Sunday, January 18, 2015

Sorcha Graces's Epicurean Series Spotlight


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)


“Absolutely delectable." --J. Kenner, New York Times Bestselling Author (on A Taste of You, The Epicurean Book 1)


The deafening clatter of plates clinking against one another, the hiss of the stove, and the shouts of the line cooks assaulted my ears as I stepped into the kitchen. It was jumping with waiters queuing to fill their trays with Willowgrass’s delicious food, workers washing dishes and stacking dry ones next to the food prep areas, and Ben’s sous chef calling out orders as he expedited. It took me a moment to recognize Ben, who was dressed for the party rather than the kitchen tonight. But it was clear he was in charge. He stood to one side, coolly surveying everything, but he didn’t see me. It sounded as though demand for Ben’s creations had exceeded expectation. The opening was a success, and I was happy for Ben and Amanda.
But I wanted to go home. I wanted to get away from William Lambourne and his stormy eyes, skilled hands, and velvet words. He was affecting my better judgment. I couldn’t let that happen.
I wouldn’t let it happen.
And I really thought I’d gotten away, but I’d taken only a dozen steps when my skin prickled with awareness. I turned, and he was there, standing in the doorway, looking angry and sexy at the same time. I had the urge to run, but I couldn’t make my feet move. Instead, I stood rooted in place while William took three large strides across the kitchen to stand before me. Even with the mouthwatering mix of scents from the food cooking, I could smell his unique scent. It made me hungry, but not for comfort food. No, there was nothing comforting about the way he looked at me.
Without a word, he took my arm and pulled me aside. I wouldn’t have been able to hear him above the clatter and clink of dishes, but he might have made an effort to speak. A refreshing cold and sudden silence descended, and I had a moment to realize we were in the walk-in cooler before his hot mouth descended. As soon as his lips touched me, I was his.
He didn’t ask, he didn’t hesitate, he merely took, and I couldn’t help but offer myself to him. His lips, his tongue, the way he slanted his mouth over mine, claiming me completely, made my knees weak. I think I moaned or whimpered, but I didn’t object. I should have been cold, standing in a freezer in only my jacket and thin tank top. I should have been turned off by the slabs of meat and the stacks of fish surrounding me. Instead, I was burning up, fevered with want. I couldn’t get enough of William’s mouth, his tongue, his body against mine.
And suddenly, I didn’t care if we were in a freezer. I didn’t care that he was an arrogant ass with a filthy mouth. I didn’t care that I didn’t want a relationship right now. All I cared about was the slow burn moving through my body as William kissed me. I hadn’t expected his kiss to be ordinary, and I wasn’t disappointed. He knew how to tease, nipping at my lips with teeth and tongue, giving me a taste of what I hungered for before pulling back.
I fisted my hands in his hair and pulled him closer, sucking on his tongue, pressing my body against his, feeling his warmth and hardness. I was aware of every inch of his tall, athletic body, especially his hard thighs, which brushed against mine, and the more we kissed, the more I abandoned myself to pure sensation. With a groan, he pushed me against one of the shelves, and I felt the cold metal through the material of my tuxedo jacket. But it didn’t penetrate. Nothing penetrated except the heat of William’s body and the taste of his mouth. He was bourbon and cinnamon and sex.


Catherine Kelly’s food photography career in Chicago is taking off and the handsome stormy-eyed stranger who recently rocked her world has become -- dare she say it? -- her boyfriend. Dating a billionaire who’s a god in the bedroom and a virtuoso in the kitchen definitely has its perks. But it’s the unguarded, tender moments with William that stir Cat’s heart and reawaken her appetite for love. A weekend trip to William’s vineyard so he can face a painful loss puts their new relationship to the test. Complex and layered, William is at once passionate and sweet, but also prickly and guarded. He’s promised openness, but it becomes immediately clear that Cat’s version of honesty and his are as different as chardonnay and pinot noir. It’s hard to fault William for his secretive ways when Cat knows she’s holding back, too. As the attraction between them gets even hotter, Catherine and William must share all of their secrets before their relationship can truly begin. And little does Cat know how dangerous confronting their pasts will be. (Book 2)

