“What more could I do to prove to you that I’ve learned the errors of my ways?”

“I’m sure you could come up with something.”

“There’s a slight problem with that.”

“Oh?”

“My imagination, you see. It’s terribly…uh, how should I say…naughty.”

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Nodding, Joy let her head fall forward and rest against his shoulder. When another soft sigh, a pleased moan, fell from her lips, she didn’t try to stifle it.

“When we go inside later, I’m going to walk you straight to the couch and bend you over it. Not one word when I pull down your panties. Not one sound until I put my cock inside you.”

The image filled her mind until Joy saw nothing else.

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“Christ, you’re so wet for me.” He glanced into her face. The stark desire spelled there almost took her breath. He was so intense, his absolute masculinity highlighted by the early morning sunshine spilling into the room, almost perfect. Then his gaze softened, a subtle glittering in his eyes making her heart gallop.

Before she had a chance to process what it meant or how to deal with it, she lost her thoughts to the slow invasion of her body.

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“Get out.” She was shaking with rage. “Give me your key and get out.”
“I can give you this one, but you know someone will just slip me a copy sooner or later.”
“And I’ll castrate the person who does.”
Porter snorted with laughter.

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“Ham and cheese? Ham and cheese? I’ll have you know sir, that the croque monsieur is so much more than just plain old American ham and cheese. What’s not to love about toasted ham, with thick slices of Swiss cheese, aged to perfection? And the béchamel sauce that blankets the entire creation…to die for! It’s like an orgasm in your mouth!”

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Every time she looked his way, he was looking back. And every single time the hunger in his eyes made her reach for an egg, a slice of bread…anything to toss his way should he decide to act on his appetite. He couldn’t be that ravenous for her, could he?

The worst of it were the little hints he kept dropping throughout the short time frame. Always, just when she thought she’d centered herself, here came Priest to muck it up.

“How sturdy do you think this table is, Pepper?”

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On a mission, they went down the row of buttons, flicking open one after the other. “You caught me at a weak time, but for now, I’m saying yes. Yes, kiss me.” Her tongue slid over his bottom lip. “Yes, touch me. For now…yes.”

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His eyes had turned smoky. Probably a trick of the light. “I can’t believe how much I’m enjoying this,” he said. “We’re a damned good couple together. No doubt.”

Her stomach fluttered at the huskiness in his voice.

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His fingers brushed hers as he took the salt, a purposeful stroke that spread heat through his hand. “No worries. There are two things I’m very, very good at. Cooking is one of them.”

Pepper glanced at where they still touched. “And the other thing?”

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	Genre: Contemporary, Anthology
	ISBN: CHRSTN000001
	Length: 4 Novellas (74,000 words)
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Blurb

Four ultra-sexy stories by four great authors, with one theme

Who’s undercover?

Shane Madison – Dead sexy private eye posing as a Strippendale’s dancer

Tucker Lamb – Smooth as butter former conman posing as nerdy professor

Saffron Burton – Sensual food critic posing as just another customer

Katrina Killian – Brazenly sexual cop posing a gang member

Conquered by Cari Quinn – Serial monogamist, Emma Donegan, has never had a one night stand. But when she sees the sexy cop-stripper at a friend’s bachelorette party, she resolves to make her most risque fantasies come true.

Playing the part of a stripper is way out of private detective Shane Madison’s comfort zone, but the future of his business hangs on this one case. Too bad the incriminating evidence leads right to the irresistible brunette who keeps slipping tens into his g-string. He can’t let her distract him. Who knew it would be so hard…

Conned by Chloe Cole – Human sexuality Professor Cricket Malloy likes bad boys, but when buttoned-up Science Professor Tucker Lamb needs help with an experiment on aphrodisiacs, she goes the extra mile to help him out. After all, he’s harmless…

Tucker Lamb was born into a life of a grifter. He’s always prided himself on his fast fingers and quicksilver tongue. Ever since being placed in the witness protection program, he’s been on the up and up, but something about Cricket Malloy makes him ache to see if his tongue is as fast as it used to be.

Consumed by Dee Carney – It’s no surprise Chef August Jaeger’s rivals would do anything to discover the secrets of his signature dishes. When the curvaceous woman of his dreams shows up out of the blue, he grows suspicious. Fortunately, the best way to get to the truth is by offering a private dining experience that would teach her a passionate lesson she won’t soon forget.

