Saffron Nights
by Liz Everly
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BLURB:
Brazil…Hawaii…India….As
a food writer, Maeve has just been handed the hottest opportunity of her
career. She’s being sent on an international research tour for an aphrodisiac
cookbook. The downside is that she has to travel with rock star photographer
and womanizer Jackson Dodds. And the upside is that she has to travel with
Jackson Dodds. Because once they meet, Maeve understands why he’s been named
“America’s Most Eligible Bachelor”—and despite her best intentions, all she can
think about is putting their arousing recipes to the test…
Sexy
and talented, Jackson can have any woman he desires. But lately, the thrill is
gone—until he lays eyes on Maeve, who exudes sensuality like no one else. She’s
determined to keep things professional, but he knows the attraction is mutual.
And as they travel the world, sampling warming saffron, juicy papaya, silky
avocado, rare herbs and teas—and a mushroom whose very aroma sends women to
heights of ecstasy—both discover a hunger they’ve never known, and don’t want
to resist, even amid unexpected danger…
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Excerpt:
She
acted like she didn’t even know he was there. He watched her full lips curve
around the spoon as she stared intently into the bowl. What would they feel
like on him? She was not paying one ounce of attention to him, so he let his
eyes linger on her toes. They were simply perfect toes, topped off with a
splash of bright feminine pink, and her feet looked porcelain smooth and
inviting. But he held back. Christ—what if a woman like this did respond to him
and then it went horribly bad, as most of his affairs had? They might be stuck
together on some godforsaken mountain in India or Italy and be miserable.
So,
he held his breath, while his heart raced, but kept his eyes on her feet and
slurped the stew. After all, this was his career. He couldn’t risk it—even for
Maeve. Especially for Maeve.
“What
are you doing, Jackson?” She said and took another bite.
“Eating
soup and, ah, looking at your toes. They, ah, look really good,” he said.
“Maybe
you need some coffee, Jackson,” Maeve said, laughing.
“Sorry,
I just never knew that you had such pretty feet,” he said and smiled.
“Well,
you’re using that word a lot. Pretty. You’re barking up the wrong tree if—”
“We
work together,” Jackson stammered. “You know, I should never have mentioned how
pretty you feet are. Or how pretty you are, period. I’m sorry.”
What
was happening to him? Usually so confident, here he was stammering around Maeve
like a schoolboy.
He
held the bowl up to his mouth to drink the last drop, his tongue licking his
lips in utter abandonment.
He
held up his fingers and wiggled. “You don’t know this about me, but I give an
incredible foot massage.”
She
slammed her bowl down. “Are you coming on to me?”
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Liz Everly is a passionate
cook, writer, and traveler. Exploring food and romance in Saffron Nights, Liz
ombines her lifelong love of action-packed romance with her culinary expertise.
She loves to interact with readers. Please follow her on Twitter @Lizeverly1,
check out her website http://www.lizeverly.worpress.com. You can also find her
on Facebook and blogging at http://www.ladysmut.com.
Link to Amazon Page:
http://www.amazon.com/Saffron-Nights-ebook/dp/B009T9SCDU/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1354634050&sr=8-1&keywords=Saffron+Nights
Link to eKensington: http://ekensingtonbooks.com/
5 comments:
Thank you for hosting
Great to be here today. Thanks so much for having me.
Hi Liz. It's so great to have you here today. The book looks fabulous. I wish you great success with it.
Thanks so much!
Sounds like a nice read.
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