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If this heroine rings a bell, it s because you met her in Just a Taste, the romance between her sister Vivi and chef Anthony Dante. If that wasn’t enough to whet your appetite, the food puns in this blurb will finish the job… all puns aside though, if you love the tenderness, humour and engaging style of Susan Mallery, you’ll love these! Natalie Bocuse dreams of managing a chic Manhattan restaurant. In the meantime she's waitressing at her sister's French bistro in Brooklyn. Among the regulars is Quinn O'Brien, not only the best reporter in New York but the most handsome. He'll do anything for a story, even break hearts, though Natalie swears hers will stay untouched.
When Quinn offers Natalie a waitressing job at his parents' Irish Pub in Manhattan, she can't refuse. She'll be a step closer to her dream and temptingly close to Quinn. But then Quinn's new editor-in-chief steps through the pub's doors and wants to order what's on Natalie's menu. Now Quinn will do anything to stop the presses. Pursuing the greatest story of his life, his own love story, Quinn's going to need his luck of the Irish to win Natalie's heart or else it's c'est la vie…
An excerpt: Lord, when was Vivi going to stop trying to push her into the arms of Quinn O’Brien? Did Vivi really think she would go out with some reporter who looked like he slept in his clothing? Someone whose ego was so huge Natalie was surprised his head didn’t tremble under the weight of it? Someone with a horrible Noo Yawk accent? She’d never go out with a man like that, no matter how striking his sharp blue eyes were, or and how sexy his salt and pepper hair was.
Vivi sighed in resignation as she moved to make Quinn’s crepes. “You’re stabbing yourself in the toes, you know.”
“ I believe you mean ‘Shooting myself in the foot.’”
Despite being in America for close to two years, Vivi still had trouble with American colloquialisms. |
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