Title: Turning Up the Heat: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance
Author: Laura Westbrook
Genre: Steamy Romance
Heat Level: 4 out of 5 bonfires
One restaurant to save.
One review can make or break her dreams.
Eliza is fighting tooth and nail to keep her father’s dream alive: running a successful restaurant in the heart of Houston. Bleeding money every month and out of options, her last hope is a positive review from a popular food magazine.
Traveling all over the world, Bryan has been focusing on furthering his career as a prestigious food critic. Staying in one place too long isn’t exactly his thing. Once he visits this small restaurant in Texas and writes his last review of the trip, he can head back to Chicago to rest before the next round of globe-trotting.
Neither of them are looking for love, yet they’re immediately drawn together. It’s too bad a kitchen fire interrupts their plans, forcing them both to make a tough decision.
Between their growing attraction, separate lives, and competing dreams, the kitchen might not be the only thing going up in flames.
If you enjoy steamy romance stories with alpha men, guilty pleasures, happily ever afters, no cliffhangers, no cheating, and a touch over-the-top, then you’ll love Turning Up the Heat. Get your fix with a story that hits the spot and doesn’t take all year to read.
Laura was kind enough to send me a sneak peek of her new book titled Turning Up the Heat. Older men/younger women romances are sadly missing in the erotica/romance genre and I’m excited to read this story! Be sure to check out this sexy book and support an amazing, talented writer. You can purchase her story in the links included below. (Please note that if you have Kindle Unlimited, the story is yours for free!)
Here is an actual excerpt from the story. Enjoy!
In conclusion, that’s why I’ll never look at Risotto the same way again. I leaned back in my chair and cracked my knuckles. I’d been typing and editing for the past three hours, and I was ready for a drink before bed. A six-ounce rocks glass with blended grain scotch and three ice cubes would hit the spot right about now. I could head down to the hotel bar, but I didn’t feel like getting dressed and, more than likely, interact with other people. I’d been interacting with more than my fair share of people the past month.
It had been a whirlwind tour, visiting a long list of restaurants in the central Texas area. It wasn’t my first trip to the state but certainly the most in-depth. My boss had been compiling a list of restaurants for a while now, in an effort to save costs of sending out a food critic to only a few stops per trip. My company was still doing well, but the economy was putting a squeeze on everyone, and costs were going up.
I shut my laptop and moved from the chair to the bed. This hotel featured a quality mattress, not the cheap kind I’d slept on when I first started in this business. My boss recently tried to get me to downgrade the quality of hotels I stayed at, but I swatted that away. Best to nip that kind of thing in the bud before it starts. I hadn’t been the best in my industry for the past ten years without knowing my worth.
Although sleep called to me, I decided to check one last thing, the folder with my next assignment. It was the last stop on my month-long trip, and I looked forward to heading back home. Not that Chicago had any better weather than Texas, but it would be nice to sleep in my own bed for a little while before my next trip. I actually preferred the dryer weather down here, and I wouldn’t complain about never seeing a snowflake again. I’d talked to more than a few Texans who had never seen snow before. The luxury.
The place was simply called Warren’s, located in the heart of Houston. It hadn’t been in business long, just under two years, but they already had made a name for themselves with grill items, but they were mostly known for their elaborate, upscale burgers. One in particular was titled “The Monster” and almost had more onion strings than burger patty. I already knew I’d skip that one. I didn’t come all the way to Texas just to have a heart attack. I was only forty-four, so too young for that mess, but still…it was best not to tempt fate.
I shrugged. It would be just like the rest. An average meal, an overbearing owner, wait staff hovering around me every minute, and a review that wasn’t exactly glowing. If I had a bigger head I’d enjoy it more, but usually the fuss was more trouble than it was worth. If I could work out a way for the restaurant to ship the meal to me, where it could remain just as fresh as if it had just come out of the kitchen, I’d do that in a heartbeat.
My eyes scrolled down the page to pick out the highlights. The establishment was owned by a woman named Eliza Carter who had run the place for just short of two years. Not much surprised me anymore, but that made me raise my eyebrows. Usually the youngest restaurant my company sent me to was a decade old. Either the place was doing something right, or she’d begged every day to get an appointment with me.
I flipped the page. It didn’t really matter either way. I was going there to do a job, and I did it well. Most of the restaurant owners thought the reviews were too harsh, but to that, I’d say they should up the quality of their food and service. It could hardly be my fault if their guest experience was less than stellar, and the readers of our magazine needed to know that.
Picking up the remote control, I turned on the first channel that came up. A man walked behind a woman in what I presumed was a movie, and he kissed her neck. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, offering more of her skin to his ravishing lips. He wasted no time in taking advantage of it, raking them along her shoulders in a way that appeared to give her goosebumps large enough to be seen by the viewers at home.
I pressed the button and the TV went dark. With a sigh, I adjusted my pants to make additional room below the waist. I didn’t expect a scene from a cheap movie to have affected me that much, but it only served to remind me how long it had been since I got laid. God, has it been that long? I tried not to think about it, and that made it easier.
I didn’t have time to focus on dating. Or maybe because I didn’t make time, but either way, it wasn’t really happening. Sometimes I felt like a lone wolf, best roving solo. Besides, life out on the open road was rarely a boring one. I’d worked hard to get to this point in my life and career, and I had no plans to be distracted from it.
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