Sweet Sensations

by Adrienne Basso

Genres: Contemporary Romance

Synopsis

Sugar And Spice. . . Lauren Stuart hasn't spent years perfecting her craft as a pastry chef only to let a stranger steal one of her prized recipes. Writing the definitive dessert cookbook is more than enough to keep Lauren busy, without investigating the wealthy hunk who claims her cheesecake as his own in a magazine article. But when she enters Jonathan Windsor in a cooking contest she's judging to expose his culinary fraud, she's surprised to find that the handsome businessman is a delicious temptation of another kind. . . . . .And Everything Nice Jonathan isn't sure how the profile detailing his return to his family's Maryland seafood business included a cheesecake recipe--the only thing he knows how to make is reservations. His entry in the bake-off is even more mystifying, but after one look at Lauren's lovely face, the only puzzle he wants to solve is her curious resentment towards him. He asks the petite blonde with the sharp tongue for cooking lessons, and soon dessert isn't the only thing on the menu as Lauren and Jonathan heat things up in the kitchen--and the bedroom. . . 62,586 Words

Release date: June 1, 2013

Publisher: eClassics

Print pages: 256

Sample

“Jonathan’s recipe! That’s my recipe!”

Lauren Stuart set down the large box she was precariously balancing in her arms and reached across her sister’s pristine white kitchen counter to retrieve the magazine. Angrily clutching the offending material in her hands, she quickly scanned the recipe and accompanying article.

Snorting loudly at the condescending tone of the title, Lauren flipped rapidly through the pages, finally finding the section about the pilfering Jonathan.

“This guy can’t be real.” Lauren lifted the magazine closer to her face, carefully studying the photograph of Jonathan Windsor. He stood comfortably behind the wheel of a huge sailboat, the crystal blue waters of the bay glistening behind him. Shards of sunlight highlighted the blond streaks in his windblown hair and heightened the sparkle in his deep-set green eyes. Over broad shoulders he wore a white crewneck cotton sweater that showcased his tan and emphasized the brilliance of his perfect smile. He even had dimples.

“You are a rotten, no-good, rich preppy thief!” Lauren rolled the magazine into a tight wad and smacked it over the counter. Twice. Then she marched out of the kitchen, shouting loudly for her sister. “Eileen? Eileen? Where are you?”

“Upstairs. I’m giving the kids a bath.”

Lauren heard her sister’s muffled voice and doggedly followed the sound, stomping her feet as she climbed up the winding oak staircase. She burst into the center hall bathroom and discovered her younger sister kneeling over the edge of the spacious porcelain tub.

“Warren!” Three-year-old Michael shouted his delight at seeing his aunt, stood on his feet and attempted to climb out of the tub.

“Hi, big fella. Are you and your little sister having fun in the bathtub?” Lauren greeted her nephew with a grin, and watched Eileen gently, but firmly, push Michael back into the tub.

“Hello, Lauren.” Eileen smiled faintly and pryed away the washcloth eight-month-old Ashley was furiously sucking on. “We’re almost finished. I just have to wash their hair.”

Lauren sat on the edge of the tub and unrolled the magazine.

“Have you seen this?” she asked, shoving the journal beneath Eileen’s chin.

Eileen sat back on her heels, but kept a firm grip on the baby in the tub. “Hmmm, Jonathan Windsor. Not your usual type, but he’s very cute.”

“Oh, please.” Lauren rolled her eyes disdainfully. “Did you see his original dessert recipe? That’s my recipe for chocolate Amaretto cheesecake. It was published in Cuisine magazine several years ago when they ran that feature on promising graduates of the Culinary Institute. I slaved over every detail, spending weeks perfecting the technique and adjusting the ingredients.”

“Are you certain it’s exactly the same?”

“Of course. I know my own recipes, Eileen.”

Lauren huffed with indignity as she watched Eileen carefully rinse away the clouds of white suds from Ashley’s head. Even though she was two years older than Eileen, Lauren occasionally suffered pangs of inadequacy around her sister.

Eileen was a successful attorney, married to one of the town’s leading physicians and the mother of two adorable, young children. She was beautiful in the classic mold; fair-haired and blue-eyed with delicate features, a flawless complexion and a willowy figure that could still turn male heads even after having two children.

In contrast, Lauren had a face that everyone automatically referred to as cute; brown eyes and hair that wasn’t quite light enough to be considered blond, a complexion prone to freckles when exposed to sunlight and a body that demanded constant exercise to avoid a steady increase of clothing sizes.

After taking five years to graduate from college, Lauren had worked at several uninspiring office jobs before deciding her true talents and interest lay in the culinary arts. She studied at the Culinary Institute of America and completed her education by apprenticing in some of the finest restaurant establishments on the East Coast.

