First of all, thank you Apryl Baker for letting me be part of this awesome fest one more time. It’s been awhile since I’ve been around here, and a lot of things have changed.
I remember that the first time I was invited here I wrote a bonus chapter for Prince with Benefits, then a post for Hopelessly Imperfect and now, now I have amazing news to share with you: 😊
Prince with Benefits has been adapted to be a video game in the Chapter’s app. You can download it on Google Play and IOS, and it’s absolutely fantastic! You get to play as Emily and you can choose from different options to make the story go one way or the other.
The graphics are stunning, too. Check out this cover and you’ll know what I’m talking about!
And if you want to get a nice bundle of diamonds, make sure to follow me on my social media because there will be a giveaway coming out soon!
Secondly, Take Out Chef has been chosen to be a finalist in the Wattys short-list. It’s also being published as an audiobook from HachetteAudio and Wattpad!! That is like a lifelong dream! And I have to say (although I might be a bit biased) that my awesome narrator, Rachel Mazz made an incredible impersonation of Jessie, Bryan, Tom and Monica.
For those of you that haven’t heard (or read, whatever!) about it, let me tell you what is it about:
“When Jessie enters the new cooking school, she's bound to crush on her bad-boys classmates; instead, she finds herself intrigued by the alluring presence of her teacher, Chef Bryan. He's arrogant, bossy and moody on the outside. However, he seems to have a sweet spot for her.
Signing up for a program to help delinquents find a new job, might be just what she needs to spice up her life.”
It’s an absolute pleasure to listen to the book! 😊
Here’s the link if you want to hear a sample! And again, I’ll be giving away a few audiobooks, but you should follow me on social media to know more about it!
So, for this blogfest, I wanted to tell you more about the enigmatic Chef Bryan, the guy who seems to make Jessie’s life hell. At first. Because remember, not everything is as it seems!!
The red-haired girl…
It was a busy day when I met her. Well, technically, I bumped into her. And if we want to be more specific, I sort of opened the door that hit her head and sent her sprawling on the floor. In my defense, I had no idea anyone was behind that door. I remember asking Nadia for a break, but my associate girlfriend wasn’t too bright to begin with. I should have announced the break myself.
Either way, when I saw this red-haired girl on the floor, not only did I feel guilty, but I found myself observing her too much. I carried her to the office, hearing Tom’s incessant complains that there could be lawyers and a trial ahead if I didn’t apologize to the girl. I just rolled my eyes. Ever since Tom’s Chef career lifted up into show-business, he’s been more preoccupied about image than anything else.
Besides, I didn’t hit her that hard. I think.
When I realized that I was staring at the freckles on her nose, or how she smelled like coconut, I took a step back. What. The. Hell? I don’t notice little details like that! We’d interviewed hundreds of people over the last days and not once had I paid attention to any other thing but their enthusiasm or willingness to cook or something. I didn’t look at freckles. Or wondered what color would be their eyes.
Tom picked up her file and started to go through it and I wanted to snatch it from his hands and read this mysterious girl’s name. But I didn’t. At first. Not until Tom suggested that we should hire the girl because Nadia was not fit for the job.
I wanted to say, I told you so, but instead, I grabbed the girl’s papers out of his hands.
“Last week you said Nadia was the girl for the job.”
He said something. I heard his voice, but I didn’t really pay attention to him. I read the girl’s name: Jessica Summers. And then the rest of the file. Unlike the hundreds that had passed through this office before, she had no criminal record. In fact, she great grades in high school, and apparently, she had to work to be able to support her brother and grandmother after her mother passed.
She actually needed the job. Working at a movie theater or being a waitress meant that she was working really hard on minimal wage. When Tom started to say something about her lack of boobs, I did pay attention.
“What? Since when has that been important?”
“Nadia will notice,” said my obviously whipped best-friend.
“That’s what you get for hiring your girlfriend.”
Tom narrowed his eyes but kept quiet. He couldn’t argue anymore, to be honest.
And then, the girl moved. She brought her hands to her face, and her eyes started to flutter… and my stupid stomach did a weird thing when I locked eyes with her. She had the most beautiful eyes I’d ever seen. They were intense and passionate… and a total groupie over Tom.
I almost felt a pang in my chest because she was looking at Tom like he was the most impressive guy ever. I even had the urge to say that his cooking show was almost staged. I bit my tongue instead. What kind of friend would that make me?
Tom started to ask her a few questions and my heart did another weird thing when she spoke. She had the voice of angels.
And that was it. I needed some air, something that would distract me from being this sappy. Anything.
I left the room and came back when I felt more composed, more professional like. Something that lasted for at least five minutes, right until she confessed she had cheated in eleventh grade.
There was no other way but to like her.
Jessica was too damn cute.
In that moment, I had the sudden urge to get her to accept the job. She would be perfect. Maybe too perfect, in her own imperfect way, but I could stay away from her. I could be professional.
I could handle being drawn to her. I could handle it very well.
I would also eat my words, but it was well worth it.