Food journalist Saffron Burton has a job to do: find out what August is serving for Restaurant Week or lose her job. But with every course that passes her lips—and every minute in his presence—she’s finding what she really wants isn’t listed on any menu…

Convicted by Dee Tenorio – Crusty sheriff Cade Evigan doesn’t date convicts, not even ones as irresistible as Katrina “K.K.” Killian. The woman may have gotten under his skin—and once, on the hood of his car—but the sultry biker had criminal written all over her. He has to stay away.

When the shit hits the fan and the case she’s been working on for two years cracks wide open, Katrina heads straight to the hills to protect the one man she cares about. But some temptations are impossible to resist and she knows if she stays with Cade for the night, odds are her cover isn’t the only thing getting blown…

Reviews for Consumed

“The style of this tale is truly scrumptuous, This tale of romance between critic and chef is a delightful case of opposites attracting, the characters are well defined and full of life, the settings realistic and believable you can almost taste the passion as they fall hopelessly for one another, it almost makes you want to click your fingers and order another bottle of wine. It’s so easy to just let yourself go with this one, the plot flows nicely and you really feel a part of all the scrummy action, this was one story that left me salivating and craving more.” 5 Stars, Mitnik, Sexy Reads

“When this novella ended, I had a smile on my face and that’s always a good sign. This was a perfectly enjoyable little read. I loved the chef vs. food critic aspect of the story line. It was  perfectly developed with 2 wonderful characters in August and Saffron. I liked their instant chemistry esp. the way that August immediately responded to Saffron. So many times in novellas, the story seems a bit incomplete. That was so NOT the case in this one. The story and characters were wonderfully developed!” My Rating: A, Christi, Smitten With Reading

“I was completely, totally and didn’t know what hit me seduced when I read this story. Seduced is the best word that I can describe this sensual story. August and Saffron were inspired characters that had me reaching for something to eat. Ms. Carney’s use of words made me feel like I was eating what they were eating and smelling the aromas that filled the room. Ms. Carney is also a new to me author and her voice just seduced me to huge smiles and a few tears. It was sad for me to see this story end. I wanted to read more about Saffron and August and Restaurant Week. Excellent job by Ms. Carney and I want an August for myself.” 5 out of 5, Harlie’s Book Blog

“I loved this story. It made me incredibly hungry, and everything just seemed so incredibly sensual. I loved these characters and I definitely want to see more of them. I loved the curvy-ness of Saffron. I loved the sensual sexiness of August. This is one story where the “secret” felt right. Everything made sense and was very believable.” 5 out of 5, Natasha, My Disorganized Ramblings

“…I was sucked in and it quickly became a favorite. I always seem to really enjoy stories that deal with food, chefs, kitchen stuff and this was no exception. Once I got a better feel for August and Saffron I really liked them both. I found that they were both fun characters, easy to related to and fall in love with. I wanted to cry with Saffron when August found out her secret and left her.” A, The Book Pushers

“This story was so damned quotable it was very hard for me to pick just the ones mentioned in this review! I already had a whole bunch of quotes after being only 3 chapters into the story. Ms Carney writes sex scenes like nobody’s business! Scalding hot and beautifully written. Verdict: CONSUMED is excellently written, fast-paced, delicious and hot! It’s short but well-rounded and balanced.”
9/10 – AWESOME READ!, Pearl, Pearl’s World of Romance

“Though this is my first Dee Carney, I loved her style of writing which flows easily and her way of bringing the heat between August and Saffron alive right from the very beginning. Even though this quite a short novella, I would say Dee Carney has done a great job in bringing the characters as well as the restaurant to life, certainly landing her in my authors to look for…I would recommend Consumed for anyone who loves a hot novella featuring a sexy as sin hero who can do brilliant things with his hands. And I am not talking about cooking here *wink*.” 4 Stars, Maldivian Book Reviewer’s Realm of Romance

Excerpt from Consumed

Chapter One

For the first time in almost fourteen years as a chef, August Jaeger forgot the name of the dish he was serving. Christ, it was his design, his creation, yet the honey brown eyes staring up at him seized the words right off the tip of his tongue. “F-for your p-pleasure, Madame,” he stuttered instead.

With practiced elegance, he deposited the tray on the intimate table set for two and designed for close conversation. On any other night he despised the forced duty of making rounds among the patrons, but tonight he’d stopped next to heaven in heels.

He studied her face, amazed at his immediate reaction to her. In a crowd, she might not have stood out, especially if she’d worn a t-shirt and jeans. But tonight, she’d come attired in a black wrap dress that clung to every curve of her ample body.

August loved curves on a woman.

And he’d noticed hers.

