MR Review Rating: 4.5 Stars
Lily, an accomplished chef and cookbook writer,
owns her own successful restaurant. One night, Evan, her long ago mentor, shows
up with the producer of his cooking show, Dylan, to try and persuade Lily to
come back to the show. The lure of fame but mostly money to pay off the
mortgage on her restaurant, are too good to resist.
But can she resist Evan this time around? Does she
want to resist? ... All seems well, until Evan's stalker
shows up again, leaving black roses for him.
Cooking Class is
a great little read, that you'll have to guess at till you turn the pages fast
enough to find out. - Manic Readers - Reviewer: Alberta
Rated 3.5 Ravens by Blackraven!
There is nothing better than food and sex, which makes Cooking Class by V.J. Devereaux a tantalizing, sexy read. The intense, pent-up passion between Lily and Evan is enough to take your breath away. However, when you add Dylan to the mix, it's enough to make a girl climax on the spot.
The sex is scorching hot, the bantering between Evan and Lily is at time hilarious, and the love that these three share is endearing to say the least...
...Therefore, if you're looking for a sexy story that involves men who know how to keep a woman happy both in and out of bed, a feisty heroine who's not afraid to speak her mind, a temperamental hero who has skills in the kitchen and the bedroom, an intense, loyal second hero who can melt your panties with one look, and a little suspense by way of a stalker to add an edge to the story, then Cooking Class is definitely the book to read. I can't wait to see what Ms. Devereaux comes up with next - BlackRaven's Reviews
From the Inside Flap
"Back off, Evan," Lily said,
desperately, placing a hand on his chest to make him keep his distance. "I
can't think when you're so close."
She took a step back herself,
needing to create some distance of her own, only to find Dylan had come up
behind her as reinforcement for Evan.
"He's right, Lily," he said, his
tone coaxing, compelling.
Turning, she looked up into his
handsome face, at his firm mouth. She was all too aware of the feel of his long
lean body against her. Desire flashed through her. Her own body was on fire.
Her nipples ached.
"You too," she said, remembering
her earlier thought, "You're just as bad. I can't think with the two of you
ganging up on me."
Saying those words was a mistake,
she knew it the minute she said them. The mental image sent another flash of
heat racing through her, her thighs instantly damp from the flood of moisture
between them. Color rose in her face.
Evan jumped on it. Suddenly he
smiled and in that moment he looked wolfish, or devilish, and she knew she'd
lost whatever advantage she'd had. She'd given herself away. He knew her too
"Can't you?" he asked softly and the intensity
in his voice brought her back around to face him.
His eyes flashed. Like a wolf to
the kill, he closed on her, the look in his eyes both exhilarating and
Something in those simple words,
in that look, in the heat in his eyes, sent another rush of excitement through
her. She nearly moaned, caught it back just in time.
She took a step back, only to
find another wolf behind her. Dylan. His eyes were intent.
He'd caught her slip too, her
inadvertent admission of attraction, desire for both of them.