Cocky Chef by JD Hawkins
Release Date: July 31st
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Designer: Letitia Hasser from RBA Designs
Model: Christian Hogue
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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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J.D. Hawkins just made Chef Romance a thing. Cocky Chef had my stomach in knots and my heart going berserk! He has done it again. He creates characters that come to life. It's like I was right there in the kitchen with Cole and Willow. This book is so hot I just couldn't put it down and it left me hungry for more.
I have always had a thing for cooking shows and competitions, but I have never really read any romance books about a chef. I love that Cole and Willow know their way in and out of a kitchen. Their chemistry is sizzling. I appreciate that Hawkins chose to write in dual perspective. It is my fave because we get to be inside both Cole and Willows thoughts and see their internal struggles.
This 5 star review is for The Sweet Spot Sisterhood. Bon a petit!
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Love a good cocky alpha who doesn't take sh!t from nobody?Love the fiery woman who doesn't back down?
What about the impressively large...ego he's sporting?Her uncanny ability to put him in place...
These two make the "push and pull" a sport. The confidence is not lacking. Both right in their own minds...makes for some extra gasoline on the flames of their chemistry.
If you can't stand the heat...get out of the kitchen.
(Lame, I know, but I'm still snickering.)
I give this book 3.5 stars
reviewed for Sweet Spot Sisterhood
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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, independent 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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