“Oh! You’re…”

“August Jaeger at your service, Madame.” He tilted his chin toward the tray. “A complimentary amouse-bouche?”

Even in the dim candlelight, he saw the deep flush on rounded cheeks. “Thank you, Aug…mist…Chef. I would have never expected this at all. You. At my table! I mean, you’re like a rock star and really good looking and wow, I cannot believe I just said that out loud and somebody shut me up now, please.” Surprisingly slender fingers reached for nearby stemware. “I need a drink,” she mumbled.

August found himself enthralled and a rush of boldness traveled through him. Someone had removed the other place setting, so it looked like she was dining alone. “Would it be impolite to ask if I may join you?”

“Now?” she squeaked.

While biting the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing, he raised his hand, two fingers extended, not bothering to check if anyone noticed his summons. Every server on duty and every person at the hostess station followed his movement when he came into the dining room. He wasn’t the only one who despised his presence there.

“If you wouldn’t mind the company.” She’d better not mind. He wanted to drink her in with his eyes until full. “Madame,” he added after a pause.

“Saffron.”

“Pardon?”

“My name is Saffron Burton. So, Saffron, please.”

He gave her an indulgent incline of his head. “Saffron…so unusual. So pretty.” The way the word rolled off his tongue made his mouth water. “You must call me August.”

Please. He wanted to hear her say his name. Not just as part of everyday conversation, but in a throaty, breathy, on the verge of an orgasmic scream kind of way.

Why the hell he felt like this for a woman he’d only first seen minutes ago, he couldn’t say, but he had no plans on pursuing the question.

“Chef?” Vicky, one of his best servers—and one of the more tolerable ones—sidled up to the table, pen and pad in hand. He actually liked her.

“Please bring the bottle of whatever Miss Burton is drinking to the table. Also, ask Edmond to prepare two servings of the artichoke and arugula salad. He’ll also want to prepare the zuppa di fungi selvaggia.” He did a quick assessment of Saffron’s eyes, noticing the keen interest. “Followed by the duck and fig risotto.”

“But Chef—”

He didn’t break stride in his speech, not caring in the least whether or not she took notes. She’d get it right, he had no doubts. His sous chef, second in command of the kitchen, would work as hard to make certain August’s needs were met. “Lastly, the Meyer lemon, three ways, for dessert. And make sure Allen matches each course with an appropriate vintage. Thank you, Vicky.” The sommelier hadn’t had a chance to taste most of what August had just ordered, but he’d get his job right or lose it.

“Chef.” He couldn’t mistake the warning note in her voice. “If I may have a word with you, please. Madame, if you would please excuse the chef?”

Close to grinding his teeth in frustration, August waited for Saffron’s wide-eyed nod before sliding out of the booth. He and Vicky hadn’t taken more than four steps before he directed her into a corner. “Make it fast.” His gaze remained on the seated woman. If she left for any reason, it wouldn’t happen without him interrupting her for at least a phone number.

“Do you know who that is?”

For a split second he allowed his gaze to drop to the server, but he couldn’t help looking toward the woman who waited for him. The step he took toward Vicky wasn’t meant to be threatening, but it certainly went well into invading her personal space. “The woman? No. Do you?”

Vicky folded her arms over her chest, putting a little distance between them. “Well, we’re not for sure, for sure, but a couple of the girls think she might be from Brun’s place.”

He whipped his head toward her. “Motherfucker,” he gritted out between clenched teeth.

Vicky snorted. “More like spy. Like I said, we don’t know for certain, but it kind of fits. You know he’s supposed to be sending someone over here to check out what you’re serving for Restaurant Week.”

There were a few dishes he’d created specifically for Denver’s most popular food event, happening only a few weeks away. It had become well known that his restaurant often served the dishes as a surprise one unannounced night each week leading up to the event.

Tonight happened to be one of those nights.

Just because he didn’t formally announce the news, however, didn’t mean someone from the staff might not have let it slip. There were supply orders to be placed, instructions to be given to the line staff and myriad other reasons why the news might get out. It was a recipe, not U.S. nuclear missile launch codes.

If his biggest rival, Francis Brun, wanted to know what August was serving in order to create something similar or in direct competition to the dish, it wouldn’t be beneath him to send someone to scope out the key ingredients. Everyone in this town took their food very, very seriously.

“So what do you want to do?” Vicky inquired.

He took a minute to think it over. “Place the order I requested.”

Her eyes went wide. “Wow. Really? Even as packed as we are?”

