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A Taste of You: The Epicurean Series Book 1 [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Fiction)
  • Author:  Grace, Sorcha
  • Author:  Grace, Sorcha
  • ISBN-10:  1682302032
  • ISBN-10:  1682302032
  • ISBN-13:  9781682302033
  • ISBN-13:  9781682302033
  • Publisher:  EverAfter Romance
  • Publisher:  EverAfter Romance
  • Pages:  374
  • Pages:  374
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Jul-2013
  • Pub Date:  01-Jul-2013
  • SKU:  1682302032-11-MPOD
  • SKU:  1682302032-11-MPOD
  • Item ID: 103167327
  • List Price: $15.99
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A young food photographer's appetites are awakened when she is swept off her feet by a handsome billionaire gourmand.

Beautiful and talented Catherine Kelly is starting over as a food photographer in Chicago. With her painful past buried in California, she’s focused on her career and is hungry for little else. Until she meets a wealthy bachelor with arresting blue-grey eyes filled with enough tragedy to match her own. William Lambourne is rich, powerful, and gorgeous--and as talented in the kitchen as he is in the bedroom. From the moment they meet, William is determined to discover the perfect recipe to unlock Cat’s resolve, awaken her senses, and make her his own. Book 1 in The Epicurean series, A TASTE OF YOU will leave you hungry…for more!A TASTE OF YOU

“Cat, you have to try this brioche. It’s to die for, if I do say so myself.” Beckett waved a thick slab of the warm, buttery bread he’d baked just before we left under my nose, but my stomach roiled at the mere thought of taking a single bite.

“Thanks, I’m not hungry.” I turned my attention back to the scene outside the window of the cab: the gridlock of Chicago’s afternoon rush hour traffic. We were on the Kennedy, and I hoped the traffic would clear once we got off at Randolph

. “Do not check your watch again,” Beckett warned through a mouth full of bread. “We aren’t going to be late.”

I gave him a wobbly smile. He was a good friend and only trying to help me relax, but this photo shoot was my big chance and I didn’t want to mess it up.

The cab crawled forward, and finally, we exited and headed west. The driver studied row after row of industrial buildings and warehouses looking for the address we’d given, and I clenched my hands on my black denim jeans. I wished I had driven instead of taking a cab, but oh well. I was still getting used to big city drivinl“À
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