She had returned two years ago to Salisburg, the small town on Maryland’s Eastern Shore where she’d grown up, with the idea of writing a cookbook. But not just any cookbook. This was to be the definitive, ultimate book on desserts that would appeal to both the novice and experienced cook.

Thus far the creation of mouthwatering recipes and writing pages of valuable advice on techniques, ingredients and equipment had been a challenge Lauren met and conquered admirably. Unfortunately, finding a publisher for this future best-seller was an entirely different matter. The pile of rejection letters on Lauren’s desk seemed to grow weekly, yet she refused to give up.

She supported herself by catering part-time and baking an irresistible assortment of pastries and sweets for a trendy coffee shop in town called Just Desserts. Her parents tried to be supportive of her career choice, but they were honestly confused. Although they managed to refrain from constantly saying it, Lauren knew what they really wanted was for her to find a nice young man and settle down, just like her sister. Apparently they couldn’t understand why their thirty-two-year-old daughter, as they so charmingly phrased it, wanted to be a cook.

“Jonathan Windsor stole that recipe,” Lauren said insistently. She wrapped a soft towel around Michael as Eileen lifted the little boy out of the tub. “And stealing is against the law.”

“I’m sure it’s a very serious crime,” Eileen said wryly. “Quick, grab the phone. It’s our duty as law-abiding citizens to report this heinous crime to the food police.”

Lauren’s eyes narrowed. “That’s not funny, Eileen. Look at this guy. I’ll bet he’s never even turned on an oven, let alone baked anything inside one. I swear, I’m going to sue him. Will you represent me?”

“I’m a tax attorney, Lauren. Not a litigator. Besides, I’m taking at least a year off from work, maybe longer.”

Lauren folded her arms stubbornly across her chest. “What am I going to do? I simply can’t let this jerk get away with this theft.”

“Jerk!”

Lauren and Eileen simultaneously glanced down at Michael.

“That isn’t a word a nice little boy like you should be saying,” Eileen said calmly.

Michael looked directly at Lauren, smiled mischievously and shouted, “Jerk. Jerk, jerk, jerk, jerk.”

“Wonderful.” Eileen sighed as he continued singing in a staccato rhythm. “Michael’s learned a brand-new word he can say clear as a bell just in time for my dinner party. My husband has invited the most influential and conservative doctors from the hospital tonight. Now Michael will have something memorable to say to everyone.”

Lauren winced at the look her sister gave her. “Sorry,” she mumbled, vigorously rubbing the boy’s wet head. She pulled the towel away, and his hair stood up in short, wet spikes. Lauren thought he looked adorable. Until he started his singing again. She glanced over at Eileen and noticed her sister’s deep grimace.

“For heaven’s sake, Eileen, lighten up. He’s only three years old,” Lauren admonished. “Your guests won’t be arriving until seven. Maybe Michael will forget his new word by then.”

“Don’t count on it.” Eileen pushed the hair out of her face with the back of her hand and sighed again. “You’re right, Lauren. I’m overreacting. But tonight is so important to Rob. I want everything to be perfect.”

“It will be,” Lauren said. She gave Eileen’s arm a reassuring pat. “I brought over a fabulous selection of pound cakes I baked this morning: lemon, orange poppy seed, marble and double chocolate fudge. Plus I personally selected the freshest strawberries from the produce market. They’ll look great served in that crystal bowl Dr. Percy and his wife gave you for a wedding gift.

“For the main course I made chicken breasts with the sun-dried tomato sauce Rob likes so much. All you have to do is cook the pasta. And the hors d’oeuvres are really spectacular. Oh, my goodness. I was so enraged over this article I left everything in a box on the kitchen counter. I’ll be back as soon as I put the food in the refrigerator.”

Lauren ran out the door, turned her head without breaking stride and shouted, “Start planning my lawsuit.”

When she reached the kitchen Lauren unpacked the cardboard box containing the desserts, main course and canapes for Eileen’s dinner party. She arranged everything neatly on the counter, then opened the refrigerator to store the perishable items.

Her face broadened into a wide grin as she beheld the numerous half-empty cartons of take-out food from nearly every establishment in the area. Eileen was a woman of many talents, but cooking was not among them. Lauren felt a guilty prick of conscience because she secretly took great pleasure in the fact that her sister was a dismal cook. It was wonderful having a skill Eileen didn’t, even if her parents had difficulty acknowledging culinary creativity as a proper talent.

As the older sister Lauren had been expected to assume the leadership sibling position, but even as children it had quickly become apparent that Eileen was far more capable of fulfilling that role. She was brighter, more organized, more intuitive.