“Tell Edmond he has seven minutes for the salads to be sitting on that table.” Now that he knew who he was dealing with, this wouldn’t be difficult at all to manage. He’d bag one restaurant spy without breaking stride. “Thank you, Vicky.”

“It’s your ass,” she muttered as she walked away.

Returning to the table, he changed his mind, figuring Vicky had to be wrong. Shit. He hoped she was wrong. Look at those pretty brown eyes watching his approach. They didn’t belong to someone who’d sneak secrets back to Brun.

Saffron smiled as he sat. “I’ll admit the last thing I expected was to be dining with you.”

“It’s not an experience I provide often,” August replied. Ever was more like it. “But in this case, I felt an exception was warranted.” He pushed forward the tray, which held four Japanese spoons of delicacies. “I only ask that you indulge me a bit.”

“Indulge you?” Her gaze snapped up from the appetizer tray to meet his.

“If you would, please. Allow me the honor of feeding you.”

That blush. So damned sexy.

August leaned forward and picked up one of the spoons. The shaved slices of scallop intermingled with his own blend of roasted peppers and then topped with savory and papaya had been stacked with painstaking care. “A sip of your wine and then open.”

His mouth didn’t know how to behave. One minute it watered, but now, watching her swallow Chardonnay, it went dry. August licked his lips, trying to help it out and then offered Saffron the spoon. “Now open,” he said gently.

He couldn’t stop himself from drooling when her plump lips opened. Couldn’t shake the hardening of his cock when a pink tongue extended. Blood pounded in his ears as she closed her mouth around the ceramic. And fuck, when she made that little delightful sound in the back of her throat, he almost ground his teeth into powder.

Eyes closed, Saffron chewed slowly. Her eyebrows drew together in concentration and August found himself imagining the explosion of tastes greeting her. “Oh my, that’s good,” she said after a pause.

“Sip the wine again.” Why did he sound almost breathless?

A quick sip and she made that noise again. The one that made every muscle in his body tighten with anticipation.

“August, I’m about to embarrass myself with pleasure here. That is a true masterpiece. And it’s just the amouse-bouche? I cannot wait to see what’s next on the menu.”

“Good.” A smile curved his lips before he realized what in hell he was doing.

She was the enemy. A spy. Sent here to make his world-class cuisine as commonplace as one of the fast food places down the road. Maybe. Time would only tell. In the meanwhile, he’d remain cautious.

If he wanted to remain a few steps ahead of Francis, his biggest rival, instead of showing off with some of the dishes he’d been working on during his day off, he needed to send her packing. Oh, but damn, why did she have to pick up a second spoon and take another delicate bite?

He had to see her expression brighten with unadulterated joy again. Had to. He even found himself leaning forward just to catch even the softest purr of approval. Breath held, he waited until he heard it before exhaling again.

Occupational hazard, he reassured himself while also straightening. The need to know every diner left satisfied. Nothing else.

“Tell me, August, are the upcoming dishes also handled with such care? These scallops reflect a lot of personality.” She looked at him beneath partially hooded lids. “I really liked that.”

There was probably something very wrong with knowing he’d be in her bed before the end of the night, but damn if he was going to figure out what. Lowering his voice, he said, “This amouse-bouche is nothing but a tease to go with the wine you’ve selected. If you’ll continue to indulge me, I’m sure I could make this night an experience you’ll never forget.”

“Well, you’ve certainly amused my mouth,” she said with a smile. A coy play on the translated words.

She sat back, arms folded across her chest. A long pause passed and he hoped what happened during the break—the dilation of her pupils, the flush of her cheeks, the parting of her lips—meant what he thought it did.

Arousal.

“Alright, you’ve convinced me and I’m totally game. Show me what you’ve got, Chef. Show me something that’ll make my toes curl.”

Oh, but the things he could do with that mouth if given a chance. And the many, many ways he could make her toes curl…

Spy, August reminded himself. She was probably doing her best to weasel her way next to him, just for the purpose of pulling a few culinary secrets out of him.

Better people had tried and failed.

“Sit right there while I go check on how things are proceeding. But I will be back.” August waited for her nod before exiting the nook to head for the line. A quick double-check that the kitchen wouldn’t miss him if he left.

Brooding over whether his business mind or his cock’s eagerness ruled him, he steadied his resolve on what to do with her.

He’d show her something to take back to Francis. However, by the time Saffron left, there’d be no doubt in her mind that August was the best chef in Denver. No one—not even someone who resorted to thievery—would take that title from him.

If, along the way, he happened to prove to her he was the best lover she’d ever had, so much the better.