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Allison Hobbs is a national bestselling author of twenty-five novels and has been featured in such periodicals as RT Book Reviews and The Philadelphia Tribune. She lives in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Visit the author at AllisonHobbs.com and Facebook.com/Allison Hobbs.

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CHAPTER 1


An hour before dawn Solay was out of bed, dressed and ready to take on the new day. Situated beneath her modest apartment was her cupcake bakery, called Scandalicious. In six short months, Solay’s store-front business had taken off like a rocket. Known for their eye-catching appearance and scandalously delicious flavor, Solay’s cupcakes were all the rage.

Keeping costs down, Solay offered limited selections. Racy menu items like Double Chocolate Decadence (chocolate cake and frosting), Red Hot Passion (red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting), and Vanilla Kiss (vanilla bean cake topped with hot pink butter cream) added to the allure of Scandalicious.

For special orders only, Solay offered gourmet and savory cupcakes.

The Moulin Rouge-themed bakery was filled with antique furnishings and elaborate embellishments. A crystal drop chandelier cast sultry lighting upon walls that were painted a shameless, bright red. In the center of the back wall was a provocative wall sculpture—hot-pink, neon lips. A full-length floor mirror was draped with matching feather boas on either side. The latest sensual addition to the dining area was a foot-and-a-half-tall pair of legs that were adorned with seamed stockings and stilettos.

Solay walked swiftly past the black velvet couch that was situated in a cozy corner. A red brocade chaise lounge was directly behind bistro-style chairs and tables. Feeling a twinge of dissatisfaction, she stopped suddenly and looked around the small dining area. She needed a bigger space. The wrought-iron tables and chairs were crammed together; there wasn’t nearly enough seating to accommodate her growing clientele.

An unfamiliar sweet and spicy scent wafted from the kitchen. Holding a clipboard, Solay strolled behind the empty display case and pushed open the door to the kitchen with her hip. Her baking assistant, Melanee, was hunched over a butcher block table, chopping ginger root—of all things! Her work station was cluttered with oranges, lemon peels, ginger root, a vast assortment of spices, and expensive-looking cellophane bags filled with gourmet caramel.

Solay scanned the odd assemblage of ingredients, and scowled at her baking assistant. “What’s going on? What’re you baking, Melanee?” Solay tried to keep an even tone, but the quaver in her voice indicated that she was livid.

“I’ve been working on some new flavor profiles,” Melanee said confidently as she carefully sliced oranges. “We discussed a new addition to the menu, so I came up with an orange ginger cupcake, with a couple of twists.” Melanee gave Solay a conspiratorial wink, and then jumped up and pulled a tray of cupcakes from the oven.

Solay felt anger settling around her, infuriated by the gall of Melanee. Melanee wasn’t the loud, in-your-face type. She was quietly willful. And somewhat sneaky, in Solay’s opinion.

Melanee picked up another orange, cut it down the middle. “I’ll use our signature butter cream frosting, but it’s gonna be kick-ass when I mix in some tangy orange and lemon zest. I’m gonna drizzle it with caramel, and then I’ll add extra flair and drama by topping it off with a caramelized orange slice.”

Solay found it odd for Melanee to talk about flair and drama. Everything about Melanee was drab. She was straight up and down, and very thin. She seemed to have lost so much weight in the past month, she was beginning to look undernourished—scary skinny. She wore big, unflattering eyeglasses, and her wardrobe was nondescript. She came to work every day, wearing loose jeans, sneakers, and T-shirt—and of course, the Scandalicious logo apron. She never changed her hairdo, kept her dry-looking hair pulled back in a boring, short ponytail at all times. Melanee didn’t know the meaning of fashion or glamour.

Normally quiet and extremely focused on baking, Melanee didn’t engage in a lot of chit-chat while on the job, but when she started yakking about one of her signature recipes, she could go on and on until your eyes glazed over. Solay felt a yawn coming on as Melanee droned on about her ginger- and orange-flavored cupcake.

When Solay heard Melanee say, “I’m gonna call my creation, the Screamin’ Orgasm,” she became totally alert.

“Screamin’ Orgasm?” Solay repeated, shocked that Melanee, the seeming prude, was talking openly about an orgasm.

“The family-friendly version will be simply called The Screamin’ O,” Melanee continued, covering her mouth as she giggled nervously. Then she took a deep breath and returned to her normal personality. “I thought it would be real cool if we featured each of my creations on the chalkboard. At the top of the menu it should say: ‘Melanee’s Delectable Special.’” Melanee eyed Solay, wearing a challengingly serious expression.

