Secret Library : The Game

by Adams, Antonia; Cott, Jeff; Marsden, Sommer

• ISBN13: 9781908262103
• ISBN10: 1908262109
• Format: Paperback
• Copyright: 2012-09-14
• Publisher: Scb Distributors

Summary

Three passionate novellas from The Secret Library range that offer essential, sensual reading. The Game - Jeff Cott The Game is the story of Ellie's bid to change from sexy, biddable housewife to sexy dominant goddess. Ellie and Jake are a happily married couple who play a bedroom game. Having lost the last Game Ellie must start the new one where she left off - bound and gagged on the bed. As she figures out how to tie herself up before Jake's return from work, Ellie remembers the last Game and has ideas for the new one. Jake is immensely strong and loving and has seemingly endless sexual stamina so the chances of Ellie truly gaining control look slim. Although she has won the Game on occasions, she suspects he lets her win just so he can overwhelm her in the next. She has to find a way to break this pattern. But does she succeed? One of Us - Antonia Adams Successful artist Natalie Crane is midway through a summer exhibition with friend and agent Anton when Will Falcon strolls tantalisingly into her life. After a messy divorce, a relationship is not Natalie's priority. Anton takes an immediate dislike to the shaven-headed composer, but Natalie is captivated. He is everything she is not: free, impulsive and seemingly with no thought for the future. He introduces her toDorset's beautiful coves and stunning countryside and their time together is magical. Things get complicated when her most famous painting, a nude self-portrait, is stolen and there are no signs of a break-in. When it's time for her return toLondon, Will doesn't turn up to say goodbye, and she cannot trace him. Anton tells her to forget him, but she cannot. Then she discovers the stakes are much higher than they first appeared. Taste It - Sommer Marsden Jill and Cole are competing for the title of Best Chef. The spicy, sizzling and heated televised contest fuels a lust in Jill she'd rather keep buried. She can't be staring at the man's muscles ... he's her competition! During a quick cooking throwdown things start to simmer and it becomes harder and harder for Jill to ignore that she's smitten in the kitchen. Cole's suggestive glances and sly smiles aren't helping her any. When fate puts her in his shower and then his chivalrous nature puts her in his borrowed clothes, there's no way to deny the natural heat between them.

Excerpts

'If you'll open your grocery sacks you'll see that the mystery ingredient is …'Jill Calvert opened her bright green plastic sack to find a lone bottle sitting at the bottom.'Cardamom!' Kat Stephens, the announcer for Best Chef, crowed cheerfully.Cardamom. What the fuck am I supposed to do with cardamom?Jill's eyes shot to Cole who was grinning like an idiot. Like an idiot? He was an idiot … or so she wanted to think. She couldn't like him. He was her only true competition in this cooking game. She'd known coming in that the only person she really had to focus on beating was Cole Roberts, the chef at Twisted Squid, a swanky restaurant a mere hour from her Baltimore based Lime.He waggled his eyebrow at her and she fought the urge to throw her small glass bottle at him. He was roughly six foot six so it was doubtful such a small projectile would do any good, but still. It was an urge.'You have forty-five minutes, Chefs, to wow us with your dish. Your time begins now!' Kat crowed.Jill had to force herself not to focus on the damn cameras. They still freaked her out even though Best Chef was in its final week of competition. There were only four of them left, hence a super difficult secret ingredient. A spice. Nothing more, nothing less.Freaking spice. And you just know Mr Fantastic Glasses over there is going to whip up something to wow the judges and …Jill cut herself off in mid-thought and ran to the pantry. Immediately she grabbed rice and set a pot of water to boil. Thank God for industrial burners and the quick boil. Jill dropped her rice and raced back for milk and cinnamon, some beautiful peaches she peeled and macerated in sugar.It was all a blur. Forty-five minutes was nothing at all and all along her own journey of cooking a killer sweet rice pudding with peaches and cardamom she had to worry about … him.Jill glanced up at Cole and he had the nerve … the gall … the balls! to wink at her and smile.Something in her stomach sizzled and dipped and it had very little to do with stress or food.'Don't think about that … man. And his glasses. And his muscles …' she whispered. Then remembering the mic pack on her back and the fact that it had possibly just picked up her ramble, she blushed hotly. The heat in her face had nothing to do with the insanely hot TV cameras.'Sorry, Jill, what was that?' Kat Stephens cooed for the camera.'Nothing.'