I’m delighted to welcome author Adrianne Lee back to Thoughts in Progress once again for the Launch Day Blitz for DELICIOUS, the second installment in her Big Sky Pie series.
DELICIOUS hits bookshelves today in the form of Mass Market Paperback.
Here’s a brief synopsis:
Workaholic Nick Taziano is the proud owner of a successful marketing company in Montana. But his career takes a backseat when he learns his dad plans to remarry his ex. Nick fears she'll break his heart . . . again. And he doesn't like being reunited with her obnoxious daughter-until the all-grown-up beauty kisses him at the engagement party. The kiss might be a mistake, but once he tastes Jane's lips, nothing-not even her famous blueberry pie-compares.
A promising chef at Big Sky Pie, Jane Wilson never, ever wanted to see Nick Taziano again, but he's just been hired to do the pie shop's marketing. How's a girl supposed to bake the best pastries in town when he's a constant reminder of their steamy chemistry? His chocolate eyes and sexy dimples heat up the kitchen-and every part of her body. Jane has no room for a man in her life, yet sometimes the most delicious dishes don't follow the recipe . . .
This is another installment in the laugh-a-minute series that will have you craving scrumptious pies as you fall in love all over again with the characters from Adrianne’s Big Sky Pie stories.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Adrianne Lee lives with her husband of many, many years on the beautiful Olympic Peninsula in Washington State in a pole barn building her husband transformed into an upstairs apartment with a shop below for his hot rods.
Adrianne creates her stories on her laptop, in her recliner with her adopted cat, Spooky, curled between her calves, snoozing. Over thirty years of summer vacationing in the Flat Head Lake area near Kalispell and Glacier Park has given her a love for all things Montana.
For more on Adrianne and her writing, visit her website and connect with her on Facebook and Twitter.
DELICIOUS is available at Barnes and Noble, Books-A-Million, and Amazon.
Now here’s an excerpt from DELICIOUS for your reading pleasure.
Andrea hadn’t really asked for more whipped cream, but Jane figured she’d better bring some with her just in case BiBi was still in the kitchen when she returned. Although she hoped her assistant would be gone by then. The chill air brushed her bare arms as she stepped deep into the room and started walking to the Sub-Zero. A creak sounded behind her. She spun to see the door closing.
Jane swore. The music and crowd noise was barely discernible thanks to triple insulated walls, but it was too cold to be in here for more than a couple of minutes in a sleeveless sundress, apron, and sandals. She grabbed a container of Reddi-wip from the Sub-Zero and hurried to the door. The knob wouldn’t turn. She tried again. It was locked. Was this a joke? Recalling BiBi’s mean girl comment, she decided it might not be. She banged on the door. “This isn’t funny, BiBi. Let me out! BiBi!”
BiBi didn’t answer. And Jane realized that no one would hear her over the music and voices or through the soundproof walls. It wasn’t so cold she would freeze to death. It wasn’t so airtight she’d lose oxygen, but she was stuck here until someone realized she was missing or came looking for her. She gave the door a couple of good whacks, then hugged herself against the cold as a tear rolled down her cheek.
She turned back toward the room and saw the Devil standing there, looking as annoyed as she felt. Her heart almost stopped. “Why didn’t you tell me you were here?”
“I didn’t want to startle you.”
“Too late.” Her heart was thudding beneath her hand pressed to her chest.
He seemed to notice the tears on her cheeks. He set his camera equipment on a shelf and started toward her. “Ah, don’t cry, Pain. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“Did you lock this door?”
“Me? Hell no. I was near the back wall photographing some fresh strawberry and cherry flats for the blog.”
“Swear on your father’s life?”
He looked as though her request was ludicrous. “Seriously, why would I lock us in here? Oh my God, you’re shivering.” Nick tugged off his white dress shirt and draped it over her bare shoulders.
His body heat lingered in the shirt, along with his citrusy scent. Jane hugged the shirt to her, her gaze fixed on his bare chest. She shivered. Nick seemed to mistake it for the cold. She let him reach for her, pull her into his arms, and dry her tears. The yearning she couldn’t deny filled her so full that she thought she’d explode.
“Oh, God, Jane, don’t look at me like that…please…or I won’t be responsible—” He swallowed hard and tried to release her, but her mouth found its way to his…
“Is like knowing what pie is-a your favorite, Nicola. The taste, she lingers on-a your tongue long after the last little bite is-a gone, and you can no wait until you have-a some more. Then-a you know. Is the one.”
And Jane was the taste he’d longed for, the one he couldn’t get over. His heart’s favorite flavor. His body knew the second her lips met his, the kiss speaking to some primal part of his being, telling him that this was the woman. His woman. His mate.
Music seemed to surround them, not the country beat the DJ was playing, but violins and harps, a love song as enchanting as the ages. Nick felt swept up in it. Desire flared through him, a wildfire, sizzling his blood, burning every thought that wasn’t Jane from his mind. He swept her to him, his arms filled with her wonderful curves, his body instantly hard and thrumming, his breath coming quick and sharp, like his heartbeat.
He reached into her hair, and soon, loosened pins fell through his fingers, the French braid unknotted, and Jane’s satin curls bounced free, smelling like lilacs after a spring rain. The chill in the room stole across his naked back like a cool breeze, and Nick pulled Jane closer, fearing that she might be too cold still, but everywhere he touched felt toasty, inviting him to touch more.
He couldn’t resist. His hand slid beneath her filmy dress and up her sleek legs to snag on a flimsy bit of silkiness, his fingers moving it aside to find the nest of dense, damp curls, finding the center of her passion. She reacted with a soft, sweet squeal…his name on her lips spiking his need higher, her hands on his back erasing all memory of chilly air. He deepened their kiss, pleasuring her again, finding his enjoyment linked with hers. The greater her bliss, the greater his.
Hmmmm, now did that tempt your reading taste buds? Hope so. I can’t wait to see what else happens. Thanks so much for stopping by today. Have you ever gotten locked in a walk-in cooler?
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