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I hope everyone has a wonderful Christmas today, with friends, family and a good ol’ favorite book (or movie!!!). 😀 Merry Christmas everyone!

<— This one tempts me big time, and Lisa (and Shannon) recommend it!

Lisa: Maryse, Had to send you a note as I just finished Shooter (Burnout #1) by Dahlia West. Last night I finished the Night walker series by Jacquelyn Frank and I was looking to move on to something lighter. In looking at your bargain list I noticed Shooter, one click later I found myself giggling and laughing at the banter between Chris Shooter Sullivan and his Army Ranger crew. I really liked the development of the relatioship between Chris and Hayley its not just meet and fall into bed. Although, we like that too right :-). While the preview of this books comes off as with an MC theme, its not. I highly recommend this little gem of a book, its perfect for an in-between read. I’m very much looking forward to reading the next 2 books in the series. read more

Here’s a little something fun from authors Kate Meader (Feel the Heat (Hot In the Kitchen) and Jessica Lemmon (Tempting the Billionaire (Love in the Balance).

They’ve created a Hero2Hero dialogue between their two male characters, Jack and Shane. Let’s see what these guys are up to. I have a feeling they’re both alphas and there just might be too many “cooks” in the kitchen. 😉

In a kitchen, somewhere in the fictional intersection of Jessica Lemmon’s Tempting the Billionaire and Kate Meader’s Feel the Heat . . .

Shane August: Jack Kilroy. A Brit with an Irish-sounding name who cooks French food, lives in New York, and dates American soap actresses. Quite the rap sheet.

Jack Kilroy: Sounds like you’re enjoying immensely that subscription to People magazine, August.

Shane: *cocks eyebrow* Crickitt is a fan of your cooking show, Jack of All Trades.

Jack: Ah, the lovely Crickitt. How is she?

Shane: Taken.

Jack: *Arrogant smirk of recognition* Simmer down, mate. Now what were we talking about again? Oh, right. Well, my humble origins on the rough streets of Brixton took me from car-stealing to family court to kitchen probation to Paris where I got my culinary training. Once I had opened several restaurants in the UK and paid my dues on morning TV segments where I regularly demonstrated how to make coq au vin and beef bourguignon in three minutes, it was only a matter of time before I conquered the States.

Shane: Conquered the States? Who are you, one of the Beatles?

Jack: With better hair. As for the soap actress, I’d rather not go there. She’s already said enough on that topic to last a lifetime. *grimaces*

Shane: Yeah. You have a hard time staying out of the headlines, Kilroy. Crickitt said you got caught with your hands all over an Italian girl. *shakes head* It’s not good, man.

Jack: Crickitt sounds like one of my biggest fans. When we chatted earlier, she never let on—

Shane: Watch it. *holds up cheese grater* I know how to use this. *rests grater on counter* I also recognize avoidance when I hear it.

Jack: Don’t worry that billionaire brain of yours, August. I only have eyes for one gorgeous, hot-as-a-griddle Italian woman. Lili’s got a smart mouth, a wicked throwing arm, and she looks like dynamite in a Wonder Woman costume.

Shane: *raises hands* TMI.

Jack: And she’d better watch out because I’m gunning for her sweet Italian curves.

Shane: Now who needs to “simmer down”, mate?

Jack: Touché. *grins wryly* So are we doing this? Crickitt said you bake, but if you can’t stand the heat…

Shane: Expecting me to bow out gracefully? Sorry. Self-made men don’t shrink from a challenge. And anyway, I already have the girl. *reaches for the stand mixer* Pay attention, Kilroy, you might learn something.

*Share smug smiles*