Tuesday, August 1, 2017

REVIEW: Cocky Chef by J.D. Hawkins


Cocky Chef by JD Hawkins

Release Date: July 31st 

Genre: Contemporary Romance

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Model: Christian Hogue


Shel: Since I'm all about the honesty, I should tell you that I've been a huge fan of J.D. on Facebook ever since he arrived on the book scene. He's really funny, seems to have a similar view of life and humanity as I do, and is an all around good human being and so when it came time to read and review his books I actually actively avoided it. Why? Well, I guess I was afraid of all the what ifs that can happen when someone you like and respect puts their art out into the world. And I know I am absolutely no one to him or to any of the writers we review (so if I didn't like it, no big deal), but I think he's one of the first writers I've come to know through social media first and their writing last, usually it's the other way around, so it was just different I guess? *shrugs*

Court: Hahaha. We definitely take our authors seriously, so I totally get it. We try not to make it hinge on it, but it happens so I feel her pain. I've seen beautiful covers and rave reviews come for each release too and was so intrigued so I was really glad when we had a chance to delve into the world of J.D. Hawkins. 

Shel: Anyway, I decided it was time to break the ice and see what his novels were all about and what better novel to start with than Cocky Chef--it has strong male and female characters...and food, two things I love. Court: *Raises hand* Amen, sister. The writing is engaging from the very first page so I knew we were golden once we saw that and boy...our heroine has all the sass and is strong and I love that she is that right from the very beginning. There is no messing around with her and I loved that. Don't get me wrong, I love stories where the girl I relate to has character development to do and I relate to that too....but it is also a ton of fun to be able to see a crazy awesome woman and see myself in her too. It's confidence building....so thanks J.D. for that.

Shel: Cocky Chef is aptly named as there are two cocky chefs featured--Cole and Willow. Yay! Nothing is more fun than to see two assertive, opinionated people spark; and that's exactly what they did. They sparked each other to debate, consider, and respect where the other was coming from when it came to food. And gahhhhhhd the food talk. I hope researching all the dishes J.D. referenced in this novel was as fun as I'd hope it would be; I think I gained a few pounds just from the descriptions. I really enjoyed all the food talk, the business parts, and the plot that put these Cole and Willow together, drove them apart, and had them find themselves together again. Court: YES. I think most chefs are quite opinionated when it comes to food, so it is definitely a trip to see them try to fall in love. So, whew. But as Shelley said they communicate and consider and spark, spark, spark. It was an enjoyable read from start to finish and we highly recommend it. 

Shel: This novel was a fun summer read. It's light, romantic, sexy, and heartfelt. It's may not be the next great Russian novel (follow JD on FB and that'll make a little sense, haha), but it's definitely a good weekend escape; it's a quick read that will absorb you, have you a little anxious for the bad stuff that you know is coming, and will have you smiling as you finish the last page. Court: Oh, angst may one day do our hearts in. But today is not that day, and this book definitely isn't going to earn the title that finally does it, but it does make our heart race and we like that just fine! Check this one out, we think you'll enjoy it. 

Shel: Now that I've broken the ice with Cocky Chef, I'll definitely be looking at J.D. Hawkins' backlist to see which one I'll be reading next. Suggestions? 

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You can call me arrogant as much as you want. But when you're the best at what you do and have the hottest restaurant on the west coast, with enough Michelin stars to make Gordon Ramsay's head spin, you've earned the right to your confidence.
When I give an instruction in the kitchen, it's not a suggestion--it's an order. So when a new chef thinks she can do things her way, and dares to say so to my face, even her sharp wit and gorgeous pouty lips don't make it okay.
But I have to admit, she's got talent. She's creative in the kitchen and not even that double-breasted chef jacket can hide her perfect body. As I get to know her, I can't help wanting to know everything she thinks. I've never met a more talented chef. And I've never met a sassier and sexier woman in my life.
There's only one way this push and pull can end.
With her in my bed, begging for more.



She lets out a sigh of relief, but my cock hears something different in her gasping exhale. I bring my thumb slowly to a speck at the side of her mouth, fingers resting on the round perfection of her jawline. She stills under my touch and catches my gaze, time slowing with the deliberateness of my movements.
I brush the speck, but don’t pull away. Instead, I bring my thumb back across those ever-pouted lips, tracing their dip and fullness, letting her feel the texture of hands rough and scarred from a lifetime in kitchens, our eyes locked together in a moment of anticipation, emotions raging like an angry sea against the dam of the distance between us.
Her lips part slightly, I feel her shortening breath on my hand, and I push my thumb between those juicy, perfect lips, fingers pressing against the base of her ear. Her gentle gasp breaks the silence, before she closes those soft lips around my thumb, the sight of them pressing against my skin making my cock full against my pants. Her teeth gently squeezing my nail, tongue flickering as I push the finger inside the hot wetness of her mouth.
My other hand already on her waist, I pull her toward me, press her lithe body up against mine. Those magnificent hips swaying and rubbing against mine, her weight shifting onto me, breasts heaving, nipples so hard now I can feel them through that sweater dress.
“You’re fucking incredible,” I growl. Prelude to pulling her toward me, my finger in her mouth still, angling her head so I can taste the tenderness of her neck, run my sensitive tastebuds down the taut muscles, follow the path that leads me to the front of her chest. Quiet moans getting louder as I run my tongue down the softness of her cleavage, her dress my enemy now as I pull it down and bury my teeth in her breasts.
“Oh God…” she moans. “Cole…”


About the Author:

JD Hawkins writes erotic romance with modern-classic alpha males and strong, independant women. He currently lives with his wife in Los Angeles, CA. He loves to travel and has lived in many places, including New York City, India and Thailand. When he isn't writing, JD enjoys surfing, training in Mixed Martial Arts, reading and taking naps. He's always loved making up stories, especially ones inspired by real life.

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