Recipe for disaster? Or second chance?
Take one single dad working night and day to open his hot new restaurant. Mix in his irresistible new hireâa woman with a secret looking for a fresh start. Simmer until a kiss leads to a clandestine affair that plunges Lachlan McKinnel and Eliza Coleman from the frying pan right into the fire!
RACHAEL JOHNS is an English teacher by trade, a mum 24/7, a chronic arachnophobe and a writer the rest of the time. She rarely sleeps and never irons. A lover of romance and womenâs fiction, Rachael loves nothing more than sitting in bed with her laptop and electric blanket and imagining her own stories. Rachael has finaled in a numÂber of competitions, including the Australian Romance Readers AwardsâJilted, her first rural romance, won Favourite Contemporary Romance in 2012. She was voted in the top ten of Booktopiaâs Australiaâs Favourite Author poll in 2013. Rachael lives in the West Australian hills with her hyperactive husband, three mostly gorgeous heroes in training, two fat cats, a cantankerous bird and a very badly behaved dog. Rachael loves to hear from readers and can be contacted via her website, www.rachaeljohns.com. She is also on Facebook and Twitter.
ISBN: 978-1-474-07730-9
THE SINGLE DAD'S FAMILY RECIPE
© 2018 Rachael Johns
Published in Great Britain 2018
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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Chapter One
As Eliza Coleman stared at the door of the new restaurant at McKinnelâs Distillery, she forced a smile to her lips. The action ached a little because her facial muscles were rusty from neglect. But today she needed to put the last couple of years in a box and at least feign a little positivity. No way Lachlan McKinnel would want to employ a sad sack as head hostess for his âexciting new venture,â the phrase heâd used to describe his new restaurant in the online advertisement sheâd read.
She hadnât actually been looking for employment in Oregon but she hadnât not been looking either. Living on her grandmotherâs couch in her tiny apartment in New York wasnât terribleâshe adored Grammy Louiseâbut lately Grammy had been trying to coax her up off the couch and out of the house. Sheâd even suggested coming along to her salsa class or signing up for online dating.
Eliza shuddered at the thought of both. The last time sheâd been on a date was almost six years ago and sheâd married that guy. Did people even go on dates anymore? From what her girlfriends told her, hookups were the name of the game now. And she wasnât interested in them either.
At first, getting a job had appealed only marginally more than Grammyâs other suggestionsâat work, Eliza would have to interact with peopleâbut the more sheâd thought about it, the more it seemed like a not-too-bad idea. Work would at least help pass the long hours during the day and she couldnât live on her savings forever. On a whim, sheâd decided to look far and wide because the idea of getting away from everythingâgoing someplace where no one knew herâheld a certain appeal.