Laurie Tomlinson - With No Reservations

There can be more than comfort in food...

What could well-known and wealthy Graham Cooper Jr. have in common with a blogger like Sloane Bradley, a woman with secrets she’s kept firmly out of the public eye? That is, besides a love of food. Sloane still can’t believe Cooper’s the chef at the restaurant she’s been assigned to promote. But she’s boiling to prove to him that her “little blog” can put his place on the map. She can also fall head over heels for the guy, who has secrets of his own, it turns out...except for one thing. She can’t get past the post-traumatic stress disorder that keeps her walled up in her home studio.

“Does that taste like it came from my father’s other restaurants?”

“It’s fantastic,” she answered around another mouthful. “Where did the chef come from?”

He crossed his arms, his face expressionless. “I’m the chef.”

Sloane nearly choked. Graham Cooper Jr., a chef?

“I trained at Le Cordon Bleu in Paris and worked in kitchens that made Gordon Ramsay’s seem like Girl Scout camp.”

Wow. His speech had the scratch of a broken record, as if he was used to giving it to naysayers. What did the heir to the Cooper dynasty have to prove anyway?

“It was all very good.” Sloane squeezed a dollop of hand sanitizer into her hands. “You’ve obviously done a lot of work with these flavor profiles.”

Cooper’s mouth curved into a crooked smile. “No offense, but what does a food blogger know about flavor profiles?”

Sloane’s pulse pounded in her ears as she stared at him.

His grin faded. “Wait. I’m sorry.” He leaned his head in his hands, realized he was still wearing his work goggles and set them on the table. “I think that came out the wrong way.”

“Whatever. It’s fine. Can we get back to work now? I’m sure you also have better things you could be doing.”

Two could play at this game.

Dear Reader,

I’m honored you’ve picked up this book! It was so fun bringing Cooper and Sloane to life and following their journey through food, healing and love. I hope their story reminds you that healing is always possible, even if you have to reclaim it one day at a time.

Warning: this book may cause hunger, so be sure to read with a warm chocolate chip cookie and a tall glass of milk.

PS: I love to hear from readers! You can find me at www.laurietomlinson.com, on Facebook at Author Laurie Tomlinson, or @LaurieTomlinsonon Twitter and Instagram. Thanks again for reading!

With No Reservations

Laurie Tomlinson

www.millsandboon.co.uk

LAURIE TOMLINSON is an award-winning contemporary romance author living in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Her stories are fueled by faith, steaming mugs of tea, and her belief that life should be celebrated with cupcakes and extra sprinkles. When she’s not writing, she enjoys baking with her two little sous chefs and testing new recipes on her husband—especially if she doesn’t have to do the dishes.

You can connect with Laurie on her website, Facebookpage and Twitter.

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To my husband, Jef, for being the ultimate hero inspiration with your strength, love and support. Thanks for being my Huckleberry!

Special thanks to:

My husband and two children for championing my dream and making space for me to write—and to the grandmas for all the babysitting!

Rachel Kent, my agent, for believing in my work; Dana Grimaldi, for discovering this story; my editor, Victoria Curran, for helping me strengthen it; and the rest of the team at Harlequin for their hard and superb work!

All the early readers who breathed life into this story in its early iterations. It wouldn’t be the same without your input.

My ACFW community, writing friends, Alley Cats and my sisters Anne Love, Halee Matthews, Jaime Wright, Kara Isaac and Sarah Varland—they know all they have done.

Kathleen Y’Barbo Turner, Kristin Billerbeck, Carla Laureano and Jessica Patch—I wish that all writers could have author-mentors like you in their lives. Thanks for giving me courage and for making me believe in what I already possessed.

And most importantly, thanks to my Lord and Savior for being the true source of hope, healing and life to the fullest.

Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

Introduction

Dear Reader

Title Page

About the Author

Dedication

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER TWENTY

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

CHAPTER THIRTY

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

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Copyright

CHAPTER ONE

A STICK OF Irish butter, cubed into tiny uniform squares. Half-cup portions of white sugar, brown sugar, glittering in the light. And the star of the show, a mixture of chocolate chips and crumbled homemade toffee that was good enough to eat with a spoon. All showcased in sherbet-colored ceramic pinch pots and bowls from the flea market.

The mise en place, as the French said, was complete. Everything was in place.

Sloane Bradley found a calming satisfaction in the certainty that, when these proportions were mixed and baked, they’d turn out the most perfect toffee-chocolate chip cookies in existence. Gooey with just the right amount of crisp.

She was dialing up a crystal clear focus on the ingredients through her DSLR’s viewfinder when her cell phone buzzed against the kitchen table.

Dana—VisibilityNet.

Her account supervisor was early by a full six minutes, which couldn’t be a good thing. She was usually late.

“Dana. Hi.” Any enthusiasm Sloane tried to muster fell flat.

“Sorry, Sloane.” Dana didn’t miss a beat. “I know we’re ahead of schedule, but we had to move some things around today. Kathryn needs to start the meeting early.”

“Kathryn?”

Dana sighed. “Yes. She asked to be on the call.”

Okay, something was definitely up. Why else would the founder of VisibilityNet—the one who was usually just a signature on the checks—need to be in on this call? In the span of a breath, the parts of Sloane’s job she treasured most shuttered through her mind. The subconscious rhythm of arranging ingredients and capturing the finished masterpieces. Her ability to conduct business calls from the comfort of yoga pants. Even the multitiered, color-coded spreadsheets.

Maybe especially the multitiered, color-coded spreadsheets.

Sloane nodded even though her supervisor couldn’t see her and swallowed hard. “Okay. I’m ready.”