Please welcome author, Kate Meader, joining us with her contemporary romance - FEEL THE HEAT!
Top 5 Reasons Chicago is for Lovers
Chicago is big, bold, and beautiful—just like my heroine, Lili DeLuca. And it’s also a great place to get your romance on.
1. The food. I wouldn’t be much of a culinary romance writer if I didn’t mention the fixins! You could eat out a different restaurant every night of the week for years and never get bored. And we all know, variety is key to any great relationship. *wink*
2. The lake. It’s blue and twinkles in the sunlight and there’s nowhere more romantic on a hot summer night, especially if you know a guy with a boat.
3. The architecture. Tall, shiny skyscrapers mix with old school buildings, making Chicago an epic destination. Against the backdrop of the beautiful skyline, how could you not fall in love?
4. The neighborhoods. You might find love with a billionaire on a trip down the Mag Mile, but you’re more likely to meet the love of your life out in the ‘hoods where the real people hang – Lincoln Park, Bucktown, Andersonville, to name a few.
5. The sights. Take a walk or a skate around Millennium Park, find your reflection in the Bean, count the dots on Seurat’s A Sunday on La Grande Jatte at the Art Institute. Be your own Ferris Bueller and hold hands with someone while you do it
FEEL THE HEAT by Kate Meader January 28, 2014
Forever Mass Market
9781455599592
$2.99 - Amazon
IF YOU CAN'T STAND THE HEAT . . .Photographer Lili DeLuca spends all her time working at her family's Italian restaurant, instead of following her dream of getting an MFA. When famous British chef Jack Kilroy unexpectedly challenges her father to a cook-off, Lili decides she's tired of playing it safe and vows to seduce the tempting Brit. But once a video of her and Jack kissing goes viral and her luscious (if voluptuous) butt starts trending on Twitter, Lili fears she's cooked up a recipe for disaster . . .
Jack Kilroy's celebrity has left him feeling used and used up. While Lili's oh-so-sexy moans when she tastes his delicious creations turn him on, he's even more aroused by how this beautiful, funny woman is unimpressed by his fame. He knows they could be amazing together, if she could only see past his rabid-bitch, fork-wielding fan base. Now as he's about to start a new prime time TV cooking show, can Jack convince Lili to realize her own ambitions-and turn up the heat in his kitchen?
Excerpt:
“Before we go, I’ll need you to take it back.”
“Take what back?”
“What you said about my kissing technique.”
Aw, poor little big shot needed massaging for his sore ego. “It’s all so subjective. That suction thing might work for some girls, I suppose.”
Another dangerous step and he had gripped her hips with both hands. Mercy, he was fast. “Give me another chance.”
“Oh,” she managed to eke out just as that smooth-talking mouth met hers. Her initial thought was gratitude that he was holding on to her, because her spine had dissolved. Her next was . . . she didn’t have a next. The kiss hit her like a fifth of bourbon and with each luxurious swipe of his tongue, she fell deeper and deeper into oblivion.
Displaying his range, he cut a path of honeyed devastation along her jaw. “Am I doing better?”
“Hmm. Full letter grade improvement. B minus,” she teased. “But I’m still not going to date you.”
He laughed, a warm chocolaty sound against her neck that goose-bumped her heated
flesh. “And I’m still not going to sleep with you. No matter how much you beg.”
“Oh, I think I’ll survive. We great women are used to enduring.” Her hands caressed his strong back, shaping its tightly woven muscles. “You, on the other hand...How long has it been since you last had sex?”
“Four months”—he nipped her earlobe—“one week”—his lips tickled the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder—“five days.”
“Sounds terrible,” she murmured as she rubbed her breasts against his chest. So much for keeping her nipples in check. They happily pebbled their pleasure at this latest turn of events.
“It hasn’t been so bad,” he said, his voice as thick as the humid night. “I just can’t help flirting with gorgeous women.”
Her mind heard the compliment, but before it could register fully, he moved in flush, making her gasp as his hardness rasped against her belly. A Darth Vader–like rumble reverberated in her head. I have you now. They just needed to get Laurent settled on her sofa, then let the good times roll.
