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Title: Sweet Promise
Author: Jennifer Woodhull
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About Sweet Promise
Sexy, British celebrity chef Lucas Nash is bringing the heat. I just hope I don't get burned.
When
I won the Southern Baking Championships right out of high school, I never
imagined how far that success would take me. The first season of my baking show
was a hit, and I love what I do.
I'm
almost twenty-one, not a teenager anymore, and as it turns out, my agent thinks
my girl-next-door image needs to grow up a little, so she sends me on an
audition for a new show.
When
I find out that I'm auditioning to co-host with the sexy British celebrity chef
I've admired for years, I can't believe my luck.
Lucas
has had a lot of trouble the past couple of years, though. A nasty divorce.
Binge-drinking. Partying. We won't even talk about those pics of his impressive
package that were splashed all over the tabloids.
I'm
supposed to be the solution to all Lucas' problems. Meeting him, though, is
just the start of mine.
When
we set off on a European filming tour, sparks fly.
Lucas
is definitely bringing the heat.
I
just hope I don't get burned.
Plenty of heart, sexy heat, and full of international
destinations and some exciting twists and turns, Sweet Promise delivers a
satisfying happily ever after between a sweet, Southern baker and a sexy,
British alpha male chef. The first book in the Promise Series, this book can be
read as a standalone romance - no surprise cliffhangers.
The Promise Series
Exclusive Excerpt
We got to Jerry’s,
the Borough Market café frequented by most of London’s food scene elite for the
early morning shoot. The camera crew had been on-site for hours, getting some
atmospheric shots before sunrise. The restaurant had been closed for us, which
John had arranged, with only a few local chefs and neighborhood regulars were
allowed inside for filming.
We walked into the
kitchen to find the crew set up and filming. I sat on an empty counter while
the makeup artist tended to my face and hair. Lucas had not acknowledged me
when we walked in. Instead, he stood in the back, chat- ting and laughing with
his chef buddies while the crew set up for the recipe shots.
When the set was
ready, I joined Lucas behind the counter.
“Morning,” he said
boisterously. “Good-mornin’,” I retorted coolly.
“Someone got up on
the wrong side of the bed this morning,” he said playfully.
I just looked at
him without saying another word. He shrugged as if unbothered by my demeanor.
He started the recipe, and I tried to be charming on camera as I read my lines,
but my sour mood was making me come across as stiff and unnatural.
We took a break,
and I walked out through the alley door to stretch my legs and regroup. I put
my palms on the back of my hips and paced back and forth. I was facing the street
when I heard the restaurant door behind me open and shut. I knew who it was
without turning to look.
“What do you want?”
I didn’t care if he could tell I was annoyed.
“Whoa, what’s your
problem today?” Lucas strode up to me and put his hands on his hips as he faced
me.
“What’s my problem?
You’re the one with the problem!” I crossed my arms in a huff and turned away
from him. He threw his head back, laughing wildly.
“What are you
laughin’ at?!” Growing angrier by the second, I spun to face him, hands on my
hips, my brow furrowed.
“Georgia, you are
absolutely precious, do you know that?” He towered over me and tried to take me
by the shoulders, but I shrugged him off.
“Stop it!” I said,
“You don’t get to do this!”
“What on earth are
you talking about?” I tried to wrig- gle away from him, but he took my
shoulders in his big hands and held me fast. His grip was firm, though he
wasn’t hurting me.
“Georgia, why are
you angry with me?”
“You sent John to
get me this mornin’. You didn’t even acknowledge me when I came in.” My eyes
were begin- ning to well up in spite of myself. Damn it! I hated, hated, hated
it when I couldn’t control my emotions. He put his arms around me and tucked a
curl behind my ear.
“And you don’t know
why,” he said. I shook my head indicating no, more confused than ever. My
bottom lip pouted just a bit as I stared up at him, betraying all my hurt and
disappointment. He gave me a look that flashed between concern and attraction.
“Oh, sweet Belle. What
am I going to do with you?” He shook his head a little. “You don’t know what
you did last night.” I looked into his eyes, not understanding.
“You didn’t know
what I was asking you to do when I asked you to come with me after the shoot,
but you didn’t even seem to care. You just came because I needed you. You
stayed with me, and listened to me…,” he put his hand up to my jaw, running his
thumb across my lips, pulling the bottom one down slightly.
Despite my anger,
his fingers left a trail of electricity behind them on my skin everywhere he
touched me.
“You didn’t want
anything in return. You held me as if… well, anyone who was looking on from the
outside might have thought you really did… care for me on some level.” He said
the last part carefully. He looked at me like he wanted to kiss me and run from
me all at the same time.
“So, you’re sayin’
I gave you what you needed, and you – what? You punish me for it? You shut me
out? That’s what you do when someone cares for you?” He looked a little
surprised at my choice of words. I was trying so hard not to show my hand, but
it had to be evident that I was starting to have some sort of feelings for him.
He was gorgeous, of
course, and any woman would be attracted to him. This, though, was something
more than that. The time we had spent together on set, and when he had taken me
to dinner and toured me around the city… little by little, he had shown me
another side of himself. It was a side I didn’t know if anyone else saw, and
that guy was someone I could definitely fall for.
Lucas put his face
down, resting his forehead against mine and stood there for a moment. “I’ve
never met any- one who excites and terrifies me so. When we get togeth- er…,” I
started to object, and he put his thumb to my lips again, and this time, I
didn’t argue. I knew the decision was already made and though the good-girl
upbringing in me wanted to fight it, the woman I was becoming wanted to embrace
it, and in the end, the woman was far stronger than even I had given her credit
for.
About Jennifer Woodhull
We all need moments of escape. With all the demands on us day in and day out, we each need something just for ourselves. Perhaps nothing provides a private moment - a brief respite from every day - like escaping into a great story. When you pick up one of my books I hope you find that place that you can escape to. Explore the streets of Paris with new heroines or fly around the world to reclaim your lost love with a favorite hero. Whether it's the romance that takes your breath away or those climactic encounters that make your pulse race, I hope you find that solitary moment of enjoyment while lost in one of my stories.
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