Turn
up the Heat
Second Chances # 1
By: Serena Bell
Releasing July 14, 2015
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Blurb
For readers of Jill Shalvis and Susan
Mallery, USA Today bestselling author Serena Bell teases all five senses in
this poignant, tantalizing novel of fantasies long hidden . . . and finally
indulged.
Aspiring
chef Lily McKee noticed Kincaid Graves the first time he walked into the dingy
diner where she waits tables. With his ice-blue eyes and primal tattoos, his
presence puts Lily on edge—and reminds her of all the unfulfilled longings she
isn’t pursuing while she’s stuck in this dead-end job. Without a doubt, the man
is dangerous to her long-term plans of leaving town and hiring on at a real
kitchen—and yet, she hungers for him, if even for just a taste.
Kincaid
didn’t come back to his coastal Oregon hometown looking for a good time or a
good meal. The ex-con has a score to settle, old wrongs to set right. But Lily,
equal parts innocence and insight, brings out an impulsive side of him he
thought he’d left behind in the past. And it only takes one intense moment of
weakness between them to make him consider the possibility of an entirely new
future—and the promise of passion beyond either of their wildest dreams.
USA Today bestselling
author Serena Bell writes stories
about how sex messes with your head, why smart people sometimes do stupid
things, and how love can make it all better. She wrote her first steamy romance
before she was old enough to understand what all the words meant and has been
perfecting the art of hiding pages and screens from curious eyes ever since—a
skill that’s particularly useful now that she’s the mother of two school-aged
children.
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Excerpt 1
“Tonight’s special
is turkey dinner,” Lily told her table.
The turkey dinner was safe enough: sliced deli turkey, a small scoop
of powdered mashed potatoes, canned cranberries, and gravy made from cream of
chicken soup, all served on white bread. Nothing much to go wrong there, if
nothing to celebrate, either.
If the diner had been hers, turkey dinner would have been fresh-roasted turkey, homemade
gravy, a warm, freshly buttered biscuit, apple-and-bacon stuffing, local
cranberry preserves, and a heap of hot, creamy garlic mashed potatoes. Her
mouth watered at the thought. Her hands felt itchy with her desire to overhaul
Markos’s dad’s Thanksgiving feast. And pretty much everything else about the
diner, too—it was a shame that a diner in a seaside town hadn’t nodded at a beach theme, or at least
gone after a sunshiny feel. Markos’s
diner was cozy at night, but cavelike and stifling when the sun was up.
But the diner wasn’t
hers, and she had to keep her eyes on the prize. If she kept saving at her
current rate, she’d have
enough money to move back to Chicago, where most of her culinary school friends
now lived. She’d get a job in
a real restaurant, actually cooking. And eventually, someday, she’d have the know-how and the name
recognition to start her own place. It would happen, despite her mistakes.
“And the meatloaf?”
“If you liked the meatloaf, you’ll love our spaghetti and meatballs tonight.” There were only so
many ways to warn people away from a meal without turning them off a restaurant
completely, and Lily was mastering all of them.
“I want that,” said the freckled, redheaded children simultaneously.
“Two turkey dinners and two spaghetti and meatballs,” the mom said,
smiling at Lily.
“Easy enough! Thanks, guys!”
Lily turned toward the counter, a wood and stone monstrosity built
to look like a hunting lodge’s
fireplace, just in time to see the diner’s front door open. She had only a general impression of the figure
pushing through it, but that was enough.
Him. Her mystery man.
Her body woke up. Pulse, breath, that surge of adrenaline in her
veins. Maybe, if she were willing to admit it, other body parts were taking
notice, too.
A strange push-pull. Half of her wished he’d find some other place to hang out, while
the other half constantly monitored that back booth, noting his absence or
celebrating his presence. When he wasn’t there, she wished he were, and when he was, she wished he’d leave and take the distraction
with him. So she could just do this job, do it well, and get on with things.
But she couldn’t
deny that he cut through the twitchy boredom of waiting tables, like a wire
through wet clay.
She forced herself to focus on the tasks at hand, hanging the order
for the kitchen and delivering the drinks for Booth 12, though she knew from
past experience that she couldn’t
pretend he wasn’t there. Even
when she couldn’t see him,
she registered him—how much space he took up in the diner, how he moved through
the restaurant to his seat, his walk as assured as a swagger but so much more
self-contained. Unhurried. Unapologetic.
His expression was grim—no smile for the hostess, only his cool
pale-blue eyes absorbing everything, wary and watchful. In his jaw, she saw the
knot of muscle that told her he never let his guard down.
At first she’d
guessed he was a cop, maybe, or ex-army. He had that look.
He sat, as always, in the corner, his back angled so there were two
walls behind him. He drew the blind—another habit of his—even though the sun
was weak. He almost always sat alone, though once he’d had dinner with a man Lily knew, a
grizzled, bearded grandfatherly man who was one of her brother-in-law’s fishing friends. That was a
small town for you—if you didn’t
know someone, you at least knew someone who knew him.
