Twenty-eight year old Coco Thomas knows the recipe for disaster:
1) Agree to plan last-minute engagement blowout for spoiled Mafia princess before you realize her choice of caterer is Nick Lupo, a despicably gorgeous young chef with a hot new restaurant in town, a reality TV show victory, and a romantic past with you—one that did not end well.
2) Strike a deal with Nick in which you agree to spend a weekend with him in exchange for his services, under the strict conditions there will be no talking about the past, no second chances, and definitely no sex.
3) Violate all three conditions within 24 hours and spend two glorious days remembering what made you fall for the sexy, egotistical bastard in the first place, and why it hurt so much when he broke your heart.
Add one road trip, plenty of good scotch, and endless spoonfuls of chocolate cake batter drizzled over your body and licked off inch by oh-my-God-yes-right-there inch, then just admit it.
You’re totally FORKED.
I loved “Frenched”, so of course I could not pass up the opportunity to read this second book in the interconnected series.
This book is about Mia’s best friend and business partner Coco. She lands what could be a major wedding with a huge commission except for one problem: it involves convincing star chef Nick Lupo to cater the wedding. Mega-hot
celebrity chef Nick Lupo who just happens to be Coco’s first love, ex-husband and heart breaker. When they meet up
again, it’s not quite what Coco expected. The attraction between them is still explosive, as is the sex, but there’s so much unsaid between them. Can Coco keep her heart from getting broken a second time?
I found this book to be just as hilarious as the first. Coco is witty and hilarious and I loved her inner monologues and thought processes. She’s a cool lady, but I found one thing to be very annoying both with Coco’s character and the plot. Why won’t she just let Nick explain why he left her all those years ago? Seems to me that impulsively divorcing
someone that you genuinely love and care about and then not giving them a chance to explain at all is very immature. It drove me a bit crazy. I get it that she’s stubborn, but it was a little bit of over the top drama for the plot that I found to be more and more annoying the longer it went on. There was obviously going to be a resolution and let’s face it, we’ve read a million books with this same kind of manufactured drama by a very stubborn hero/heroine. I get it. Next!
What I did appreciate about this book is the humor and the absolute delight of the relationship (minus the BS lack of explanation) between the main characters. They have great chemistry together and it’s very obvious that they have a genuine and deep love for one another. I think that alone raised the over likeability of the book for me. It was redeeming. And overall, I enjoyed it quite a bit. 4 stars.
He smiled. “You totally want me to kiss you right now.”
Shrinking back, I slapped him on the shoulder. “I do not!”
“You did, you so did,” he said, laughing as he stood up. He tossed the iPad onto his bed. “You licked your lips.”
Steaming mad, I clenched my fists at my sides and trailed him down the steps and back into the kitchen. He was so fucking infuriating! “That doesn’t mean I wanted you to kiss me. Because I didn’t. I don’t.”
“Oh no?” He whirled around and grabbed me hard by the shoulders. His lips hovered over mine. “Then tell me not to kiss you,” he said, his breath warm and soft on my mouth. “Say it’s against the rules. Say you don’t want it.”
Oh God, oh God, oh God. Why did he have to play these kinds of games? I knew what he was doing—he wanted me as badly as I wanted him, but he wanted it to be my idea so he wouldn’t look like the asshole. So he could say that I was the one who broke the rules. That I was the one who wanted him more.
He was either going to take me the way I wanted to be taken or not at all. I wasn’t going to offer him a fucking invitation, not after what he’d done.
“I don’t want it.” The lie slid out through clenched teeth.
He paused before letting go of me. “Good. Because I don’t want it either.”
Before I could stop myself, my hand shot out and grabbed his crotch. Beneath his jeans, his cock was thick and hard and totally erect.
I smiled wickedly. “Liar.”
Satisfied with his awestruck expression, I removed my hand and turned to the ingredients lined up on the island. “Well, don’t just stand there. We’ve got a cake to bake, remember?”
“Coco.” He said my name with enough force to make me wonder if he was angry at what I’d done. I faced him again and saw his hands fisted at his sides. And there was something other than shock in his eyes. They were darker than they’d been a moment ago, making my nether regions tingle. And was it the oven making it so hot in here?
I felt for the counter behind me. “Yes, friend?”
Rushing toward me, he wrapped his hands tightly around my head. “Don’t.” Then he crushed his mouth against mine, igniting a fire within me that consumed any lingering doubts or desire to play the coquette. I threw my arms around him and molded my lips and body to his. Later we’d probably argue over who started this, but right now all I could think about was getting closer to him.
We kissed like it was the first time, like we were back in his truck and we couldn’t believe we’d just met, like we’d
better get our fill of each other because such insane chemistry couldn’t possibly last—surely it would burn out as quickly as it sparked.
But God, God, it felt good.
“Nick,” I whispered as his mouth, that incredible, luscious mouth that had taught me so much about pleasure, moved down my throat. He closed his fingers in my hair, sending needles prickling across my scalp and down my spine. I tugged at the blue shirt, impatient to feel his skin against mine, to wrap myself around him, to get him inside me.
He dropped his arms and I shoved the shirt from his shoulders, but as it dropped to the floor, he did too, sinking to his knees in front of me. Breathing hard, I watched him slide his hands up the outsides of my thighs, pushing the dress to my hips. “Christ, this body,” he whispered, resting his forehead against my white lace panties. His hands flexed on my hips. “I’ve dreamed about this.”
“You have?” My fingers threaded through his thick dark hair.
“Yes. And this.” He kissed me through the lace. “And this.” He dragged the panties down to my knees. “And especially this.” He slid his tongue between my legs, which nearly buckled at the first firm, wet stroke.
At the second stroke, they began to tremble.
By the third, I wasn’t even sure I had legs.
“It feels so good, Nick,” I whimpered. “I don’t think I can stand.”
“Fuck standing.” He yanked my underwear all the way down and I stepped out of them, holding onto his shoulders for balance. As he stood, he reached behind me and hitched my legs up around his hips, my dress riding all the way up to my waist. Our mouths and tongues collided, and I locked my ankles behind him.
God, I’d missed this. I’d missed everything about him.
Melanie Harlow likes her martinis dry, her lipstick red, and her history with the naughty bits left in. She lifts her glass to readers and writers from her home near Detroit, MI.
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