Welcome to Really Really Short Reviews were the name is long and the reviews are short! Because sometimes short is that much sweeter. (Also, because I’m really lazy!) And there might be quotes too (lots and lots)! (Because everyone loves quotes, right?)
Publisher: Gallery Books (October 20th 2015)
Paperback: 308 pages
Series: Hudson Valley #1
Add on: Goodreads
Rating: 3.5 of 5 stars
From New York Times bestselling author Alice Clayton, the first in a brand-new romance series telling the humorously sexy tale of Roxie, a private chef who gets a taste of love—but is it to stay, or to go?
After losing almost all of her clients in one fell swoop following an accident involving whipped cream, private chef to Hollywood’s elite Roxie Callahan gets a call from her flighty mother, saying she’s needed home in upstate New York to run the family diner. Once she’s back in the Hudson Valley, local organic farmer Leo delivers Roxie a lovely bunch of walnuts, and soon sparks—and clothing—begin to fly. Leo believes that everything worth doing is worth doing slowly…and how! But will Roxie stay upstate, or will the lure of West Coast redemption tempt her back to Tinseltown?
A city chef, a hot farmer boy and a lot of hilarious shenanigans? Sign me up!
The guy with the nuts was named Leo.
Roxie, our chef, is unhappily spending the summer in Hudson Valley, that is, until she meets Leo, the handsome and consummate gentleman nut supplier and farmer . They’re an adorable opposites-attracts kinda pair and I definitely enjoyed all the humour.
“You sure about this, Sugar Snap?”…
“I’m all in, Farmer Boy.”
I can’t help but love a book with a lot of delicious food. (Make sure you have snacks on hand before starting.) And Roxie’s inner dialogue had me giggling.
“‘You are the best goddamn thing I’ve seen all day.’”
I inhaled deeply, reveling in the fresh, earthy smell, even salivating a little. I looked around to make sure no one was looking, then I rubbed my cheek over the firm, thick loaf of artisanal sourdough rye that the bakery just delivered.”
Also, all the flirting and foreplay with food, muahaha.
You didn’t really bring me beets, did you?”…
“I did,” he murmured, his thumbs sliding underneath my T-shirt the tiniest bit. “I brought mad beets.”
“Oh man…Did you bring me anything else?”
He brought his face back to mine, tinged with the slightest of blush. “I hesitate to say it now.”
“What did you bring?” I asked, shaking his shoulders.
He buried his head once again into my neck. “A really big zucchini…”
If you love rom-coms, small town hijinks, some sexy time and food, food, food, this is a fun, humourous read that’s calling your name.
“Are those nuts in your pocket, or you just glad to see me?”
The eyes and the hair were a package deal, the hair was falling across his eyes in a careless way that said “Hey, girl. I’ve got peas on my shoes, but who cares, because I’ve got these eyes and this hair, and it’s pretty fucking great.”
My heart sped up a bit at the feel of his hand clutching my elbow. Lucky, lucky elbow. He was touching my wenis. It’s a word– look it up.
The grin that crept across his face was less friendly neighborhood farmer and more sexy neighborhood pirate. Then he was suddenly there, inside my dancing space.
a bum OT, procrastinator. reader. eater. sleeper. music listen-er. movie go-er. Loves food too much.