She’d been trying
not to let herself wonder about him, about what it would be like to be
with him, whether he could—and would—give her what she wanted and needed,
because she was supposed to have shut down that whole line of thinking. But it
wasn’t working so well. Her mind
kept going there, even as she delivered the drinks to Booth 12 and took their
orders. They made it easy for her—turkey dinners and burgers all around.
When she had a moment to peek again, he was drinking coffee, which
was all he ever drank, and reading an impressively large book. And still, his
thickly corded arms, the span of his shoulders, dwarfed the book and, somehow,
the whole booth. Her gaze slipped over the tattoos that peeked out of the neck
of his T-shirt. Black and flesh, geometric, triangles and diamonds—almost
tribal-looking. His arms were tattooed, too—she’d seen enough to know that one arm was densely and elaborately
drawn with evergreen forest.
He glanced up and caught her eye, quickly looked away.
Her heart pounded, as it always did when she caught him looking. A
little thrill of speculation chased its tail in the pit of her gut.
I bet he’d be rough . . .
Alpha Book Club's Review
“She wanted to be cool and blow him off. She wanted to walk away and not want him. But it was impossible. He was standing so close and his voice was so low and intimate, and he was building her fantasy for her, like it mattered to him, too, and she wanted this moment to go on, not to end.”
Four stars. This book was steamy at best and the passion was off the charts.
For readers of Jill Shalvis and Susan Mallery, Serena Bell teases all five senses in this poignant, tantalizing novel of fantasies long hidden . . . and finally indulged.
Aspiring chef Lily McKee noticed Kincaid Graves the first time he walked into the dingy diner where she waits tables. With his ice-blue eyes and primal tattoos, his presence puts Lily on edge—and reminds her of all the unfulfilled longings she isn’t pursuing while she’s stuck in this dead-end job. Without a doubt, the man is dangerous to her long-term plans of leaving town and hiring on at a real kitchen—and yet, she hungers for him, if even for just a taste.
Kincaid didn’t come back to his coastal Oregon hometown looking for a good time or a good meal. The ex-con has a score to settle, old wrongs to set right. But Lily, equal parts innocence and insight, brings out an impulsive side of him he thought he’d left behind in the past. And it only takes one intense moment of weakness between them to make him consider the possibility of an entirely new future—and the promise of passion beyond either of their wildest dreams.
Kincaid is fresh out of prison and is struggling to deal with life in the real world now. He has a lot to deal with being out, now that his grandmother is gone, he has to figure out what to do with her house, not to mention deal with what put him in prison in the first place. Lily is an up and coming chef trying to figure out how to save up enough money to get to Chicago. Kincaid and Lily meet one night at the restaurant where Lily works and their chemistry is immediate. While I liked the book, there was a lot of internal dialogue with Lily which made it hard for me to really like her. This was a cute second chance romance book.
**Received a book in exchange for an honest review. Read and reviewed by Melissa for Alpha Book Club.**
Sophie Spencer is a happily married, twenty-nine year old cardiologist. Suddenly her world is shattered to pieces. The love of her life, her only love, is taken from her in a devastating car accident. Stricken with grief, depression, and loneliness for the past two years, Sophie takes the advice of a close friend to venture down a new path - exploring the inner sides of submission. Not knowing what it truly means to submit, Sophie indulges her desires by visiting a prominent BDSM club on her own. Could she fully submit to another man’s will, or was the bond that she shared with her husband unbreakable? That’s the question Sophie must come to terms with. Kyle Zeller is one hundred percent Alpha male. He owns a high end BDSM club, but has not been in a serious relationship for over a year. Serious skeletons that are buried deep in the back of Kyle’s mind keeps holding him back from making a true commitment, which is until Sophie Spencer walks into the Cellar. Kyle see’s for the first time in his life the person he’s been looking for, she standing in front of him. He already knows everything about Sophie’s past, including her desires to submit. Will Kyle’s past resurface and shatter this potential relationship too?
Abigail Lee Justice writes emotional, erotic, suspense romances which include a BDSM theme. She creates strong characters, who seem real, but are flawed in some ways, some couples Happily Ever After will be a work in progress. Some characters problems are just too steamy to fix in one book. Abigail was born and raised in Baltimore City by two wonderful, supportive, loving parents. As a child she made up vivid stories in her head then one day a friend told her instead of keeping her stories locked inside she needed to put them on paper; that’s exactly what she did. Abigail met her husband 29 years ago on a blind date (thanks Dan C.) while working a part time job to put herself through college, she fell madly in love with her Prince Charming and has been since the first day they met. By day, Abigail practices medicine in a busy Cardiologist practice, by evening she switches her white coat for more relaxed comfortable clothing. She has two wonderful adult sons and a very spoiled chocolate lab. In the wee hours of the night, she writes BDSM romances. In her spare time when not working or writing, Abigail enjoys, reading, concocting vegetarian dishes, exotic vacations, scuba diving, high adventure activities, living in the lifestyle she writes about, and doing lots and lots of research making sure her characters get it just right. If you would like to become part of Abigail’s Street Team. or become a Beta Reader for future books, drop her a message on FB @ abigailleejustice or visit her website @ www.abigailleejustice.com
