Recipe for Lust: An Alpha Billionaire Romance Novel

 
9781537201054: Recipe for Lust: An Alpha Billionaire Romance Novel

Combine two hot guys and one lonely girl. Add a teaspoon of longing and a pinch of drama, and what do you get? The perfect Recipe for Lust.

My life had been one big comfort zone — long term boyfriend, long term friends, long term boring life. I wanted sizzle. Something new. Something different. When they say you better be careful what you wish for... believe me, you better.

I’m Claire Walker, and on a whim, I applied for the hot reality show, Extreme Cuisine, to launch my dream career as a chef. I soon found out I’d bit off more than I could chew when I was tossed into the pressure cooker of the show.

Over nine long weeks, I served up my best, even while cameras and everyone else watched my every move. So, how does a good girl from LA end up in the tabloids with a famous chef, surrounded by scandal and betrayal? Welcome to my life...

Remember Claire from Unraveling the Billionaire? If you loved Lauren and Asher, you’ll adore Claire and her journey to step out of her comfort zone, take a few risks, and discover love. Beware, it’s hot in the kitchen. 18+

This is a full-length standalone book so even if you haven’t yet read Unraveling the Billionaire you can jump right into this one with no problems. HEA included.

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Want to know more about some of the characters that were in Recipe for Lust? Here are the other books in this standalone series where you can meet them.
My Stepbrother, My Lover
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Unraveling the Billionaire
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Recipe for Lust excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
I smiled graciously and moved towards the elevator where a hand reached out and slapped the side to keep it from closing. "Thank you," I said without seeing who I was thanking just yet.

"Not a problem," a voice replied. A familiar voice.

I turned towards the stranger who sounded so familiar, and my heart fluttered in my chest. I knew I must be staring, and there was no doubt that my mouth was hanging open at the sight of one of my favorite chefs.

"I'm Aiden Maxim, nice to meet you," he said with a charming smile.

I wanted to scream. Jump up and down. Fangirl him for hours on end. "Yes, I know who you are," I admitted, proud that my voice sounded clear and professional.

He smiled, and his eyes roved down my body. They felt like snakes slithering against my skin as I pressed myself hard against the elevator wall. He had been a regular on my favorite cooking show for a couple years at least, and his bad boy persona was what kept many women tuning in when he was a guest. Now, here he was, in the flesh -- tattooed and muscle-bound flesh -- introducing himself to me, like I wouldn't know who he was. Aiden Maxim. Wow!

"But yet, I don't have any idea who you are," he said with a crooked smile that did interesting things to my lower belly.

His eyes were still on me, smothering me, caressing me, causing me to become more and more anxious.

"I'm Claire," I said, my voice becoming shakier the longer I was in his presence.

My palms were sweating as I rubbed them together in front of me. "Are you part of the show?" I asked, figuring he may be a host or a guest chef.

"Yes, one of the contestants," he said proudly.

"C-contestants?" I stuttered, my shakiness now replaced with pure fear in my voice.

"Yes," he confirmed.

"I thought this was an amateur cooking competition?" I asked, hoping I had misunderstood him.

"They decided to switch things up and add some professionals, semi-professionals, and amateurs together," he said. "Better ratings, ya know."

Yeah, better ratings, my ass. This would be a televised slaughter. And great, I get to be a part of it all!

The elevator door opened, and Aiden motioned for me to exit first. A gentleman was underneath that onslaught of tattoos and wolfish grin. Nice.

Even though it was a few minutes early, people were already gathering near the large sectional sofa that Gretchen had designated as the meeting spot in one of the private conference rooms. Some of the faces were familiar, some not. My stomach flopped as I moved towards the group, wondering if I should just run back to my room and call Lauren and Asher to send me another first class ticket home. I enjoyed that part of the trip. The rest of this production I'd gotten myself into, I wasn't so sure would be as enjoyable.

Gretchen appeared with a clipboard and wasted no time getting right to it. She went around the room to each contestant and read a short bio. I was relieved when I realized that there were more amateurs than professionals, but some of the names that were read off gave me chills. This was the real deal. No more playing in the kitchen, it was time to get to work.

"We'll have you each create an intro for the show. Just be yourself and tell us a little about why you're here, what you do for a living, why you love cooking, why you want to win, whatever comes to mind."

Panic set in at the thought of being pushed in front of the camera so suddenly. As each person took their turn, I realized they were all as nervous as I was, or at least many of them were.

"Aiden Maxim," Gretchen called out.

Aiden had been behind me, something I wasn't aware of until he placed his hand on my hip as he passed by. He winked, smiled in that sexy crooked smile of his and whispered, "Wish me luck, sweetheart."

Even his swagger was cool. He stepped up to his spot and looked completely at ease in front of the four cameras aimed at his face. He spoke without any sign of pressure or nervousness. I listened, soaking up every last word -- how he used to help his grandma in the kitchen, how he'd dedicated his life to feeding the poor, and how he planned on opening his own culinary school for underprivileged children with the winnings from this show.

Adrenaline rushed through my veins as I watched him make love to the camera. "That was perfect," Gretchen said with a smile. It was obvious as her eyes lingered on his chest that she found him attractive. How could anyone not find Aiden Maxim attractive? He was hot, a bad boy with a big heart, and he could cook.

My name was called, and my fingers went numb. My throat felt tight, and my heart raced. Oh God, I don't know if I can do this!

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