never fear, lovers of romance, Christine Warner is the writer to make it all happen.
A bit about Christine
Besides laughing and a good round of humor, she enjoys spending time with her family, cooking, reading, writing but no arithmetic. A confessed people watcher, she finds inspiration for her stories in everyday activities. She loves to read and write about strong heroes and determined, sometimes sassy, heroines.
A girl gone wild, at least where social media is concerned, she enjoys meeting other avid readers and writers on facebook, twitter and her website.
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A word from Christine
Can soup be sexy?
There are several foods that are considered an aphrodisiac—chocolate and oysters come to mind for me first—but would you consider soup a turn on?
I think any food can become sexy…it depends only on the people involved and their attraction. Think about it a minute, feeding your special someone strawberries from between your lips, painting each others bodies with whip topping and licking it off, tossing some pop rocks in your mouth before you share an explosive kiss…
Why not soup too?
I’d like to share a scene from Bachelor’s Special between Chet and Jill in the kitchen that involves a bit of soup. A slight misunderstanding gets words and sparks of attraction flying. Part of the meal Jill had just prepared—squash soup, her specialty—moves to the forefront of the scene to set off bells of sexual tension and a spine tingling kiss.
Here’s a little taste. In the comments let me know what you think…is soup sexy too?
Laughter swelled Chet’s chest. He stopped short when he looked into Jill’s upturned face, enjoying the fact he could inspect her so closely and she didn’t know. Blinded by the soup, she was at his mercy.
Thick, yellowish-orange liquid covered her skin, hiding the sprinkle of fine freckles dotting her nose. Black eyelashes spiked from the moisture, and her parted lips revealed the whiteness of her teeth. The apron she wore reminded him of something a housewife would wear on a fifties sitcom. Undeniably cute and damn sexy. All she needed was a set of pearls.
She’d be the type of girl he’d bring home to his mother. Hold up, Castle! You don’t play the girlfriend game. His blood raced as her tongue darted out and she licked her lips again. The twinge of his groin reminded him once more that a fling with the lovely Jill would be on his list, but nothing more.
Still holding her wrists, he leaned forward and flicked his tongue out to taste the drop of soup forming on the tip of her chin.
Jill’s body went quiet at his touch. The pulse beating against the soft skin of her inner wrist burst forward at a quick tempo.
Her button-down shirt pulled with each quick breath she took.
“Damn, you’re right. Tastes great.” A salty quality mingled with the rich flavor of the soup. A dash of Jill mixed in to add a more potent flavor.
“I told you I’m an awesome cook.” Her husky voice lowered further.
“I particularly like your presentation.” He matched her tone, his heartbeat erratic.
She tried to step back, but her butt connected with the counter. If she took a half step forward she’d be pushed against his chest. Not that he minded.
“Let me loose. I’d like to wipe my eyes.” A giggle slipped past her lips.
“Not yet. I’m not sure you’ve learned your lesson.”
“I guarantee you I have.”
Her struggled swallow caught his attention. “Nervous?”
Jill shook her head as if trying to clear away the thick soup. “Never.”
He laughed. “I’m going to have more soup.”
“Can’t, it’s all on my…” She stiffened in his arms and a soft sigh, almost a whimper, caught in her throat.
His attraction grew tenfold. He lowered his head, brushing her lips with his own before pulling back. His heart pounded against his chest, bongo drums in a heady rhythm. This situation had escalated into a major turn on.
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