Solay’s jaw became unhinged. Breathe, Solay. Count to ten before you go off on this heifer. Melanee was in serious violation. Who did this mousey little chick think she was, telling Solay what she was planning to put on the chalkboard? A violation of this magnitude warranted a long rant, but time was ticking, and Solay didn’t have the time for the luxury of giving Melanee a piece of her mind. Too angry for words, she pointed at the clock on the wall.

“I lost track of time, but when you see how popular my gourmet cupcakes will be, you’ll understand that it was well worth the time invested,” Melanee said, with a smirk.

“I can’t believe you’re playing around with a new addition to the menu without asking for permission. Do you realize that business opens in a few hours?” Solay snarled.

Sulking, Melanee grudgingly rose from the butcher block table. “I’ll start mixing up the red velvet batter while the Screamin’ O’s are cooling off.”

“The display case is empty! It should be at least half-filled with trays of red velvet, chocolate, and vanilla cupcakes. What would possess you to waste precious time, experimenting with new flavor profiles?”

Melanee pinched her lips together and gave Solay a piercing look of irritation. “I’m not experimenting. I’m a trained pastry chef and—”

“You’re a pastry school dropout,” Solay reminded her, snarling. “You have a lot of gall referring to yourself as a pastry chef. Furthermore, I run this business…not you! How dare you take the liberty of ordering a bunch of expensive items without my asking?”

“I thought you wanted to keep up with the competition. Improving that boring menu is the first step,” Melanee said boldly.

“I don’t have to keep up with anyone. My cupcakes sell like crazy; obviously my menu doesn’t require improvement.” Solay slammed the clipboard on a table, and huffily tied on a full-length apron. Pissed off, she yanked the fridge open and began grabbing ingredients: eggs, cream, and butter. In a metal bowl, she blended several cups of flour and sugar in with the dairy products and began beating the hell out the mixture.

Melanee touched the tops of her freshly baked cupcakes, and began scooping them out of the twelve compartments. “Wanna taste one?” she offered, ignoring Solay’s foul mood.

Solay turned her nose up. “Look, I don’t have time to taste a damn thing. At exactly seven-thirty, customers are gonna come stampeding through the door. You’re wasting time, Melanee. No, start hustling. I wanna see tons of velvet coming out of the oven.”

Melanee looked at her fragrant creations and gave a loud sigh. “What do you want me to do—trash the Screamin’ O’s?”

“I don’t care what you do with that ginger crap. Eat them for lunch…give them to the homeless.” Solay looked at her clipboard. “I came downstairs to tell you that I have a huge special order. One hundred cupcakes for a bridal shower. I planned on personally working on the order for most of the morning. But now that I have to pitch in and help you, I don’t know how I’m going to get it all done.”

Solay was piping frosting onto a batch of chocolate cupcakes when the old-fashioned bell ding-donged above the front door.

“Morning, ladies” Vidal called with a musical lilt to his voice. Vidal worked the cash register, took phone orders, ran errands, and did a little bit of everything, except bake.

“Vidal! I need you in the kitchen,” Solay yelled.

Fashion savvy, Vidal was looking particularly dapper in a cotton twill driving cap atop neck-length hair that was highlighted and coiffed by a stylist. Dark gray tailored trousers fit his lean body to a tee. His cherry gingham-checked shirt was coordinated with a dark cardigan sweater and a bold gray plaid scarf was knotted around his neck.

He owned more shoes than both Solay and Melanee. He possessed oodles of accessories to complete his look: belts, ties, cuff links, hats, scarves, pocket squares, sunglasses, brooches, and earrings. You name the trinket, and Vidal not only owned it, he wore it well. It was a mystery to Solay how the man maintained such a stylish wardrobe with the meager paycheck he earned from the bakery.

Peering through tinted shades, and clenching his chin as he appraised the women’s aprons that were dusted with flour and splashed with frosting and other unidentifiable stains, Vidal quipped, “Y’all look like hell. What’s been going on back here—a cupcake war?”

“There’s no time for humor,” Solay chastised. “We have a situation, and I need you mixing batter—”

“Nuh-uh,” he protested, shaking his long hair that was flat-ironed daily for a bouncy look. He pulled off his shades, revealing a subtle stroke of dark brown guy-liner on his lower lid. Annoyed, he blinked mascara-covered lashes and waved a manicured finger. “I don’t know anything about stirring up batter, chile.” He scowled excessively, as if he’d been asked to kill, pluck, and cut up a chicken. “I can’t work back here with my Dolce and Gabbana pants on,” he said, folding his arms.