Jack drew back to face her, his lust-blown eyes illuminated by the overhead streetlamp. “Lili, all joking aside, I’m serious about going on a date . . .” One hand dropped from her waist and traveled shakily to his forehead.
“Jack, are you okay?” She squeezed his beautifully muscled shoulder. She couldn’t wait to kiss every inch of—
“I’m fine,” he muttered just as his body crumpled and slid from her grasp. He made a surprisingly soft thud considering all that rock-hard muscle. As if in sympathy, Laurent slid down the wall with a well-oiled giggle.
Merde.
“Before we go, I’ll need you to take it back.”
“Take what back?”
“What you said about my kissing technique.”
Aw, poor little big shot needed massaging for his sore ego. “It’s all so subjective. That suction thing might work for some girls, I suppose.”
Another dangerous step and he had gripped her hips with both hands. Mercy, he was fast. “Give me another chance.”
“Oh,” she managed to eke out just as that smooth-talking mouth met hers. Her initial thought was gratitude that he was holding on to her, because her spine had dissolved. Her next was . . . she didn’t have a next. The kiss hit her like a fifth of bourbon and with each luxurious swipe of his tongue, she fell deeper and deeper into oblivion.
Displaying his range, he cut a path of honeyed devastation along her jaw. “Am I doing better?”
“Hmm. Full letter grade improvement. B minus,” she teased. “But I’m still not going to date you.”
He laughed, a warm chocolaty sound against her neck that goose-bumped her heated
flesh. “And I’m still not going to sleep with you. No matter how much you beg.”
“Oh, I think I’ll survive. We great women are used to enduring.” Her hands caressed his strong back, shaping its tightly woven muscles. “You, on the other hand...How long has it been since you last had sex?”
“Four months”—he nipped her earlobe—“one week”—his lips tickled the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder—“five days.”
“Sounds terrible,” she murmured as she rubbed her breasts against his chest. So much for keeping her nipples in check. They happily pebbled their pleasure at this latest turn of events.
“It hasn’t been so bad,” he said, his voice as thick as the humid night. “I just can’t help flirting with gorgeous women.”
Her mind heard the compliment, but before it could register fully, he moved in flush, making her gasp as his hardness rasped against her belly. A Darth Vader–like rumble reverberated in her head. I have you now. They just needed to get Laurent settled on her sofa, then let the good times roll.
Jack drew back to face her, his lust-blown eyes illuminated by the overhead streetlamp. “Lili, all joking aside, I’m serious about going on a date . . .” One hand dropped from her waist and traveled shakily to his forehead.
“Jack, are you okay?” She squeezed his beautifully muscled shoulder. She couldn’t wait to kiss every inch of—
“I’m fine,” he muttered just as his body crumpled and slid from her grasp. He made a surprisingly soft thud considering all that rock-hard muscle. As if in sympathy, Laurent slid down the wall with a well-oiled giggle.
Merde.
ALL FIRED UP by Kate Meader November 5, 2013
Forever E-Book
9781455599622
$5.99 - Amazon
Her sweetest mistake . . .
Cool as a Chicago winter, private events planner Cara DeLuca is a model of self-control . . . until she meets the one temptation she can't resist: Shane Doyle. The sexy, Irish pastry chef is too hot, too sure, too young, and after a crazy night in Vegas—her new husband. While at first Cara wants nothing more than a way out of her sham marriage to Shane, she soon finds that beneath his farm boy demeanor lies a man who can match her drive, both in and out of the bedroom. How can the wrong guy feel so deliciously right?
. . . Tastes so, so good
Shane has carefully structured his career and life around one goal: connecting with the family that doesn't know he exists. Marrying a woman with more issues than a magazine stand wasn't part of the plan, but melting Cara's icy exterior is so worth the detour. Now as the annulment date nears and long-buried secrets are revealed, Shane will have to fight for the one thing guaranteeing the perfect life he craves . . . the current Mrs. Shane Doyle.
Bio:
Kate Meader writes contemporary romance that serves up delicious food, sexy heroes, and heroines with a dash of sass. Originally from Ireland, she now makes her home in Chicago, a city made for food, romance, and laughter—and where she met her own sexy hero. When not writing about men who cook and the women who drool over them, she works in an academic library. Visit her website at http://katemeader.com and follow her on Twitter @kittymeader
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