Title: "Let's Do Lunch" Author: K.A. Jordan Genre: Women's Fiction Copyright: August 2 2010, K.A. Jordan.
Description:
A business owner at the mercy of her employees, Lindsey Bennett owner of the restaurant "Let's Do Lunch," finds her employees have no mercy. When Lindsey drops everything to be her injured mother's caregiver, relying on her sister to run the restaurant proves to be a mistake. Lindsey's trusted cook quits, the new cook changes the menu, her sister hires a waitress who can't run a register and money comes up missing. When a bug gets in a customer's food, Lindsey could lose it all! Somebody should get fired. But once she's back in charge, Lindsey finds that hiring is easier than firing.
More problems arise with the men in her life. Her new chef Brandon Pendleton – smart, sexy, fast living: he's the life of every party. Sergeant Kevin "Tag" McTaggart – handsome, aloof, this wounded warrior's blue eyes see into the depths of her soul. One will tease her until she gives up all her secrets. The other is out to use her and her restaurant.
Surrounded by criminals, deceived on all sides, and catapulted from crisis to crisis, can Lindsey stay focused? Her restaurant and her life are at stake.
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When Tag opened the door to his apartment, Lindsey stopped at the door.
"Won't you step into my parlor?" He teased her for her hesitation.
"Said the spider to the fly," Lindsey finished the nursery rhyme.
"There are no locks on the doors." Tag gestured for her to come inside.
"I don't know," Lindsey made a joke of it. Kissing him in the car was one thing, but being alone with him here was a little scary. "Maybe you're the big bad wolf in disguise?"
"Hardly," Tag grinned, settled her at the dining table, and brought her a beer and a glass. "I think you need to have a beer and relax."
"Okay." Lindsey poured her beer into the glass. "I like wine better. White is better to drink."
"I'll remember," he promised as he drank his beer from the bottle. "But don't expect too much. I'm not that civilized."
"I didn't have to ask for a glass," Lindsey smiled at him. "Maybe you are a wolf in sheep's clothing."
"Baaa," he bleated at her, making her giggle. "I'm gonna keep my sheep suit on."
"Is that a line from another song?"
"It is, would you like to hear it?" Tag asked.
"Sure." Lindsey agreed, glad for the distraction.
"Hold that thought," he said. "I'll be back in a minute." He walked down the hall.
Lindsey looked around; Tag's apartment was sparsely furnished. There was a caramel suede couch, with an over-stuffed chair, slate tiled coffee table, and an entertainment center. Army pictures covered most of one wall, photographs of various places he'd been, and a map of some place she didn't recognize. There was a photo of him in full dress uniform.
Lindsey smiled. He looked about twenty years old and so serious. Fate may not have been kind, but she thought he was better looking now. She sat on the couch, kicking off her tennis shoes as she waited.
When Tag came back, he sat next to her. He played the song on an MP3 player. It was a silly song. The big bad wolf singing to Little Red Riding Hood. After a few minutes she was relaxed again, her apprehension forgotten. Tag sensed it; he brushed her hair away from her face then kissed her gently.
"Come here," Tag's tone was firm, he pulled her onto his lap and settled her against his chest. He eased the clip from her hair. Dark waves slithered to her shoulders like a fall of silk. "That's better."
After a day in the sun, Tag smelled faintly of musk. Lindsey buried her face in his throat just to breathe the male scent. His face pressed to her hair, the embrace was soul satisfying. Lindsey had time to feel his heart beat, to settle into his shoulder, to exhale all the tension she'd been holding onto for days.
Eventually they kissed again long, slow and delicious. Lindsey filled her hands with the breadth of his chest. She ran her hands over the hard muscles on his shoulders. She trailed her fingers over the ripple of his biceps. He was so strong, yet so gentle with her; she was drunk on sensation in seconds.
Tag found the sensitive spot under her ear, used his lips and his teeth to make Lindsey gasp and shiver with pleasure. The soft sound made him aggressive, he closed his teeth too hard, pinching her.
"Hey." Lindsey twitched away, cuffing his shoulder. "Play nice."