“This is a crisis, and I’m not going to argue with you, Vidal,” Solay informed with a penetrating stare.

Vidal folded his arms. “You should have warned me. Had I known that you expected me to get all dusty, I would have thrown on something raggedy—something cheap and Old Navy-ish.”

Solay was unfazed. “Grab an apron, Vidal, and get to work on the vanilla cupcakes.”

“Solay, I can’t be back here in this stuffy kitchen with all these ovens going. I’m a people pleaser, that’s why I work the front.”

Solay held up her hand. “You’re whatever I need you to be, Vidal. Now get into an apron. Follow the recipe; don’t get creative.” She pointed to the recipes posted on the wall. “I have an important client that I have to focus on. I’ll be damned if I’m going to lose business because Melanee decided that she wanted to get fancy today.”

A look passed between Vidal and Melanee.

“I’ll be working in my apartment for a few hours. Call upstairs if you need me.”

Vidal folded his arms and grumbled under his breath.

“Listen, I want this problem rectified. If that case isn’t filled up by the time customers begin arriving, both of you can start looking for work elsewhere!” Solay grabbed her clipboard, then wheeled around. She banged open the kitchen door with her shoulder.

“Oh, my Gawd, what’s Miss Thang’s problem?” Vidal inquired in a voice raised in exasperation.

“Dick! She needs to get laid,” Melanee said with a snort. “If Solay wants to rectify something, she should start by ending her sex drought. Some good dick would put a smile on her face, and we wouldn’t have to deal with her being so mean and cranky all the time.”

Solay heard Melanee’s bitchy remarks, and felt offended. I’m not mean and cranky! I’m a businesswoman. My schedule is too demanding to put up with the emotional attachments that always develop whenever I attempt to have a friend with benefits.

© 2011 Allison Hobbs
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Product Details

  • Series: Zane Presents
  • Paperback: 352 pages
  • Publisher: Strebor Books (October 4, 2011)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 1593093683
  • ISBN-13: 978-1593093686
  • Product Dimensions: 5.3 x 1.2 x 8.2 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 10.4 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
  • Average Customer Review: 4.5 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (73 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #779,225 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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Known for her raw, edgy, and graphic writing style, Allison Hobbs burst on the literary scene with her highly successful debut novel, Pandora's Box in 2003. A prolific author, Hobbs has penned 20 erotic and paranaormal/erotic novels. She is also a contributing writer in Zane's anthologies, Purple Panties and Z-Rated, Chocolate Flava 3.

Using the pen name, Joelle Sterling, she has added The Eternal Dead series to her list of published novels. The series includes: Midnight Cravings, The Dark Hunger, and Forbidden Feast.

Hobbs' novel, Double Dippin' was nominated for The Romantic Times Reviewers' Choice Award. The Climax was nominated for the 2008 African American Literary Award, and Big Juicy Lips is one of the 2009 erotic nominees for the 2009 African American Literary Awards.


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8 of 8 people found the following review helpful By NovelAddict on October 4, 2011
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Solay has been all work and no play because her main focus has been her bakery, Scandalicious. Her business is booming, and her delicious cupcakes are flying off the shelves so her dedication has clearly paid off, but her love life is an entirely different story. With no time for men and their drama, Solay's romantic life has suffered and honey has cobwebs! (If you know what I mean) Finally ready to get her groove back, but still not ready for messy emotions or commitments, Solay goes in search of a friend with benefits. Soon she is ordering a handsome companion from Rent-A-Man agency, and before long she finds herself addicted and catching feelings. From that point forward her life begins an unexpected ride that no one involved ever expected.

Melanee is Solay's reliable baking assistant, always at the bakery before Solay whipping up the day's goods, and always hoping to mix up a brand new creation. Seemingly overnight Melanee becomes a different person, anorexic thin, withdrawn, sneaky, and then all of the sudden she's gorging food to reach a healthy weight, daydreaming throughout the work day, and whistling a tune. Solay and her employee Vidal are completely perplexed by her odd behavior and wonder what type of life Melanee leads outside of Scandalicious. They have no idea the Melanee is highly immersed in the life of masters, slaves, submission, and domination. . . always anticipating directions from her owner.

