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GIVEAWAY ALERT
Today I would like to introduce you to a wonderful author, Irene Preston. Irene has stopped by to tell us about her new novel, A Taste of You which releases tomorrow!!!
Irene, I'm so excited to have you here today. My blog is all yours. Tell us all about very handsome Carlo and Garrett.
Thank you so much for spotlighting A Taste of You on release day. I had so much
fun writing this fun, foodie romance. I hope your readers will love Carlo and
Garrett as much as I do.
Blurb:
Hell’s Kitchen has
nothing on the flames Giancarlo and Garrett ignite at Restaurant Ransom...
Garrett Ransom is America ’s hot chef du jour. He has
a Michelin-starred restaurant in New
York City , a hit reality TV show, and a new man in his
bed every week. Yes, he secretly thinks his business partner, Giancarlo “Carlo”
Rotolo, is hotter than a ghost pepper, but he would never jeopardize their
friendship with a fling. Then Garrett overhears some juicy gossip among the
crew and realizes he’ll have to break Giancarlo’s cardinal rule, no banging the
staff - for Carlo’s own good, of course. Just a taste of Carlo should be
plenty. Long-term relationships aren’t on Garrett’s menu.
Giancarlo’s been in love with Garrett forever. He’s sure
Garrett will eventually realize they are destined to be more than business
partners. But when Garrett installs his latest boyfriend as their new chef
d’cuisine and announces plans to leave Carlo in New York while he opens a second restaurant
on the west coast, Carlo is forced to re-evaluate his life.
Can a high-strung British chef and a nice Italian boy from Brooklyn find the perfect fusion of fine-dining and
family-style?
EXCERPT
Carlo stared down at his plate.
“You made me a meatball sub?”
“Not exactly made.” Garrett sat
across from him. “I got it from that little shit-hole window in Brooklyn .”
“Joe’s? In Brooklyn ?
You went to Brooklyn ?” He glared across the
table at Garrett, suddenly afraid of what the innocuous-looking sub might mean.
“Am I dying?”
“Of course I didn’t go. Why
would I do that? I got it delivered. Your nephew bilked me out of a fortune to
bring it up here.”
“From Joe’s? In Brooklyn ?”
“Why not? It’s your favorite,
isn’t it?
Maybe, but it certainly wasn’t
Garrett’s. Garrett was as likely to order a meatball sub from a hole-in-the
wall place in Brooklyn as a hot dog from a
street vendor. Carlo looked across the table at Garrett’s plate, which
contained the same ingredients in a radically altered form. Thin slices of
meatballs fanned across the plate framed by a smear of sauce. The bread had
been sliced and toasted into thin crostini. Garrett had added his own tapenade.
It looked delicious, but….
“That’s ridiculous.” Carlo
pointed at the arty little plate. “Why can’t you just eat a damn sub like a
normal person?”
“I’m not normal. Normal
Carlo could have told him that
it wouldn’t matter if the bread got soggy. Therein lay the beauty of a Joe’s
meatball sub. You could leave half of it in the fridge overnight, and it would
still be just as drool-inducing the next morning, soggy bread or no. And you
could eat it standing in front of the fridge in your shorts. It didn’t require
plating.
But, whatever the reason,
Garrett had made a special effort. He had not only gotten the very thing that
Carlo would want for lunch, he had assembled it with his own hands, and, ah,
Carlo’s eyes rolled back and he thought he might have moaned. Maybe he was
going to have to revisit his stance on the bread and the cold sub. Whatever
Garrett had done while assembling and warming it….
Or maybe it just tasted better
because Garrett had made it special for him. A thing Garrett would never make
for himself. Yeah, Carlo was that pathetic because that could be it. He took
another bite and let all the flavors have a party in his mouth. He followed it
up with a sip of the wine, which got kinky with the sausage and red sauce and
set off another explosion of flavor.
He came up for air when the
sandwich had been reduced to a few drops of sauce on the plate.
Garrett’s plate was mostly
untouched.
“What? You went to all that
trouble slicing and dicing, and you’re not going to eat it?”
Garrett took a fussy bite of
the meat. “The meatball is actually pretty good. Maybe a tad salty.”
“Fine. I give up. I don’t know
what you have against regular food.”
“I could make a better one.”
“No. Don’t. Please, just don’t
even.” Because he was sure Garrett could make a better one. Except the meatball
would probably be the size of a pea. He would serve it in a spoon or some shit
and call it an amuse bouche. It would be delicious. Real meatball subs
everywhere would curl up and die of shame. He loved Garrett, god help him, and
Garrett was a freaking genius in the kitchen, but he drove Carlo up a wall
sometime with his quirks. Turning every damn thing he ate into a work of art
was the best and worst of them.
Well. Not the worst. The
worst was the never-ending string of men. Until Matt.
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About Irene:
Irene Preston has to write romances-after all, she's living
one! As a starving college student, she met her dream man who whisked her away
on a romantic honeymoon across Europe . Today
they live in the beautiful hill country outside of Austin , Texas
Irene loves to socialize. Stop by and say hello at any of
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RELEASE WEEK GIVEAWAY FOR A Taste of You WILL BE LIVE THROUGH MARCH 12TH.
RELEASE WEEK GIVEAWAY FOR A Taste of You WILL BE LIVE THROUGH MARCH 12TH.
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