Author: K.A. Jordan
Genre: Women's Fiction
Copyright: August 2 2010, K.A. Jordan.
Description:
A business owner at the mercy of her employees, Lindsey Bennett owner of the restaurant "Let's Do Lunch," finds her employees have no mercy. When Lindsey drops everything to be her injured mother's caregiver, relying on her sister to run the restaurant proves to be a mistake. Lindsey's trusted cook quits, the new cook changes the menu, her sister hires a waitress who can't run a register and money comes up missing. When a bug gets in a customer's food, Lindsey could lose it all! Somebody should get fired. But once she's back in charge, Lindsey finds that hiring is easier than firing.
More problems arise with the men in her life. Her new chef Brandon Pendleton – smart, sexy, fast living: he's the life of every party. Sergeant Kevin "Tag" McTaggart – handsome, aloof, this wounded warrior's blue eyes see into the depths of her soul. One will tease her until she gives up all her secrets. The other is out to use her and her restaurant.
Surrounded by criminals, deceived on all sides, and catapulted from crisis to crisis, can Lindsey stay focused? Her restaurant and her life are at stake.
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When Tag opened the door to his apartment, Lindsey stopped at the door.
"Won't you step into my parlor?" He teased her for her hesitation.
"Said the spider to the fly," Lindsey finished the nursery rhyme.
"There are no locks on the doors." Tag gestured for her to come inside.
"I don't know," Lindsey made a joke of it. Kissing him in the car was one thing, but being alone with him here was a little scary. "Maybe you're the big bad wolf in disguise?"
"Hardly," Tag grinned, settled her at the dining table, and brought her a beer and a glass. "I think you need to have a beer and relax."
"Okay." Lindsey poured her beer into the glass. "I like wine better. White is better to drink."
"I'll remember," he promised as he drank his beer from the bottle. "But don't expect too much. I'm not that civilized."
"I didn't have to ask for a glass," Lindsey smiled at him. "Maybe you are a wolf in sheep's clothing."
"Baaa," he bleated at her, making her giggle. "I'm gonna keep my sheep suit on."
"Is that a line from another song?"
"It is, would you like to hear it?" Tag asked.
"Sure." Lindsey agreed, glad for the distraction.
"Hold that thought," he said. "I'll be back in a minute." He walked down the hall.
Lindsey looked around; Tag's apartment was sparsely furnished. There was a caramel suede couch, with an over-stuffed chair, slate tiled coffee table, and an entertainment center. Army pictures covered most of one wall, photographs of various places he'd been, and a map of some place she didn't recognize. There was a photo of him in full dress uniform.
Lindsey smiled. He looked about twenty years old and so serious. Fate may not have been kind, but she thought he was better looking now. She sat on the couch, kicking off her tennis shoes as she waited.
When Tag came back, he sat next to her. He played the song on an MP3 player. It was a silly song. The big bad wolf singing to Little Red Riding Hood. After a few minutes she was relaxed again, her apprehension forgotten. Tag sensed it; he brushed her hair away from her face then kissed her gently.
"Come here," Tag's tone was firm, he pulled her onto his lap and settled her against his chest. He eased the clip from her hair. Dark waves slithered to her shoulders like a fall of silk. "That's better."
After a day in the sun, Tag smelled faintly of musk. Lindsey buried her face in his throat just to breathe the male scent. His face pressed to her hair, the embrace was soul satisfying. Lindsey had time to feel his heart beat, to settle into his shoulder, to exhale all the tension she'd been holding onto for days.
Eventually they kissed again long, slow and delicious.
Lindsey filled her hands with the breadth of his chest. She ran her hands over the hard muscles on his shoulders. She trailed her fingers over the ripple of his biceps. He was so strong, yet so gentle with her; she was drunk on sensation in seconds.
Tag found the sensitive spot under her ear, used his lips and his teeth to make Lindsey gasp and shiver with pleasure. The soft sound made him aggressive, he closed his teeth too hard, pinching her.
"Hey." Lindsey twitched away, cuffing his shoulder. "Play nice."
Playfully, Tag growled at her.
"Down boy." Lindsey giggled. "Not so rough."
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