Having been unfaithful and seeking forgiveness, Chevonne is willing to do anything to get her husband, Lincoln, to put her indiscretions behind them. Agreeing to go to marriage counseling, the couple is soon told that a temporary open marriage is exactly what they need. Not at all comfortable, Chevonne is repulsed, and quickly recoils at the very idea of counseling.
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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful By Jason Frost VINE VOICE on October 6, 2011
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Waiting on an Allison Hobbs book to drop is like waiting on the next iPhone. You can't wait to get your hands on it so you can play with it. All day. And all night. If you just said "you can't play with a book" you have just told me that you have never read Allison Hobbs. I read Allison because she is one of my favorites. I also read her because I wonder... what the hell will she come with next? 'Scandalicious' is it. Solay is the sexy-cute owner of a cupcake boutique called (duh) 'Scandalicious'. This shop is heavy on the sugar and even heavier on the innuendo. My kinda place! She's a single business woman who spends too much time in the kitchen and not enough time in the bedroom. Not that she would have any fun in there, because her sex life is as empty and barren as class in Black History at David Duke University.

So she borrows a chapter out of the 'Manual for Horny Guys' and pays for it! As luck would have it, she gets one hell of "smack-down" of sex plus something else. Deon, her phallus-for-hire-, is FaceBook perfect. You'll have to be friends with Allison to know what I'm talking about). Out of everyone in this story these two have the hottest and nastiest sex this side of Cornnell Clarke. Oh y'all know Allison can write some sex scenes so be prepared to lick your fingers after a few of these here. Lincoln is the married guy; a married guy who is having incredibly bad sex with his wife. She's boring and wouldn't know her way around oral sex if given a map and GPS. In his anger he does something really stupid that cause repercussions far beyond what he plans.

Melanee was just... strange. This quiet, demure, chaste little thing is living a double life that is just... strange. Her sexual escapades, nevertheless, were very erotic. And strange.
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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful By Teresa Beasley on January 4, 2012
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Author Allison Hobbs shares another delicious tale with Scandalicious about a business owner that loves her treats. Solay is the owner of Scandalicious, a bakery that specializes in cupcakes. Solay's life centers on her business so she has no time for a real commitment. Solay decides to hire a male escort to fulfill her sexual fantasies and receives more then she bargained for and she cannot stop going back for more.

Melanee is Solay's assistant and a very good baker. Melanee starts to experiment with different flavors that showcases her talent and helps Solay's business even more. Melanee's boss does not know that she has a secret pastime that takes over her nights and will soon take over even more.

Lincoln and Chevonne have been married for seven years. Lincoln believes the marriage is intact until he finds out that his beloved wife is cheating on him. Lincoln's whole world begins to change as well as his anger and he does not know if he can forgive Chevonne. While training a new employee, Lincoln stumbles into Scandalicious for cupcakes and ends up receiving a lot more.

Scandalicious is an intense book about relationships and interesting hobbies. The author provides readers with relatable characters with unusual habits that brought the story to life. What happens behind closed doors in this book will shock readers. I recommend this book to others.

This book was provided by the author for review purposes.

Teresa Beasley
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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful By Dywane D. Birch on October 21, 2011
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The Queen of Seduction really turned up the heat in her latest creation, Scandalicious. Meet the sex-starved Solay, owner of an upscale cupcake boutique that drips with sensuality,offering its patrons decadent, mouthwatering treats to satiate their sweet tooths. Add Melanee to the mix, Solay's baker's assistant who has a deliciously dirty penchant for whips 'n chains. Stir in a cupful of Vidal, the quick-witted, over-the-top cashier-slash-hostess and fashionista. Add a tablespoon of broad-armed Colden, Melanee's master & lover. Fold in one-hundred-and-ninety pounds of Deon, a male escort & quick fix to Solay's sex drought, who knows how to whip, beat and blend her own "cakes" into creamy orgasms. Then sift in two cups of Lincoln, father of two who discovers his wife's been cheating on him and thinks getting even may help soothe his pain. Blend on high-speed for 328 pages and what do you have? Scandalicious!

Allison Hobbs never ceases to amaze me with her style of writing. From her memorable characters to the hot, steamy sex scenes that ooze from her pages, Allison knows how to deliver with a pen. Hands down, she is the baddest b**** in the game! Aaaaah, yes...finger-licking good!

If you don't know, now you know! Get your copy of Scandalicious today, and see for yourself!
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