BALANCING THE SCALES: EXCERPT
The moment hotshot Manhattan attorney, Drew Harrington, realises he has fallen for British patisserie chef, Becky Fletcher.
From bestselling author, Laura Carter, comes a new sexy romantic comedy.
“Carter's writing style is absolutely brilliant.” —The Romance Reviews
An excerpt from
Balancing the Scales
by Laura Carter
“I turn my back to the window and stare at the three boxes goading me from the kitchen counter. I can almost taste the sweetness of Opera with a Twist. The bitter aftertaste of something, dark chocolate, perhaps, left in my mouth. My tongue slips along my lip as I remember the way the ganache dissolved—light, slick, delicious.
I grab a fork, pull up a stool at my breakfast bar, and open the lid of each carton. I start with Opera with a Twist. I need just one more mouthful. And shit, Opera plus coffee. Now there’s a match made in obesity heaven. I take every last piece from my fork, licking the sides, then I open my eyes to Red Silk.
White chocolate flakes, not flakes, something fancier than flakes, decorate the top of red waves of smooth, glossy icing. It really does look like silk. Suddenly, my mind is no longer on cake but the thought of Blondie in a red silk lingerie set. Maybe something trimmed in black lace. The cups of the bra barely covering her nipples so her plump mounds are pushed up, inviting my mouth.
Jesus, Drew. It’s a fucking cake.
Cracking my neck and clearing my throat in an extremely masculine way, I slide my fork through the lingerie topping and into layers of red velvet cake and cream. The cream oozes as the steel cuts through the dessert. I’m fighting to keep my filthy mind on cake as I bring the fork to my mouth.
Damn. I was wrong. This isn’t just cream. It’s…more. White chocolate. Vanilla. I have no idea beyond how good it tastes on my tongue. I wonder how Blondie would taste on my tongue?
With coffee, I wash away the thought of making the woman I don’t know, the woman who is absolutely not my type, squirm under my touch.
I turn my attention to the third and final cake. Violet Passion.
As I whisper the name to myself, my fucking mindless cock twitches. This. This is exactly why I need to get laid after a big win. Now I have excess testosterone that I’m going to have to take care of before I go to the office.
Violet Passion is cylindrical. A purple shiny finish, as shiny as Red Silk, covers the entire cake. A simple yellow and purple flower sits in the middle of the dessert. I hope that’s edible. My fork glides through the cake like a hot knife through butter. As the round bursts, syrup spills through the layers of purple and yellow, the exotic scent of passionfruit striking my nose. Taking a piece of everything and pushing syrup onto my fork with my finger, I taste Violet Passion.
Sweetness. A sour kick. If a cake can be quirky, this is quirky. This is…this is Blondie. Those sweet dimples. That perfect smile. Her sharpness of mind. Her quirky-as-hell sayings. Her Britishisms.
Holy shit, I have a thing for the indecisive, kind of obnoxious, brilliant and beautiful patisserie chef.”
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BALANCING THE SCALES
is the first standalone novel in the
BRITS IN MANHATTAN SERIES.