Under Her Clothes. Louisa Edwards
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Название: Under Her Clothes

Автор: Louisa Edwards

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Эротическая литература

Серия: Mills & Boon Cosmo Red-Hot Reads

isbn: 9781474028523

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      When Colby St. James dresses like a man to prove she can succeed in the male-dominated world of professional cooking, she never expects to fall for the handsome chef who will decide her fate. They agree that nothing that happens after hours will affect Colby’s chances in the competition and begin a secret affair.

      It’s been years since Dominic Fevre felt a sexual attraction toward another man. He thought he’d put that stage of his life behind him when he focused everything on his career. But something about Colby St. James makes him want to break all his own rules...

      

Contemporary, sexy stories for sassy women

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       About the Author

      Louisa Edwards worked as a restaurant reviewer, a waitress and behind the counter at a bakery before she decided to unite her lifelong passions for romance novels and food by writing contemporary romances full of smokin’ hot chefs, independent women and original recipes. She currently lives in Austin with her husband and two terriers. She is also the author of the Sanctuary Island series under the pseudonym Lily Everett. You can find more about Louisa and her books at louisaedwards.com.

      Under Her Clothes

      Louisa Edwards

      

Contemporary, sexy stories for sassy women

      Cosmo Red-Hot Reads from Mills & Boon

       www.millsandboon.co.uk/cosmo

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      Contents

       Cover

       Back Cover Text

       Title Page

       Dedication

       Chapter Three

       Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Copyright

       Chapter One

      Colby turned back the cuffs on her clean white chef’s jacket to expose the tattoo of an antique silver serving spoon on her left forearm and resisted the urge to adjust the rolled-up athletic socks tucked down the front of her pants.

      The intricate swirls of the spoon’s inked handle, crisscrossed with old burn marks and a wickedly curved knife scar, would bolster her cred in any restaurant kitchen in New York. Giving away the fact that the only bulge in her checked pants was cotton instead of cock? Would not.

      No big deal, she reminded herself as the 6 train lurched to a stop at the Seventy-Seventh Street station. Just another one-on-one interview in just another kitchen with just another arrogant misogynist of a head chef. You’ve done this a hundred times. Man up.

      Colby’s snort was swallowed by the hydraulic hiss of the doors opening. Man up? That’s exactly what she intended to do.

      Because no matter what mantra she repeated as part of the pep talk she’d been using since she started fending for herself at sixteen, this was definitely not just any old job in any old kitchen. Scoring this gig at Maison de Ville would prove, once and for all, that she was every bit as talented as any male chef who’d been promoted over her.

      Hustling across the platform and up the stairs into the chill brilliance of autumn in New York, Colby shoved her way through the mob of early-morning commuters still yawning into their blue paper coffee cups. She glanced up and down Lexington Avenue to orient herself—the Upper East Side of Manhattan was so not her hood—and caught a glimpse of herself reflected in the glass of a shop window. Superimposed СКАЧАТЬ