1½ shots Godiva® Chocolate
Liqueur
1½ shots crème de cacao
½ shot vodka
2½ shots half-and-half
1. Pour all of the above into
chilled martini glass or mix in a shaker with ice and then pour into glass.
2. Garnish with chocolate
shavings, whipped cream and/or chocolate syrup.
Excerpt:
The
restaurant scene, then, had done its job. Gretchen would have to send Jamie
flowers. No, she’d send a box of fattening chocolates instead. “Did you enjoy
your evening after I left?”
Kyle’s
gaze narrowed, he pushed himself out of the chair. “Did you arrange with Jamie
to drop by our table?”
“How
could I, when I had no idea where we were going for dinner until we were
there?” Not to mention, she’d have preferred to sever essential body parts than
ask Jamie Feldman for anything. But her irrational possessiveness was her own
problem. “The important thing is you had a good time, and you’re ready to make
up for everything you’ve been missing over the past year.”
“Those
things aren’t important at all.” He advanced on her slowly.
She
took a step back and came up against the door she’d closed a moment before.
Kyle
flashed a predatory smile. He took her purse and briefcase from her shoulder,
setting them aside. Then he rested his forearms on either side of her head and
stared into her eyes, his lips a scant inch from hers as he spoke. “I’m here
for you. Our date deserves another shot.”
Her
heart thundered. The thick eyelashes framing his gray-green eyes mesmerized
her. He stood too near for her to formulate a coherent response. This much
physical perfection and sex appeal should be outlawed. Her mind was not
equipped to handle it.
“What
do you say?” he asked.
Yes, take me. “I say, why me?” Her voice rose with an embarrassing squeak
as she struggled to compose a rational argument and remind herself she was in
her office, just feet away from her employees who’d never seen her anything
less than one hundred percent professional. “I get why you went out with me on
Saturday. You’d shut yourself away from the world, and I was the first woman to
find you. But you’ve been reminded you can have Jamie or anyone else you crook
your finger for. Why do you still want me?”
His
gaze softened with a tenderness that pierced her heart. He brushed his thumb
along her cheek. “How could I not want you, Gretchen? You’re smart and funny
and beautiful and not afraid to let a guy who has no idea what you like order
for you on a first date.”
Gretchen Meyers is a full-figured
woman living in a model thin world. Desperate to end her mother's constant,
nagging stream of dieting and fashion “advice,” Gretchen tackles the challenge
of reviving her mother’s faltering modeling agency. All she needs is to woo
back Kyle Ramsey, once the hottest model in the country.
Making the preemptive choice to turn
his back on his career seemed Kyle’s only option until Gretchen comes calling.
He doesn’t care what she wants to offer him, the answer is no. Still, he’s
intrigued by her refreshing personality and all her lovely, lush curves.
When tragedy strikes, Kyle finds
comfort and healing in Gretchen’s arms. But he can’t trust her with his
career-ending secret and she doesn’t believe their relationship will survive
the long term. He’s perfect and she’s not even close. Can the fragile ties
holding them together survive Kyle’s opportunity to become a true model hero?
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Sara Daniel writes what she loves to read—irresistible romance, from sweet to
erotic and everything in between. She battles a serious NASCAR addiction, which
she might have incorporated into one or two personal fantasies. And she was
once a landlord of two uninvited squirrels, which thankfully have never been
part of her fantasies.
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She must choose between the man of her dreams and the man of her fantasies.
When Haley Miller posts on a sexual fantasies forum that she wants to have an orgasm while surrounded by her friends, one reply stands out. Intrigued and desperately aroused, Haley prepares for the orgasm of her fantasies.
But when she arrives at her friend’s party, she learns that the man of her dreams, Seth Gardner, is back in town. Now she must decide if she wants to go through with her plans for public pleasure or go after her dream date with Seth, or risk losing them both.
The man turned and pinned her with a steady hazel gaze. His dark brown hair framed a strong, handsome face that she hadn’t seen in far too long. His lips curved in a lopsided smile.
She gasped. “Seth.”
“Haley.” Her name rolled off his tongue like one long delicious lick over her sex. He jumped to his feet, bringing himself eye-level with her—a good thing, since he’d been in a position to look directly up her skirt.
She scrambled to cover her own gawking. “You’re not wearing your glasses.”
“Contacts.” Not turning from her, he nudged the freezer drawer closed, rippling the ringlets of curly hair that hung past his ears. Without his wire-rimmed glasses, his sweet, safe image transformed into that of a dashing unpredictable man, leaving her disoriented and embarrassingly eager to discover the real man beneath his white dress shirt and pink-and-gray striped tie.
“Oh. Well, you look good.” As soon as the words were out, she wanted to kick herself. Way to come up with scintillating conversation, Haley. No wonder he never wasted his time chatting with her.
“So do you.” He tucked a strand of her wavy black hair behind her ear in a move that weakened the backs of her knees. “So who’s the lucky boyfriend right now?”
She loosened the knot of his tie, stalling for time. Her single status wasn’t in question, but a guy like him wouldn’t consider a woman available if she’d already booked an orgasm for the evening. Why couldn’t she hit on the right timing with Seth?
I write irresistible romance, from sweet to erotic and everything in between. I battle a serious NASCAR addiction and was once a landlord of two uninvited squirrels. (The children's book 
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