up the Heat
Chances # 1
For readers of Jill Shalvis and Susan Mallery, USA Today bestselling author Serena Bell teases all five senses in this poignant, tantalizing novel of fantasies long hidden . . . and finally indulged.
Aspiring chef Lily McKee noticed Kincaid Graves the first time he walked into the dingy diner where she waits tables. With his ice-blue eyes and primal tattoos, his presence puts Lily on edge—and reminds her of all the unfulfilled longings she isn’t pursuing while she’s stuck in this dead-end job. Without a doubt, the man is dangerous to her long-term plans of leaving town and hiring on at a real kitchen—and yet, she hungers for him, if even for just a taste.
Kincaid didn’t come back to his coastal Oregon hometown looking for a good time or a good meal. The ex-con has a score to settle, old wrongs to set right. But Lily, equal parts innocence and insight, brings out an impulsive side of him he thought he’d left behind in the past. And it only takes one intense moment of weakness between them to make him consider the possibility of an entirely new future—and the promise of passion beyond either of their wildest dreams.
Today bestselling author Serena Bell writes
stories about how sex messes with your head, why smart people sometimes do
stupid things, and how love can make it all better. She wrote her first steamy
romance before she was old enough to understand what all the words meant and
has been perfecting the art of hiding pages and screens from curious eyes ever
since—a skill that’s particularly useful now that she’s the mother of two
turkey, a small scoop of powdered mashed potatoes, canned cranberries, and
gravy made from cream of chicken soup, all served on white bread. Nothing much
to go wrong there, if nothing to celebrate, either.
fresh-roasted turkey, homemade gravy, a warm, freshly buttered biscuit,
apple-and-bacon stuffing, local cranberry preserves, and a heap of hot, creamy
garlic mashed potatoes. Her mouth watered at the thought. Her hands felt itchy
with her desire to overhaul Markos’s dad’s Thanksgiving
feast. And pretty much everything else about the diner, too—it was a shame that
a diner in a seaside town hadn’t nodded at a beach theme, or at least gone after
a sunshiny feel. Markos’s diner was cozy at night, but cavelike and stifling when the sun was
keep her eyes on the prize. If she kept saving at her current rate, she’d have enough
money to move back to Chicago, where most of her culinary school friends now
lived. She’d get a job in a real restaurant, actually cooking. And eventually,
someday, she’d have the know-how and the name recognition to start her own place.
It would happen, despite her mistakes.
spaghetti and meatballs tonight.” There were only so many ways to warn people
away from a meal without turning them off a restaurant completely, and Lily was
mastering all of them.
meatballs,” the mom said, smiling at Lily.
monstrosity built to look like a hunting lodge’s fireplace, just in time
to see the diner’s front door open. She had only a general impression of the figure
pushing through it, but that was enough.
adrenaline in her veins. Maybe, if she were willing to admit it, other body
parts were taking notice, too.
place to hang out, while the other half constantly monitored that back booth,
noting his absence or celebrating his presence. When he wasn’t there, she
wished he were, and when he was, she wished he’d leave and take the
distraction with him. So she could just do this job, do it well, and get on
through the twitchy boredom of waiting tables, like a wire through wet clay.
hanging the order for the kitchen and delivering the drinks for Booth 12,
though she knew from past experience that she couldn’t pretend he wasn’t there. Even
when she couldn’t see him, she registered him—how much space he took up in the
diner, how he moved through the restaurant to his seat, his walk as assured as
a swagger but so much more self-contained. Unhurried. Unapologetic.
only his cool pale-blue eyes absorbing everything, wary and watchful. In his
jaw, she saw the knot of muscle that told her he never let his guard down.
so there were two walls behind him. He drew the blind—another habit of his—even
though the sun was weak. He almost always sat alone, though once he’d had dinner with
a man Lily knew, a grizzled, bearded grandfatherly man who was one of her
brother-in-law’s fishing friends. That was a small town for you—if you didn’t know someone,
you at least knew someone who knew him.
about what it would be like to be with him, whether he could—and
would—give her what she wanted and needed, because she was supposed to have
shut down that whole line of thinking. But it wasn’t working so well. Her mind
kept going there, even as she delivered the drinks to Booth 12 and took their
orders. They made it easy for her—turkey dinners and burgers all around.
drinking coffee, which was all he ever drank, and reading an impressively large
book. And still, his thickly corded arms, the span of his shoulders, dwarfed
the book and, somehow, the whole booth. Her gaze slipped over the tattoos that
peeked out of the neck of his T-shirt. Black and flesh, geometric, triangles
and diamonds—almost tribal-looking. His arms were tattooed, too—she’d seen enough to
know that one arm was densely and elaborately drawn with evergreen forest.
him looking. A little thrill of speculation chased its tail in the pit of her
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