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Sweet Cravings
by
Eva Lefoy
Sweet Cravings
by
Eva Lefoy
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Riding the waves of a sugar high, Violet Cunningham
seduces the town’s newest pastry chef, slathering him with whipped cream in his
secret kitchen. But all that is made of sugar melts, and her brazenness
vanishes soon after their tryst, leaving her battling old insecurities about
her waistline and appetites, courtesy of her mother. Positive she’s only made a
fool of herself, she’s mortified when her boss sends her back to sexy Chef
Max’s kitchen and into the proverbial frying pan. After a red-hot date, her
chef disappears, and Violet’s emotions simmer to a boil, forcing her to
confront the awful truth: there’s more to life than pastry.
Today we have a guest post from
Decadent Publishing Author
Eva Lefoy....
Desserts and hot chefs go together!
When I wrote a hot dessert chef, I had to pair him with a
woman who liked desserts. After all, a vegetarian and a butcher just don’t go
together :) So I came up with a woman called Violet
Cunningham. She not only likes desserts, she has a favorite one: raspberry
cream puffs.
Now, cream puffs aren’t that hard to make, as I later
discovered after the writing group took me under their wing and into the
kitchen. Since I’m not really an ardent
baker – I make really good brownies, but don’t do the fancy stuff – I thought
there must be some trick to them. There’s not. Especially if you’ve got a good
hand mixer!
Here’s the tried-and-true ancient Betty Crocker recipe we
made:
1 C water
1/2 C butter
1 C flour
4 Eggs
Filling – whipped cream, etc.
Confectioner’s sugar
Heat oven to 400. Heat water and butter to a boil. Stir in
flour. Stir vigorously over low heat about 1 minute or until mixture forms a
ball. * Note: I took the pan off the heat and used a mixer to do this. Much easier!
* Remove from heat. Beat in eggs all at once, continue beating until smooth.
*Note: again, I found the hand mixer indispensable! * Drop dough by scan 1/4
cup fulls 3″ apart on ungreased backing sheet. Bake 35 to 40 minutes or until
puffed and golden. Cool away from draft.
Pull out any filaments of soft dough. Carefully fill with
whipped cream. Replace tops; dust with confectioners’ sugar. Refrigerate.
These are some of the yummeh cream puffs at my book release
party!
There’s another recipe in the back of my book, Sweet
Cravings, out now from Decadent Publishing and below is an excerpt that should
get your whipped cream whipping.
Enjoy!
Eva Lefoy
Excerpt:
I ducked into the kitchen before the bored-looking maître d’
could accost me and found myself heating up at the sight of a stainless steel
table. Sous-chefs in white hats and dishwashers with racks of clean plates
bustled back and forth down the aisle in front of me, but I didn’t spot the
pastry chef in their midst. I almost gave up and left before noticing the light
was on in the “secret kitchen.” I gulped.
My knees went weak, and I stood frozen to the spot. Inside
me, determination, embarrassment, and heady desire warred. I wanted so bad to
turn and walk out, find another caterer, and be done with it. But I couldn’t.
There’d be questions. Chuck would want to know why he wasn’t getting the best
French-trained chef in town, and I’d be up shit creek without a paddle. What
could I say? Sorry, I didn’t mean to have hot, sweaty sex with the guy—if I’d
known you’d need him the next week, I would have waited?
Remembering the hot sex had my traitorous feet moving
forward, toward the door instead of away. Wrong direction, I told them. Shut up
and go with it, my pussy ordered. I bit my lip, swallowed my pride, and
knocked.
The door opened and the man himself appeared wearing a
chef’s coat splattered with pretty light pink frosting and powdered sugar. One
whiff of him convinced me he’d taste positively delicious. My stomach let out a
loud rumble, and I put my hand over it to try and squelch the embarrassing
sound.
His mouth fell open when he caught sight of me. In fact, he
seemed kind of stunned for a second. My fight-or-flight response kicked in. I
swiveled on my heel, but he grabbed my elbow and tugged me inside his secret
domain once more. “Mademoiselle,” he murmured low and rich as fudge pudding.
“How nice to see you again. Please, come in.”
I glanced at his face from under my lashes and found him
smiling at me, looking as though he might actually be glad to see me again.
Part of me stiffened, vibrating with nervous energy. The rest of me tingled in
saucy anticipation. The promise of man and dessert made one once more for my
licking pleasure had me close to giggling with happiness as the door snicked
shut. As he twirled me in his arms and drew me close, the all-important notes
clutched in my hand could have jumped a shuttle for Mars for all I cared.
His mouth surged over mine, his lips warm, wet, and
insistent, as though he needed to make up for lost time. I heartily seconded
the sentiment, and the kiss turned from buttery hot and soft to spicy and
decadent with a touch of dare.
I opened my mouth to let his tongue in, and we both moaned
at the intrusion, his hips bucking against mine as he pressed my butt into the
table. I clutched his shoulders, pulling him closer as my initial embarrassment
waned. He tasted of sweet pastry, and I savored the flavor as I relaxed in his
arms. God, the hungers the man awoke in me with just one kiss!
I’d dressed “professionally” for the occasion—stockings,
skirt, silk work blouse, light blazer, and heels—so it wasn’t a surprise to
feel the heat of his hand brush along the smooth stocking covering my thigh.
But I let out a yelp as his strong fingers ripped through the material and
pushed the stocking aside, delving under the crotch of my panties, headed
directly toward my wetness.
“Spread for me,” he growled.
My sex clenched but my tremulous legs parted, obeying his
command to give him easy access. Long,
thick fingers slid through my dampness
until they were coated with my slick cream before plunging inside my wet core.
I moaned into his kiss at the glorious pressure and he chuckled. His other arm
held me close as his mouth continued to plunder mine, setting up a tantalizing
rhythm with his tongue and his fingers that my body could not ignore. My head
rolled back and my hips rocked into his thrusts. I emitted soft, mewling cries
every time his cock ground against my clit. It felt so good I thought I’d died
and gone to pink frosting heaven. “Oh, God. Please. Just a little more….”
He quickly upped his game, nibbling down the column of my
neck and then moving his fingers up to my clit, circling it with my own
slippery juices until I was on the brink of breaking apart and screaming my
head off. Then he abruptly pulled his hand away. “Dinner.”
“W-what?” Every brain cell in my mind struggled to
comprehend the concept of language. It seemed so foreign, so far away, so
unnecessary. My hot button throbbed with frustration. I’d been so close….
“Dinner. Have dinner with me. I promise you won’t be
disappointed.”
I panted, trying to form words. No matter how I rocked my
hips, he remained just out of reach from where I needed him most. My fingers
dug into his back, silently demanding satisfaction. But he gave me none.
“Say yes,” he commanded. “Or this ends here. Now.”
His demand seemed simple enough and since agreeing would get
me everything I so badly wanted I said, “Yes.”
See what else Violet and her sexy chef Max do in his secret
kitchen, and if you have time, whip up a batch of cream puffs to eat while you
read! (Recipe included in book).
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Holy crap that's all kinds of hot! Make this a must on your buying list today and if you read that excerpt, you gotta know you won't be disappointed !!!
Until next time, happy reading !!
Krista
Thanks for having me here Krista, I hope your readers are fond of whipped cream filling!
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