Master Bits and Mercenary Bites By Lexi Blake and Suzanne M Johnson Is Out
Top restaurant has become the hot spot in Dallas for elevated comfort food—and a side of spicy romance. Run by executive chef Sean Taggart, Top is the premiere fictional destination for gourmet food. Join creator, New York Times bestselling author Lexi Blake, and Southern food expert Suzanne Johnson as they guide you through the world of Masters and Mercenaries via the secret recipes behind the food served in Top.
But what would a gourmet meal be without some company? Spend an evening with your favorite characters from McKay-Taggart as they celebrate the special moments that make up their happily ever afters. Learn how to make Sean’s specialty dishes and Macon’s desserts while exploring the private lives of the characters who make up the world. From Charlie and Ian’s next demon spawn to a change in path for Simon and Chelsea, these are the times that bind us together, the moments that make us a family.
Good meals, good times, good friends.
Bon appétit!
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REVIEW
Iam a huge fan of Lexi Blake books, her Master and Mercenaries series is just fantastic so when I heard about Masters Bits and Mercenary Bites I was so excited . So when I got to read early I was thrilled and dived into this book as soon as I could and I loved it !.
This Is definitely the sexiest cook book I have every read. Lexi Blake and Suzanne M Johnson create a fantastic book with recipes to absolutely delicious dishes and sexy short stories . I loved that this book let me see what some of my favorite character in this series are up to and also gave me all these recipes I want to try. I have nothing but good things to say about this book .If you want sexy little short stories and excellent recipes you should definitely pick up Master Bits and Mercenary Bites .
RATING
5/5 STARS
Excerpt
Ian went to grab the dog’s leash.
Bud started up his pee-pee dance, his massive body twisting and turning as he
ran after Ian. His big paws thudded against the brand new hardwood he would
never have spent that god-awful amount of money on had he realized a dog would
pee on it.
He looked back Charlie’s way. “You
know there’s a whole forest out back for him to go in. He should be a
free-range dog. Aren’t we taking away his dogness by putting him on a leash?”
Charlie frowned his way as she
refilled Kenzie’s cup. “Yes, he’s the mighty wolf dog, Ian. I watched him run
away from a bunny the other day.”
He grabbed the leash. “See, if he
had to go out and hunt, he wouldn’t be such a shitty guard dog. Don’t even say
it, you two. Say good words. Not Daddy words.”
Charlie put a hand to her belly. “I
swear this one will come out giving the world the finger and cursing.”
Bud whined, running back and forth
in front of the door. Ian sighed and attached the leash. He stepped outside and
Bud took off, barking and jumping against the leash until he managed to drag
Ian out onto the lawn where he immediately squatted in the middle of Charlie’s
azaleas and started to take a crap.
Yep. This was his life. Watching
the dog crap. He was so building a fence. “You know you were supposed to be a
guard dog. You were supposed to be a raging, feral beast who would take out
anything in your way.”
Sort of like Ian had been at one
time.
He’d been the bane of intelligence
agencies. He’d been Dr. Death, raining down justice and protecting America.
Now he was a dumbass with a
mortgage, a dog who seemed to be a bit constipated, two tiny chaotic things,
and another on the way. No one even let him kill people anymore.
It was a never-ending cycle of
waking up in the morning and seeing their faces, taking care of them, going to
work, coming home, and going to bed with his wife.
It was kind of fucking awesome.
Sure, his younger self would likely
tell him he’d sold out and he was a pathetic version of himself, but his
younger self had been stupid as shit. His younger self thought a great time was
following a known terrorist around for three weeks so he could find the cell.
His younger self had needed a freaking shower, some decent food, and a comfy
bed.
And a dog who didn’t take his time
with the poop.
“Come on, Bud. Pinch off, man.
We’ve got shit to do today.” Well, he did anyway. He was sure Bud would have a
full day of licking his private parts and waiting for the girls to drop food.
Bud seemed forever optimistic that one of these days the girls or Charlie was
going to drop a ham in front of him.
A butterfly landed on the bush next
to Bud and that was when he went into protective mode. He barked, the deep
sound threatening to anyone who didn’t know what a wuss he was, and he pulled
hard at his leash.
Hard enough to make Ian stumble and
damn near break his toe on the garden gnome Alex had left as a joke. Hard
enough to send Ian crashing down to his knee, pain flaring and making him
curse.
Bud twisted again and Ian tripped
over the riding ladybug thing Kala liked to push around the yard. He landed
flat on his back, looking up at the sky.
Taken down by a freaking ladybug.
And his back was spasming. The pain flared through him and he could feel his
lower back seizing like a motherfucker.
Bud suddenly blocked out the sky,
his big doggie face staring down.
“Don’t you dare.”
It was too late. Bud licked his
face and Ian realized he shouldn’t have gotten up that morning. Nope. He should
have stayed in bed and then he would be warm and happy and not having his face
licked by a gargantuan mass of body odor and a tongue that licked its own ass
from time to time.
God, if he didn’t die from breaking
his spine he was going to catch some dog disease and waste away. Right here.
Because he wasn’t sure he could move. “Bud, I need you to go get Charlie. Go
on. Run and get her.” He let the leash drop. Bud simply sat down beside him.
“Go get Charlie, boy. I think she’s got a ham for you. Go on.”
Bud laid his big head down on Ian’s
chest.
Now he had a sleeping mutt and a
garden gnome that was practically up his ass. He could feel the pointy cap
thing attempting to violate him.
“Ian? Ian, I need you.”
Thank god. His wife would laugh her
ass off, but at least she would be able to maybe help him up.
“Ian, I think the baby’s coming.”
Yep. It was that kind of day.
NY Times and USA Today bestselling author Lexi Blake lives in North Texas with her husband, three kids, and the laziest rescue dog int eh world. She began writing at a young age, concentrating on plays and journalism. It wasn’t until she started writing romance and urban fantasy that she found the stories of her heart. She likes to find humor in the strangest places and believes in happy endings no matter how odd the couple, threesome, or foursome may seem.
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