There can be more than comfort in food...
What could well-known and wealthy Graham Cooper Jr. have in common with a blogger like Sloane Bradley, a woman with secrets sheâs kept firmly out of the public eye? That is, besides a love of food. Sloane still canât believe Cooperâs the chef at the restaurant sheâs been assigned to promote. But sheâs boiling to prove to him that her âlittle blogâ can put his place on the map. She can also fall head over heels for the guy, who has secrets of his own, it turns out...except for one thing. She canât get past the post-traumatic stress disorder that keeps her walled up in her home studio.
âDoes that taste like it came from my fatherâs other restaurants?â
âItâs fantastic,â she answered around another mouthful. âWhere did the chef come from?â
He crossed his arms, his face expressionless. âIâm the chef.â
Sloane nearly choked. Graham Cooper Jr., a chef?
âI trained at Le Cordon Bleu in Paris and worked in kitchens that made Gordon Ramsayâs seem like Girl Scout camp.â
Wow. His speech had the scratch of a broken record, as if he was used to giving it to naysayers. What did the heir to the Cooper dynasty have to prove anyway?
âIt was all very good.â Sloane squeezed a dollop of hand sanitizer into her hands. âYouâve obviously done a lot of work with these flavor profiles.â
Cooperâs mouth curved into a crooked smile. âNo offense, but what does a food blogger know about flavor profiles?â
Sloaneâs pulse pounded in her ears as she stared at him.
His grin faded. âWait. Iâm sorry.â He leaned his head in his hands, realized he was still wearing his work goggles and set them on the table. âI think that came out the wrong way.â
âWhatever. Itâs fine. Can we get back to work now? Iâm sure you also have better things you could be doing.â
Two could play at this game.
Dear Reader,
Iâm honored youâve picked up this book! It was so fun bringing Cooper and Sloane to life and following their journey through food, healing and love. I hope their story reminds you that healing is always possible, even if you have to reclaim it one day at a time.
Warning: this book may cause hunger, so be sure to read with a warm chocolate chip cookie and a tall glass of milk.
PS: I love to hear from readers! You can find me at www.laurietomlinson.com, on Facebook at Author Laurie Tomlinson, or @LaurieTomlinson on Twitter and Instagram. Thanks again for reading!
LAURIE TOMLINSON is an award-winning contemporary romance author living in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Her stories are fueled by faith, steaming mugs of tea, and her belief that life should be celebrated with cupcakes and extra sprinkles. When sheâs not writing, she enjoys baking with her two little sous chefs and testing new recipes on her husbandâespecially if she doesnât have to do the dishes.
You can connect with Laurie on her website, Facebook page and Twitter.
To my husband, Jef, for being the ultimate hero inspiration with your strength, love and support. Thanks for being my Huckleberry!
Special thanks to:
My husband and two children for championing my dream and making space for me to writeâand to the grandmas for all the babysitting!
Rachel Kent, my agent, for believing in my work; Dana Grimaldi, for discovering this story; my editor, Victoria Curran, for helping me strengthen it; and the rest of the team at Harlequin for their hard and superb work!
All the early readers who breathed life into this story in its early iterations. It wouldnât be the same without your input.
My ACFW community, writing friends, Alley Cats and my sisters Anne Love, Halee Matthews, Jaime Wright, Kara Isaac and Sarah Varlandâthey know all they have done.
Kathleen YâBarbo Turner, Kristin Billerbeck, Carla Laureano and Jessica PatchâI wish that all writers could have author-mentors like you in their lives. Thanks for giving me courage and for making me believe in what I already possessed.
And most importantly, thanks to my Lord and Savior for being the true source of hope, healing and life to the fullest.
CHAPTER ONE
A STICK OF Irish butter, cubed into tiny uniform squares. Half-cup portions of white sugar, brown sugar, glittering in the light. And the star of the show, a mixture of chocolate chips and crumbled homemade toffee that was good enough to eat with a spoon. All showcased in sherbet-colored ceramic pinch pots and bowls from the flea market.