And so Eileen became the star child and Lauren the not-good-enough child. Lauren honestly never believed that her parents deliberately set out to make her feel inferior, but they were guilty of being insensitive to the individual differences that made her and Eileen unique individuals.

As grown women the need to compete had vastly diminished, yet Lauren still felt the occasional pang of inadequacy if she compared herself to her flawless sister.

So she tried very hard to avoid making any comparisons. Unless she was the one coming out ahead!

Lauren was still shifting cartons around in the refrigerator when she heard someone enter the room. She turned around and met the kind blue eyes of her brother-in-law, Dr. Robert Dalton.

“I’m glad to see the calvary has arrived,” he said in an amused tone. “Eileen was really nervous when I left for the hospital this morning.” He ran an appreciative eye over the food spread out on the countertop, then leaned down and kissed Lauren’s cheek in greeting.

“Hi, Rob.” Lauren smiled at her brother-in-law. He was a tall, slender man with sculpted features and a warm, friendly manner. Lauren had always liked him. “Eileen’s upstairs with Michael and Ashley.”

“I’ll go up in a minute.” Rob selected a cherry tomato stuffed with goat cheese from the assortment of endive boats, stuffed snow peas, dilled baby carrots and caviar potato canapes. He popped the tomato in his mouth and closed his eyes. Lauren watched his attractive face contort into an expression of pure bliss. “Incredible. You’ve outdone yourself again, Lauren. Thank you.”

A blush rose to Lauren’s cheeks. There was something intimate, almost erotic about the way Rob had savored his tomato. Maybe she should offer to teach Eileen how to cook a few simple gourmet dishes. Rob snatched up three more tomatoes, flashed her a charming grin and left the room.

Eileen appeared a few minutes later. “What enticing creations have you been feeding my husband? He never even blinked an eye when Michael called him a jerk.”

Lauren groaned. “One slip of the tongue and I’m condemned for life.” Lauren held out a container of vegetable appetizers as a peace offering. “Try a cheesy cucumber slice. Maybe you’ll forgive me before my nephew turns twenty-one.”

“Pass me one of those caviar potatoes and I’ll forgive you when Michael’s eighteen.” Eileen munched appreciatively on her potato. “I hope you’ll be joining us for dinner. There will be not one, not two, but three unattached male. doctors in attendance. Please say you’ll stay.”

“I have to work.” Lauren leaned against the counter and tasted one of the endive boats. “Besides, Mother would go into cardiac arrest if she found out I met three eligible doctors. I believe the mere possibility of having both your daughters married to physicians automatically qualifies one for the Mothers’ Hall of Fame.”

“Mother isn’t that bad,” Eileen said in a halfhearted tone as she opened a cabinet and removed an oblong silver tray. She set it on the counter, and the two women began arranging the colorful vegetable appetizers.

“She’s a mother,” Lauren remarked cheerfully. “She was empowered with the ability to be irritating the moment she gave birth. It usually doesn’t bother me, but I’ve had a very hectic week, and seeing my recipe published by this Jonathan Windsor character was the icing on the cake. I simply can’t deal with Mother on top of everything else.”

Eileen toyed with the neatly arranged vegetable tray. “If it would help I could spend a few hours this weekend doing some research into copyright statutes at the law library.”

A strong sense of gratitude filled Lauren, nudging aside her previous thirst for revenge. “I appreciate the offer, but I’m sure it would be a waste of time. I’ve had my moment of anger, it’s pointless to dwell upon it. As Dad always likes to say, ‘What goes around comes around.’ Someday soon something equally infuriating will happen to Jonathan Windsor. I’m just disappointed that I won’t be there to witness the moment.”

“Not necessarily.”

Lauren was definitely intrigued by the glint of speculation in Eileen’s glowing blue eyes. “You have an idea?”

“You’re forgetting about the hospital auxiliary’s cooking contest I’m coordinating. It’s the biggest fund-raising event of the year, and I believe we still have a few openings in the dessert category.”

Lauren’s brown eyes widened in understanding. “And I’m one of the judges in that category. What a brilliant idea! The scoring is based on technique and presentation as well as end result. All the baking must be done in front of the judges. Boy, I’d love to see Mr. Jonathan Windsor bumbling around the kitchen, melted chocolate and almond paste flying everywhere. How do we get him to enter?”

Eileen’s mouth tilted wryly. “If he doesn’t really bake, as you suspect, I doubt he would return an application if I sent him one.”

“Then I suppose we’ll have to complete the application for him.” Lauren smiled conspiratorially. “After that, we’ll see how anxious he is to share his cheesecake recipe with the world. There will be a preliminary meeting for all the contestants next Saturday to schedule cooking times and answer questions. If we can’t find Jonathan’s home address in the phone book, we can mail the meeting notification to his office. The address was included in the magazine article.”

