They don’t come moodier than this muscly brute straining his chef’s whites…Sébastien Devaux enjoys a rep as one of the finest chefs on the Côte d’Azur. Too bad his prowess behind the burners doesn’t extend to his people skills. Taciturn and hot-tempered, the loner lords over his staff, hiding his past as an American punk with a rap sheet as long as his tatted arm. Yeah, this man of mystery has long fooled everyone into believing he’s all-Français, just without the charm. His world’s just the way he wants it until a luscious lady in shorty-shorts struts onto the scene and into his head—the tormentress hellbent on uncovering his secrets and making him human again.
It’s all Rhett and Scarlett’s fault.
(Talkin' the grand staircase scene, people.)
Stung by the literary lovebug at a tender young age, JC has been devouring steamy romantic fiction ever since. Seriously… What could possibly be more delectable at the end of a rough day than a big, bad, moody male brought to his alphalicious knees by a gorgeous, sassy-talking heroine? Well, besides Tom Hardy showing up shirtless on your doorstep with car trouble.
Penning “I wish” fantasies while slogging through the woefully Rhett-scarce world, JC invites readers to indulge in decadent escape through her foul-mouthed and passion-saturated tales.
Uh. You did hear foul-mouthed, right?
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