Really Cooking with Victoria Blisse and Three Hot Guys.
For a lot of people January is a month of dieting and denial. I’d like to reassure anyone who’s still working on their New Year’s resolution that this blog post is completely calorie free. It does contain three hot men and some yummy food though!
A lot of my stories contain food. I’d like to say it’s merely a coincidence but I don’t think so really. I love eating, cooking and baking and so many of my characters do too. Really Cooking started as a short story, but my characters wouldn’t stay contained to that. I left them alone for a while, when the short story was rejected, but when I came back to my hot boys I couldn’t stop writing and ended up with a Novel.
In fact, I ended up with more delicious food sex scenes AND an extra hot bi guy. I’ve always been of the opinion that more is more.
Blurb: Three hot men and one curvy woman, now we’re really cooking.
After breaking out of a truly awful relationship Paula finds herself floundering until she bumps into Gary. He cheers her up with a much coveted appointment at Flair, where more than her hair gets pampered. In return she offers Shane and Gary a cooking lesson to cheer up their ready-meal laden week.
The Friday feast turns into a sex laden success and becomes a recurring weekly date. Paula loves having the sexual attention of two hot bi guys but longs for something deeper.
Shane sets her up with professional chef, Nigel McCormack. Paula responds to his dominant appeal and the delights of all three men together. But how will Paula fair when she takes up a position in Nigel’s professional kitchen, will she capture his heart or will he return to his first love, food?
Excerpt: If you prize your sanity don’t get three grown men together in one small kitchen and expect them to make food. Mostly they just muck about. However, if you want a laugh and don’t mind the clean-up it can be great fun. Eventually we had four individual pizzas to put in the oven.
“I can’t believe you like fruit on your pizza,” Gary sighed as he picked up his beer bottle and strode into the living room.
“Says the man who likes olives, blegh. You clearly have no taste.”
“That’s why I live with you.” The bickering continued but at a lower volume.
“Thanks for your help,” I turned to Nigel, “I’d never have finished in time if you hadn’t arrived early.”
“No worries, I’m glad to have helped.” Nigel reached out and ran a thumb down my cheek. “there are worst things than being the sous chef for a beautiful woman.”
My cheeks flushed and I broke my gaze away from his.
“You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed,” he chuckled. The deep tone reverberated through my chest and set my whole body on fire. He moved closer and wrapped his arms around me, I looked up and he captured my lips forcefully with his own. I was overloaded with pleasure.
“Hey, don’t start without us.” It was Shane standing in the doorway, “that’s not fair.”
“Sorry, mate,” Nigel grinned, “I couldn’t help myself.”
“Well, I can understand that.” He went to the fridge and pulled out a beer. Crossing the kitchen he picked up the bottle opener from just behind me. He flicked up the top with a fizzing pop then pulled me close to him. “But we want some babe time, too. Come on.”
I was giggling hysterically at Shane’s impression of a relatively famous soap star who’d visited Flair earlier in the week when the oven timer pinged.
“Oooh, dinner’s ready,” Gary exclaimed. I jumped up and headed back into the kitchen.
“Sit round the table, boys, I’ll bring in the pizzas,” I yelled over my shoulder, jumping out of my skin when I noticed Nigel just a few steps behind.
“You can’t carry four pizzas at once and those guys are hungry.”
“Okay, thanks.” I smiled. It was nice to have a confident foody on hand. I’d been so focused in on getting the meal right that it wasn’t until I sat down to eat that I started to think about what else was on the menu for the night. How the hell was I going to cope with all three of these men? I must confess that it crossed my mind that maybe I’d end up an unwanted spectator once more. I was worried that I would simply end up being the odd one out.
I found it difficult to eat, my stomach was tied up in knots but none of my pizza went to waste as Shane finished off my extra slices.
“Now, what’s for dessert?”
“Blimey, Shane. Have you not been fed today?” Nigel exclaimed.
“Not really, no.” He shook his head, “and I’ve got a very sweet tooth.”
“He really has,” I nodded. “I made a cake today, lads. I’ll show you how to bake it next time if you like it.”
As I walked into the kitchen I heard the heavy thump of hands on wood and heard the lads all chanting “cake, cake, cake!” Over and over.
“All right, All right, settle down. Here it is. It’s an old fashioned ginger cake. Really spicy, a bit sticky and good cold like this or warm with custard.”
Three squares of rumbly golden dessert disappeared off the plate before it even hit the table.
“This is good,” Shane said, barely waiting to finish his mouthful, “really good.”
“Delicious,” Gary nodded, “moist and giving and gingery.”
I looked at Nigel, his opinion was the one that I craved the most even though I was also scared to hear it.
“Superb flavour,” Nigel nodded, “and the texture is perfect.”
“Thanks,” I giggled, “it’s my Gran’s recipe, she used to bake it all the time. It was one of my favourite things when I as a little girl.”
It was quite something to receive a compliment from Nigel McCormack but it wasn’t the best thing to happen to me that night. And although three hot men all leaping up to wash the dishes and tidy up was certainly a highlight it wasn’t the best thing, either. No, when the men came back in they were all clad in just their boxers.
I smiled and clapped my hand over my mouth and when I did so both Gary and Nigel pointed to Shane in the middle and cried out in unison,
“It was his idea.”
Victoria Blisse is a mother, wife, Christian, Manchester United fan and award winning erotica author. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut Alfresco and Smut in the City and Smut by the Sea Anthologies.
Victoria is also one of the brains behind the fabulous Smut by the Sea event taking place at Scarborough Library (UK) on the 14th June 2014. A day dedicated to erotica with lots of author readings, fun giveaways and exciting talks.
She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker (She is TEB’s Resident “Naked Chef”) and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.
Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.
To find out more check out http://victoriablisse.co.uk