#BlogTour “Cocky Chef” by J.D. Hawkins

Cocky Chef by JD Hawkins

Release Date: July 31st

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Designer: Letitia Hasser from RBA Designs

Model: Christian Hogue


My musings…

4 Food Coma Crowns

I’m not sure how J.D. Hawkins did it, but he wrote about food in a damn near orgasmic way. The description and the passion the chapters have for food became a form of of foreplay for this romance based around chefs.

The Cocky Chef, Cole, is everything you expect in a celebrity chef, unrelenting, demanding, and curt (think Hell’s Kitchen), but he is also incredibly sexy and charming, at least with Willow. His passion and talent for food is clear and only serves to increase his desirability with readers, as there is nothing better than an deservedly arrogant man with the talent to back it up.

Willow is an aspiring chef, trying to work her way to the top. She has an immense passion for food, which readers realize as soon as she goes on one of many diatribes about her kind of food. Her rants are filled with passion, and the food she discusses sounds nothing short of delectable. Like Cole, readers will love that she is headstrong, smart, and driven – all the attributes she needs to be a partner for Cole in any relationship.

The pacing of this story moves well, and the author adds the perfect amount of sexual tension to keep readers on the hook. The conflict and development of the plot is pretty transparent, and most readers will be able to infer the basic plot outline from he beginning. The characters and the chemistry between them, plus the food conversations, though, are enough to make this an enjoyable read still.

J.D. Hawkins lures readers in with food and keeps them hanging around for the relationship between Cole and Willow. All I can I say is make sure you have reservations at the end of this one. Because you will want a Michelin-esque meal at the end of it.

ARC received in exchange for an honest review.


 Synopsis:

You can call me arrogant as much as you want. But when you’re the best at what you do and have the hottest restaurant on the west coast, with enough Michelin stars to make Gordon Ramsay’s head spin, you’ve earned the right to your confidence.

When I give an instruction in the kitchen, it’s not a suggestion–it’s an order. So when a new chef thinks she can do things her way, and dares to say so to my face, even her sharp wit and gorgeous pouty lips don’t make it okay.

But I have to admit, she’s got talent. She’s creative in the kitchen and not even that double-breasted chef jacket can hide her perfect body. As I get to know her, I can’t help wanting to know everything she thinks. I’ve never met a more talented chef. And I’ve never met a sassier and sexier woman in my life.

There’s only one way this push and pull can end.

With her in my bed, begging for more.

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EXCERPT:

She lets out a sigh of relief, but my cock hears something different in her gasping exhale. I bring my thumb slowly to a speck at the side of her mouth, fingers resting on the round perfection of her jawline. She stills under my touch and catches my gaze, time slowing with the deliberateness of my movements.

I brush the speck, but don’t pull away. Instead, I bring my thumb back across those ever-pouted lips, tracing their dip and fullness, letting her feel the texture of hands rough and scarred from a lifetime in kitchens, our eyes locked together in a moment of anticipation, emotions raging like an angry sea against the dam of the distance between us.

Her lips part slightly, I feel her shortening breath on my hand, and I push my thumb between those juicy, perfect lips, fingers pressing against the base of her ear. Her gentle gasp breaks the silence, before she closes those soft lips around my thumb, the sight of them pressing against my skin making my cock full against my pants. Her teeth gently squeezing my nail, tongue flickering as I push the finger inside the hot wetness of her mouth.

My other hand already on her waist, I pull her toward me, press her lithe body up against mine. Those magnificent hips swaying and rubbing against mine, her weight shifting onto me, breasts heaving, nipples so hard now I can feel them through that sweater dress.

“You’re fucking incredible,” I growl. Prelude to pulling her toward me, my finger in her mouth still, angling her head so I can taste the tenderness of her neck, run my sensitive tastebuds down the taut muscles, follow the path that leads me to the front of her chest. Quiet moans getting louder as I run my tongue down the softness of her cleavage, her dress my enemy now as I pull it down and bury my teeth in her breasts.

“Oh God…” she moans. “Cole…”


 

About the Author:

JD Hawkins writes erotic romance with modern-classic alpha males and strong, independant women. He currently lives with his wife in Los Angeles, CA. He loves to travel and has lived in many places, including New York City, India and Thailand. When he isn’t writing, JD enjoys surfing, training in Mixed Martial Arts, reading and taking naps. He’s always loved making up stories, especially ones inspired by real life.

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