Congratulations to Kate on her new release!! Keep reading for more about the book and a fun excerpt… oh and a contest!!! Enjoy!!
About the book:
ALL FIRED UP by Kate Meader (Forever E-Book; 9781455599622; November 5, 2013)
Her sweetest mistake . . .
Cool as a Chicago winter, private events planner Cara DeLuca is a model of self-control . . . until she meets the one temptation she can’t resist: Shane Doyle. The sexy, Irish pastry chef is too hot, too sure, too young, and after a crazy night in Vegas-her new husband. While at first Cara wants nothing more than a way out of her sham marriage to Shane, she soon finds that beneath his farm boy demeanor lies a man who can match her drive, both in and out of the bedroom. How can the wrong guy feel so deliciously right?
. . . Tastes so, so good
Shane has carefully structured his career and life around one goal: connecting with the family that doesn’t know he exists. Marrying a woman with more issues than a magazine stand wasn’t part of the plan, but melting Cara’s icy exterior is so worth the detour. Now as the annulment date nears and long-buried secrets are revealed, Shane will have to fight for the one thing guaranteeing the perfect life he craves . . . the current Mrs. Shane Doyle.
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And for more from Kate:
FEEL THE HEAT by Kate Meader (Forever Mass Market; 9781455599592; January 28, 2014) **Also available in e-book When famous British chef Jack Kilroy unexpectedly challengers her father to a cook-off in her family’s Italian restaurant, Lili Deluca decides to seduce the tempting Brit. But after a video of them kissing goes viral, Lili fears she’s cooked up a recipe for disaster. Jack knows they could be amazing together, but can he convince Lili to realize her own ambitions-and turn up the heat in his kitchen?
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Pulse accelerating, she pushed him aside and clattered up the steps. A block east would take her to Broadway and a plethora of cabs and, most important, away from him. Panic clawed at her insides, fear sucker punching the confident woman who had almost jumped a hot guy’s bones outside a church. Because that wasn’t really her, was it? It was a facsimile, a hopped-up-on-hormones version who was letting her body call the shots again. Pleasure and guilt went hand in hand. If her body wanted it, then it was one hundred percent bad for her.
Indulging in Shane might make her feel good, but those empty calories would be a killer.
She scurried toward the busy street up ahead, praying Maisey wasn’t lying in wait behind a car with a tire iron.
A strong hand landed on her waist.
“Cara,” Shane said, turning her back the way she had come. “Talk to me.”
“About what you’re thinking.”
Oh, he didn’t want to know what she was thinking. Guys pretended they did but they couldn’t handle a woman’s truth. “I can’t do this again.”
“Which? The dancing or me?”
His hand splayed on her denim-clad hip, sending a dangerous ripple of pleasure through her. Could he not feel the sharpness of her bones jutting like a coat hanger through the rough fabric? Did he not realize that stroking her, no matter how gentle, might slash him to pieces? She was a barbed weapon, hazardous to the touch, a danger to anyone who dared to come close. And yet, when he had kissed her and held her in his arms, she didn’t feel the awkwardness that accompanied every fumble with previous guys. She felt those barbs inside her retracting, her body blooming into a voluptuousness she had never experienced with anyone else.
Shane’s hands scared the hell out of her.
He cocked his head, still magnificent in that hat. “Did you have fun tonight?”
“So you have something against fun?”
“You had fun tonight but you’d hate to repeat the experience?”
What did he want from her, other than to torture her and make her feel like the worst kind of fool? A woman who had no control over her life, a woman so needy she had jumped at a guy who was all wrong for her. Not that any guy was right for her. With all her hang-ups, she couldn’t inflict her crazy on any guy.
She let go of a long, dramatic sigh. It seemed easiest all round to play up her worst qualities. Cara, the princess. Cara, the Lemon Tart. Best to push him away so he understood what he was dealing with and that she was doing him a huge favor.
And now for more about Kate:
Kate Meader writes contemporary romance that serves up delicious food, sexy heroes, and heroines with a dash of sass. Originally from Ireland, she now makes her home in Chicago, a city made for food, romance, and laughter-and where she met her own sexy hero. When not writing about men who cook and the women who drool over them, she works in an academic library. Visit her website at http://katemeader.com and follow her on Twitter @kittymeader