Twenty-eight year old Coco Thomas knows the recipe for disaster:
1) Agree to plan last-minute engagement blowout for spoiled Mafia princess before you realize her choice of caterer is Nick Lupo, a despicably gorgeous young chef with a hot new restaurant in town, a reality TV show victory, and a romantic past with you—one that did not end well.
2) Strike a deal with Nick in which you agree to spend a weekend with him in exchange for his services, under the strict conditions there will be no talking about the past, no second chances, and definitely no sex.
3) Violate all three conditions within 24 hours and spend two glorious days remembering what made you fall for the sexy, egotistical bastard in the first place, and why it hurt so much when he broke your heart.
Add one road trip, plenty of good scotch, and endless spoonfuls of chocolate cake batter drizzled over your body and licked off inch by oh-my-God-yes-right-there inch, then just admit it.
You’re totally FORKED.
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Forked is another super cute, super hot read from Ms. Harlow! I absolutely loved the last two books in this series and Forked was just as up there!
We met Coco in the previous books. She is friends with Mia (you don't have to read the previous books--but it's highly recommended!) and between the two, they run an event/catering business. Coco may come off as spoiled, but she's not! She's determined to prove to everyone--her family, her BFFs, that she can earn things on her own. So when she finds herself in a little predicament, Coco has to turn to one person she has avoided the last seven years. Yep, she has an ex-hubby that is hot, famous and now rich. It's been her secret and heartbreak over the years.
Nick Lupo is a man Coco never forgot, but getting ditched and left alone in Vegas, her feelings were hurt and hearts were broken.
But needing a favor from him, Coco sucks it up and finds him seven years later! The attraction is stronger than ever between the two. So to suck it
In order for Nick to agree to Coco's favor, she's got to go on a road trip with him and feelings and drams happens.
Forked is a fun and humorous read. If you're looking for something hot, romantic and a great story about second chances, Forked is it for you!
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Smiling gleefully, I hopped up on the counter while he filled two cake pans with batter,
tucked them into the oven, and set the timer. “Twenty-five minutes.” Grabbing the mixing bowl,
he set it next to me. “And I know exactly how I want to spend them.”
Peering into the bowl, I was delighted to see it still had plenty of batter left in it. He took
the spatula, scooped some off the side of the bowl, and I thought he was going to feed it to me,
but he didn’t. He smeared it on my thigh.
And licked it off.
S l o w l y.
At the feel of his hot tongue on my leg, my stomach tightened, and I held my breath.
Next, he pulled down a black lace strap of my tank, fully exposing one breast, smearing
it with batter. My nipple was already hard and tingling, and when his lips closed around it,
sucking off the chocolate, I gasped and arched, my fingers curling around the edge of the
counter. He circled the stiff peak with his tongue, taking it between his teeth and biting gently
before dragging his mouth up to my neck.
“Get down,” he breathed softly in my ear, one hand curling around my waist.
I let him pull me off the counter, my bare feet landing between his. Our mouths opened
wide to one another in a long, deep, chocolate-flavored kiss. I slid one hand up the back of his
neck and one down the front of his jeans, finding him hard and thick beneath my palm. If I hadn’t
been sure before about doing it again, I was now.
He lifted his mouth from mine. “Turn around and spread your legs.”
I turned around and he slid my boy shorts to my ankles. I wore nothing under them.
Leaning forward, I braced myself against the counter and opened my feet wider, rising up on
tiptoe. Expecting to feel his cock between my thighs, I was surprised by cool batter against my
hot skin. He spread it on my ass and licked it off, making me giggle and moan in delicious
agony. He rubbed it along the backs of my legs and knelt between them to eat it off, his fingers
and mouth and tongue teasing and tantalizing me, inside and out.
Closing my eyes, I moved against him, torn between wanting to come just like this and
wanting to feel him pounding into me from behind.
My body decided for me, growing hotter and tighter as I spiraled higher. “Nick,” I gasped,
collapsing forward onto my elbows as colors danced behind my eyelids. He moaned, pushing
his fingers deeper, and I came so hard I felt it in every muscle, every inch of my body
reverberating with pleasure. My legs weakened, and it felt like he was holding me up with one
hand and his tongue.
“God, you’re so wet. And I love your ass.” His breath was hot between my legs, his
fingers gliding in and out of me. “I want to fuck you like this.”
“Do it,” I begged.
He got to his feet and I heard the glorious sounds of a belt coming undone, jeans being
unzipped. Then he stopped.
“Fuck, I don’t have a— “
“I don’t care. I’m on the pill. Just do it.” I arched my back and looked back over my
shoulder, hoping my body looked irresistible. “Please.”
He placed the tip of his cock at my entrance, sliding it in just enough to torture me.
“Please fuck me.” I tried to push back against him, make him give me more.
But he held me steady, using his hands on my hips to hold me where he wanted me. “I
love the way that sounds coming out of your mouth,” he said, pushing deeper. “I don’t think I’ve
ever heard you say it before.”
I smiled, exhaling with relief as he glided in and out. “I guess I was too shy to tell you
what I wanted back then. Or maybe I didn’t know yet.”
“So tell me now.”
I looked back. “Fuck me. And don’t be gentle.”
He began to move my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he jerked me back onto
his cock. “I was always so scared to be rough with you,” he said, the strain in his voice telling
me how he struggled to keep control. “I never wanted to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” But each time he hit the deepest spot within me, I felt a sharp little twinge,
and once or twice it was enough to make me gasp.
“Good. Because ever since I saw you today, I’ve been thinking about fucking you just
like this.” He reached up and tore the elastic from my hair before fisting a hand in it and pulling
so hard I cried out. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” he said through clenched teeth, his hips
driving forward now in powerful thrusts that made my teeth clatter, “otherwise I can’t promise not
to tear you apart.”
“I want you to,” I managed between hard, short breaths. “I want you to tear me apart. I
want it to hurt.”
And as he cursed and groaned and fucked me so hard against his kitchen counter my
skin would bruise, I was shocked to realize it was true—I wanted him to hurt me. Beyond
enjoying rough sex, I wanted pain at his hands, wanted it bone-deep and razor-sharp. Wanted
him to inflict damage on my body and make me feel unsafe, unsteady, unloved.
Safer that way.