Hi friends! It’s April, and that means I’m celebrating the second anniversary of my first erotic novel, Naked Treats. Thanks so much to the Romance Mavens for letting me launch my tour from their great site today.

I had only been published in short story format when I wrote this 17k sizzler in 2011. I was so proud to finally have an erotic romance novella of my own.

Naked Treats is the story of a determined and unique young woman named Rose, who trained as a chef only to find no positions available anywhere in the city. So she reinvented herself as a personal chef with one crazy twist – she cooks for her clients in the nude. Zack Cranston is the powerful and attractive attorney who hires her. He’s also a confirmed bachelor, convinced that he’ll never settle down. Sure, he’s attracted to Rose. Who wouldn’t be? But it’s not anything serious. Right?

Here’s a little snippet to whet your appetite. And the best part is, my publisher has agreed to lower the price to just 99 cents all of April in celebration. So now is a great time to grab your own copy. Buy links are at the end of the this post, along with details of my anniversary celebration giveaway.

WARNING: This post contains adult content. By reading further, you certify you are at least 18 years of age.

Please allow me to introduce you to Zack and Rose on a typical Sunday morning…

Zack Cranston’s new favorite thing was breakfast with Rose. On the first and third Sunday of every month she would arrive at dawn, let herself in using the key he’d given her, and quietly go to work in his kitchen. By the time he got up at ten or so, she’d have concocted a culinary masterpiece for him. Eggs Benedict or crepes or seafood omelets with fresh fruit and wonderful, exotic coffee.

And she would serve it to him naked.

Naked!

Well, there was the tiny lace apron she wore tied at her slender waist, but that hardly counted since he could see right through it.

 While he ate she would sit across from him at the glass-topped table by the window sipping her coffee and nibbling dry toast. The fact that she often assumed a somewhat relaxed position, her thighs parted, was a distraction to be sure. And after the third or fourth Sunday he’d formed an indelible association between the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and glimpses of her neatly trimmed pussy. That association had caused him discomfort more than once in client meetings.

 The fact that she was so relaxed with her nakedness, which he’d loved at first, had lately begun to make him slightly uneasy. What if someone in a neighboring building glanced across? Since he paid for her culinary services shouldn’t he be the only one privy to the view of her voluptuous breasts and breathtaking behind?

 He had that thought this morning as he watched her at the stove, where she was poaching eggs and making Hollandaise sauce. He’d gotten up unusually early using the excuse of a hangover, but he really craved watching her work. The open floor plan of the condo gave him an almost unobstructed view, and oh, he was being richly rewarded this morning for his loss of sleep.

Rose’s body wasn’t perfect, but she was healthy and young and her curves were lush and utterly feminine. As she stirred the sauce her whole body moved along with the circular motion of the wooden spoon. Her breasts bobbed and swayed, her hips undulated, her long, sable hair swung like a satin curtain. She was really something to see.

Zack swallowed hard and popped a wedge of grapefruit into his mouth.

“Marry me, Rose,” he said without thinking, his eyes glued to her dusky nipples.

As soon as he heard the words escape his mouth a flash of panic went through him. Why had he said such a thing? He didn’t even know her.

What if she said yes just to mess with him?

But Rose simply turned and smiled at him, her dark lashes sweeping her cheeks.

“Eat your fruit, Mr. Cranston,” she said primly, “the sauce is almost ready.”

A rush of relief washed the panic away. She hadn’t taken him seriously. Thank God. He wasn’t a marrying man and never would be. He didn’t know where that foolish impulse had come from.

In a moment she came to the table with a big white platter laden with food. Toast points smothered in the golden sauce, asparagus spears, the perfect eggs, and several disks of lean, crusty ham. As she leaned down to set the plate before him, the tip of one breast dipped into the Hollandaise.

“Ouch.” She hopped back, her nipple now decorated with a creamy yellow smear. “That’s hot.” But she laughed, looking down at herself with amusement.

The sight of the yellow smear instantly made him hard beneath his bathrobe. All he could think about was licking the sauce away. In his imagination he pulled her up close, putting his hands on her hips and guiding her to him, parking her firmly between his thighs. Then he lifted his lips and sucked her nipple clean.

“Ahhh,” the imaginary Rose moaned, her hands finding their way into his hair, fingernails raking his scalp. “That feels so good.”

When she tugged that nipple free and offered him the other one, he didn’t quibble. He licked and kissed that one too, then drew it deep into his mouth, reveling in her sweet flavor and firmness. She had great breasts, soft and round and just the right size. Before he knew it, his hands had strayed down over her hips, his sly fingers finding their way beneath the lacy drape, invading the dark cleft between her thighs. In his mind, he clearly heard the sharp little catch of her breath and smelled the perfume of her arousal.

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I hope you enjoyed that little nibble of Naked Treats. As I mentioned above, it’s on sale for just 99 cents during the month of April, so now is a great time to grab a copy.

You can buy it here for your Amazon Kindle
Or here for your Barnes and Noble Nook.

And if you’d like a chance to win a $25 Amazon gift card, I’ll be collecting comments on my own website all month long and choosing one lucky winner on May 1st. Here’s the link to the giveaway on my website. What’s stopping you? Go leave your comment!

Good luck to you all and thanks so much for joining me today to launch my second anniversary blog tour.

– Pepper
“Let’s read something spicy!” 

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