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Urban Ambrosia
by Shara Bloodstone
Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
Description: The heat soars in the restaurant kitchen when a chef and a bartender ignite their passion--until past mistakes threaten to douse their sizzling romance? Bartender Marla Casey loves living among New York City's diverse cultural offerings. But when sexy and passionate Executive Chef Anthony Somacelli invites her to join him in a new life and career opportunity, she must weigh urban attractions against following the man of her dreams to less exciting turf.
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2006
eBookwise Release Date: October 2006
 
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [89 KB]
Words: 18421
Reading time: 52-73 min.
"Urban Ambrosia is a romance where seemingly impossible fears make a relationship difficult. Ms. Bloodstone creates a charmingly believable world of Manhattan bistros. The characters of Marla and Anthony are very well drawn and their emotions and personalities pull you into their story. The plot is fairly straightforward but the fantastic offer of financing for a new venture seemed a bit too easy for belief. I could have overlooked that if Anthony's main conflict had been more believable. I just found myself thrown out of the story by his reactions during their first sexual encounter. After that, it was hard for me to take either of them seriously. But to her credit, Ms. Bloodstone keeps the pace flowing to a happy conclusion. There are several inventive sex scenes, although again I found it hard to connect to their emotional content. Marla's best friend Rosie is fun. She provides a comical reaction to Marla's dilemma that is exactly what most women would think. Overall, the characters make this a worthwhile romance that contemporary fans should enjoy."--Just Erotic Romance Reviews
"Let me feel you, baby. Let me take you in my hand," she murmured. "Mmm--mmm," he said. "In a minute." He buried his nose in her neck and inhaled. "You smell good enough to eat. What is that--vanilla?" "Vanilla musk," she answered in a throaty whisper. He pressed his pelvis against her backside. "God, your ass turns me on. It's getting me really hot." He slipped his hand out from her panties and led her over to the couch. "Lay down," he ordered and she complied. He unzipped his fly and slipped off his pants, tossing them to the side. He was wearing a set of fitted black boxer briefs. Marla giggled. "Love the sexy drawers." "Thank you. Love yours, too. Too bad they have to go now." Before she could blink, he'd slid his hands up to her waistband and pulled her panties away from her derriere, down her legs. He pushed her legs up and back to ease the panties off her ankles. She rolled backward on the sofa until her feet were over her head, her thighs pressed against her belly. "Flexible, aren't you?" he said. "From yoga and the gym. This is called 'the plow.'" "The plow? Is it hurting you, rolled over like that?" "Nope. Actually, I spend a lot of time in this position at the gym." "Oh? Don't guys stare at you?" Marla laughed. "I'm not quite dressed like this. And, anyway, I stick to the women's section." "Well that's good. I wouldn't want other guys staring at what's mine."
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