Cocky Chef…Review

JDHCockyChefBookCover55x85_HIGHBlurb: 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.

Review: Why?! Why when I go out to restaurants do I not see a chef this sexy? When I watched Chopped the judges are never this sexy. Iron Chef? Nope. Beat Bobby Flay? Maybe…I mean Bobby is kinda cute and he can cook which ups his sexy factor a smidge. Cole, however, is as hot as an oven in an Arizona summer. His cocky attitude and kitchen skills make him a winner in my book. I giggled to myself when he finally meets his match in Willow. She is my kinda heroine. She is a no-nonsense kind of girl but she also has a soft side that makes her relatable and not a b**ch. Cole’s softer side is also endearing and makes you wanna love all up on him then ask him to bake you a cake. His cake and his cakes all in one session…sounds messy but I love it.


Anyway, the story is well written, progresses nicely, and is told in dual POV. The chemistry between them is great and I found myself rooting for these two to figure it out the entire time. Cole did piss me off a little with his unrealistic expectations but hey guys are sh!t communicators and we know that, right ladies. So 4.5 funstatic stars for this hot chef and his lady, maybe next time I’m out I’ll request to compliment the chef and see if he’s as delicious as Cole!


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…”

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About the Author: JD Hawkins writes erotic romance with modern-classic alpha males and strong, independant 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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aljackson-staybookcover525x8_bw_mediumBlurb: I’m Ash Evans.
The life of the party.
Hot. Rich. Charismatic.
A tattooed rock star with the world at my feet.
I burn through women faster than the strike of a match.

I’ve embraced my lifestyle and live it to the fullest.
Until the day my lifestyle caught up to me.

Willow Langston found me at my lowest.
Facedown in a puddle of my own blood.

I owe her my life and I have three months to repay that debt.
What I never should have done was touch her. Kiss her. Take her to my bed.

Love wasn’t supposed to be a part of the equation.
I gave up that nasty complication a long damned time ago.
Now I want her more than my next breath.
But she doesn’t know what I know.

Do I leave to protect her? Or can I face my demons and ask her to Stay?

Shelly Says: I have adored every one of the Bleeding Stars novels. Each story has made its mark with me but I think Ash has always been my favorite member of the band Sunder. His life has been marked by personal tragedy and he always feels as if he’s been the one to blame for just about every downhill spiral the band has been through. Enter Willow who literally saves his life and wow, I just love her. Ash is used to “easy” women and Willow is sweet, caring, and “easy going”, she may be broken like he is but weak or “easy” is never a word I would use to describe her. I couldn’t tell you exactly why but I just fell in love with this story, barely put it down to fix/eat dinner with my family and didn’t stop until the story came to an end. I wish I could truly give it more than 5 stars!!

Tattered Gloves…Review

ttg-teaser3Head down.
Don’t look up.
Never make eye contact.

Those were the words I lived by growing up, the words that protected me in an unsafe home. But words are only letters and eventually even they couldn’t keep his hands off me.

Hoping to leave behind the shattered life of my past, I find myself in a boring, small town, with an aunt I’ve never met and at a school I loathe.

But soon I learn, not everything in this world is as black and white as I’ve determined. Sometimes those we are so quick to judge often need a second, third or even fourth time to make a first impression.

And often, there are friendships and even love waiting just around the corner, if we are brave enough to take the first step.

Am I brave?

Or will I hide behind these tattered gloves of mine forever?

Review: For this to be J.L. Berg’s first go at YA it was a good one. I wouldn’t say great but it was definitely good. I can give this to my 16-year-old niece to read and know she would enjoy it. The story kept me interested, however, I wish there was more. Maybe because I am 30 something and this book is not suited for me.

The main character, Willow, has something horrible happen to her (we know that from the blurb). It is hinted at, but never really divulged. I feel like the story is supposed to be a story of healing and in a sense it is, but because I didn’t get to go through the pain and suffering with Willow, I couldn’t really empathize with her. Sam is a pretty good secondary character. He’s going through his own teenage issues and is very supportive of Willow. I liked his character the most and wished there was more of his story on the page as well.

So, I give this 3.5 stars. If you are looking for a YA romance, this isn’t it. There wasn’t anything romantic about this book but it was still a decent read nonetheless.

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