A SIP OF YOU from, Chapter 15

By eleven I realized I’d drank one or two too many pints of Coup D’Etat, so I started on water. I took a cab home and stumbled in, almost tripping over Laird, just after eleven-thirty. I wasn’t messy drunk, but I was definitely buzzed. And I missed my man. Why did William have to work tonight? Why wasn’t he here for me to ravish? After a few drinks, I was most definitely in the mood.
I took out my phone and frowned at it. No calls or texts. He worked way too hard. He needed to have a little fun. Maybe I could help him with that.
I stripped off my jeans and T-shirt, shimmied out of my underwear, and pulled on a lace-trimmed, silky black robe and lace thong William had picked out for me. I hadn’t had a chance to wear them yet. When I reached up to pull my hair back into a ponytail, the silk felt cool and sleek against my skin. I’d definitely be wearing this again. I grabbed my tablet, propped some pillows behind my back, and got comfortable in bed. With a grin, I called William on my videochat app.
He answered right away, looking serious and professional with a pair of glasses on his nose. Glasses? I didn’t even know he wore glasses. And was he in his office? I looked down at my watch. I wasn’t wrong. It really was almostmidnight. What was he still doing at work? Didn’t billionaires get to sleep?
“Hello, Catherine,” he said. His silky voice vibrated through me, sending heat straight to my core. I squirmed, pressing my thighs together.
“Hi, yourself. It’s been so long since we’ve seen each other that I forgot what you looked like. Love your bifocals, Grandpa.”
He sat back and grinned. “They’re not bifocals. I wear them for eye strain after long hours on the computer.” He pulled them off and tossed them on his desk. I’d been in his office once before, and now I remembered that his desk itself seemed to serve as a tablet. He must have a webcam set at an angle so anyone who video-conferenced with him would look directly at him.
“Likely story,” I joked.
He smirked—yes, it was definitely a smirk—and said, “What have you been doing tonight? Not staying home, I take it.”
“I was out with Beckett and Alec at Resolution—no, that’s not right—Revolution Brewing.”
His brow rose. “Catherine, are you drunk?”
“No,” I said a little too forcefully.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
“Okay, just a little.” I waved my hand. “But that’s not why I’m calling. It’s 11:42, William.”
“It’s 11:53, actually.”
I rolled my eyes. “Whatever. The point is that I’m supposed to look at my watch at 11:42 and think about you touching me.”
He paused for a minute before answering. “I do remember something to that effect. But I believe I said every day at 11:42 a.m.”
I giggled. “Well, whatever time it is, I’m thinking about you touching me now.”

The passion between beautiful food photographer Catherine Kelly and billionaire gourmand William Lambourne is now a full-course meal…

Cat and William have had the right ingredients for mind-blowing passion from the very start, and now their whirlwind romance has gotten serious. Very serious. They’re practically living together, and sharing William’s luxury Chicago penthouse is even more delicious than Cat could ever have imagined. Whether he’s cooking her an elaborate gourmet dinner or satisfying her every need in the bedroom, William Lambourne knows how to take care of his woman and Cat couldn’t be happier.

But life with Mr. Lambourne in his mansion in the sky quickly becomes complicated. Demons from William’s past are back and they want to harm what’s most precious to him: Cat. He’ll do anything in his power to protect the woman he loves from danger, even hiring an elite security team to follow Catherine around the city. Cat loves that William wants to keep her safe, but she’s not used to being a target – or being so dependent. And then there’s Cat’s new boss Hutch Morrison, the ex-rockstar-turned-world-renowned-chef who stirs up another kind of trouble. Cat’s definitely not used to seeing her stormy-eyed sex god so riled up. Cat and William may be a perfect pairing, but when dangerous forces of all types threaten to keep them apart, it will take more than just their undeniable chemistry—and their insatiable appetites—to survive it.

Book 3 in Sorcha Grace’s The Epicurean series. ** Contains adult content. Suitable for readers 18 & up **


Sorcha Grace is an adventurous eater, beach lover and author of scorching contemporary erotic romance. She is also the nom de plume of a nationally bestselling author who publishes in another romance genre. Visit her online at and on Facebook ( and Twitter (@SorchaGrace).

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