“Sounds good to me.” Eileen’s bright grin suddenly turned into a frown. “Of course, Jonathan might not come to the meeting or the contest.”

“It doesn’t matter. Sending him a letter notifying him of his expected presence is satisfying enough. I’ll count it as an extra bonus if he has the nerve to show up.”

“Okay. Mr. Windsor’s letter will be sent in tomorrow’s mail. ”

Lauren let out a delighted laugh and saluted Eileen with an elaborate swish of the wrist. “Bon appétit!”

Jonathan Windsor removed his reading glasses, leaned back in his black leather chair and rubbed the slight indentation on the bridge of his nose. He glanced down at the letter in his hand and frowned. He had read it three times, yet it made no sense. A cooking contest for the hospital auxiliary?

Shaking his head in bewilderment, he consulted the name and address neatly typed on the corresponding envelope his secretary had clipped to the letter. Naturally it was possible there were two Jonathan Windsors living in the area, but there was definitely only one Jonathan Windsor at the Madison Seafood Company.

“Linda, would you come in here for a moment please?” Jonathan asked, as he caught a glimpse of his secretary walking by his open office door.

Linda stuck her head inside and peered at him over the top of huge brown-rimmed glasses. “Having problems with that new accounting software again?”

“No.” Jonathan stood up and strolled out from behind his desk, holding the mysterious correspondence in his left hand. “Does my mother have anything to do with this letter?”

Linda pursed her lips while she studied the contents of the correspondence. Well into middle age, Linda had worked for the Madison Seafood Company all of her adult life and had been promoted to her current position when Jonathan took charge of the company a year ago. Her title of secretary might be a bit old-fashioned, but she said it made her comfortable, and Jonathan was more than happy to comply with anything that pleased Linda.

He considered her one of the company’s greatest assets. She was smart, efficient and loyal. They had a solid working relationship and an ever-growing friendship. He trusted her implicitly with all of his business secrets and most of his personal dilemmas.

“I’ve heard about this contest,” Linda finally replied, placing the letter on Jonathan’s desk. “Plenty of folks around town are really excited about it. The event should raise a lot of money for the hospital. All the cooking is going to be done in the kitchen of that fancy La Maison restaurant.”

Jonathan made a small sound of disgust. He wasn’t interested in the cooking contest. “Do you think this is another one of my mother’s harebrained public relations schemes? After that ludicrous article appeared in Washington Today magazine, I thought she understood I would not tolerate any more of her interference.”

Linda clucked sympathetically. “I’m sure no one took that article seriously, Jonathan. It was supposed to be a fluff piece, all flash, no substance. And you looked very handsome in the picture.”

“It was a gross distortion of fact,” Jonathan said, shaking his head in disbelief. “I very rarely have time to go sailing, I’d hardly classify myself as an environmentalist and I’ve never even tasted chocolate Amaretto cheesecake.”

Linda propped one hand on her slender hip and sent Jonathan a condescending stare. “Well, maybe if you had spent more than fifteen minutes on the phone with the man writing the article instead of leaving the details to your mother, you might have been happier with the results.”

Jonathan held up his palms in an unmistakable gesture of surrender. “Point taken, Linda. At least give me credit for learning from my mistakes. But I want to get my facts straight before confronting my mother. Eileen Dalton is listed as the chairwoman for this event. Can you locate her phone number for me please? I’d like to give her a call.”

Linda glanced down at her wristwatch. “Eileen won’t be home at this hour. Her son attends the same nursery school as my granddaughter. The children are on a field trip to the petting zoo today, they won’t be back until four. Why don’t you take a drive into town and talk to Lauren Stuart? She’s one of the judges. I’m sure she’d be glad to help you straighten all this mess out.”

“Do you know Lauren Stuart?”

“Oh, my, yes. She’s a charming girl. She and Eileen are sisters. Eileen is married to that nice Dr. Dalton, but Lauren is still single. I’ve known the family for years. Good people. Lauren is an extraordinary pastry chef. She teaches cooking classes for the adult school continuing education program and does all the baking for that darling little coffee shop on Main Street, Just Desserts. I walk an extra half-mile each evening so I can splurge Friday afternoons on a gorgeous pastry or slice of gooey, fattening cake.”

Jonathan visibly relaxed. After hearing that Lauren was unmarried, he had instinctively stiffened at Linda’s suggestion of driving into town, suspecting a matchmaking ploy. He had been dodging his mother’s efforts at finding him a suitable wife for so long it became second nature for him to become wary of an introduction to an unattached female. But he reasoned Linda’s motivation for driving into tow. . .