Release Blitz: #Forked by Melanie Harlow (@MelanieHarlow2) ~ Includes #Excerpt, #Teaser Pics, Yummy Recipes, & an Awesome #Giveaway!
He smiled. “You totally want me to kiss you right now.”
Shrinking back, I slapped him on the shoulder. “I do not!”
“You did, you so did,” he said, laughing as he stood up. He tossed the iPad onto his bed. “You licked your lips.”
Steaming mad, I clenched my fists at my sides and trailed him down the steps and back into the kitchen. He was so fucking infuriating! “That doesn’t mean I wanted you to kiss me. Because I didn’t. I don’t.”
“Oh no?” He whirled around and grabbed me hard by the shoulders. His lips hovered over mine. “Then tell me not to kiss you,” he said, his breath warm and soft on my mouth. “Say it’s against the rules. Say you don’t want it.”
Oh God, oh God, oh God. Why did he have to play these kinds of games? I knew what he was doing—he wanted me as badly as I wanted him, but he wanted it to be my idea so he wouldn’t look like the asshole. So he could say that I was the one who broke the rules. That I was the one who wanted him more.
He was either going to take me the way I wanted to be taken or not at all. I wasn’t going to offer him a fucking invitation, not after what he’d done.
“I don’t want it.” The lie slid out through clenched teeth.
He paused before letting go of me. “Good. Because I don’t want it either.”
Before I could stop myself, my hand shot out and grabbed his crotch. Beneath his jeans, his cock was thick and hard and totally erect.
I smiled wickedly. “Liar.”
Satisfied with his awestruck expression, I removed my hand and turned to the ingredients lined up on the island. “Well, don’t just stand there. We’ve got a cake to bake, remember?”
“Coco.” He said my name with enough force to make me wonder if he was angry at what I’d done. I faced him again and saw his hands fisted at his sides. And there was something other than shock in his eyes. They were darker than they’d been a moment ago, making my nether regions tingle. And was it the oven making it so hot in here?
I felt for the counter behind me. “Yes, friend?”
Rushing toward me, he wrapped his hands tightly around my head. “Don’t.” Then he crushed his mouth against mine, igniting a fire within me that consumed any lingering doubts or desire to play the coquette. I threw my arms around him and molded my lips and body to his. Later we’d probably argue over who started this, but right now all I could think about was getting closer to him.
We kissed like it was the first time, like we were back in his truck and we couldn’t believe we’d just met, like we’d better get our fill of each other because such insane chemistry couldn’t possibly last—surely it would burn out as quickly as it sparked.
But God, God, it felt good.
“Nick,” I whispered as his mouth, that incredible, luscious mouth that had taught me so much about pleasure, moved down my throat. He closed his fingers in my hair, sending needles prickling across my scalp and down my spine. I tugged at the blue shirt, impatient to feel his skin against mine, to wrap myself around him, to get him inside me.
He dropped his arms and I shoved the shirt from his shoulders, but as it dropped to the floor, he did too, sinking to his knees in front of me. Breathing hard, I watched him slide his hands up the outsides of my thighs, pushing the dress to my hips. “Christ, this body,” he whispered, resting his forehead against my white lace panties. His hands flexed on my hips. “I’ve dreamed about this.”
“You have?” My fingers threaded through his thick dark hair.
“Yes. And this.” He kissed me through the lace. “And this.” He dragged the panties down to my knees. “And especially this.” He slid his tongue between my legs, which nearly buckled at the first firm, wet stroke.
At the second stroke, they began to tremble.
By the third, I wasn’t even sure I had legs.
“It feels so good, Nick,” I whimpered. “I don’t think I can stand.”
“Fuck standing.” He yanked my underwear all the way down and I stepped out of them, holding onto his shoulders for balance. As he stood, he reached behind me and hitched my legs up around his hips, my dress riding all the way up to my waist. Our mouths and tongues collided, and I locked my ankles behind him.
God, I’d missed this. I’d missed everything about him.
Today, Melanie shares with us some super yummy recipes from FORKED. Seriously, these pictures are making my mouth water! Enjoy! And if you decide to try one of these recipes for yourself, please stop back and tell us how it was!
Since Nick Lupo is a chef and Coco Thomas is a girl with a healthy appetite, food plays an essential part in FORKED. If you love to eat (and drink) like me, check out these recipes inspired by the story! Huge thanks to my bestie and fellow author Kayti McGee for creating these delicious concoctions!
Nick Lupo runs The Burger Bar, where he serves gourmet burgers. The Whiskey burger is an ode to Coco’s love of bacon and their shared passion for whiskey.
1/2½ lb 80/20 ground beef
4 slices of bacon.
1 clove garlic, minced
¼1/4 cup beer
1/4¼ cup whiskey
1 block white cheddar, grated
Kettle BBQ chips
2 brioche buns
Tomato, lettuce, pickles
Preheat a skillet on high, cook bacon. Divide meat in half, form into patties. Coat with salt and pepper. Cook patties in the bacon grease 3 minutes per side for medium.
In the meantime, heat beer, whiskey, and garlic over high heat until boiling. Whisk in cheese a handful at a time.
Serve burgers with bacon, a generous spoonful of whiskey cheese sauce and a handful of BBQ chips on top, veggies optional.
Nick makes chocolate cake for his Noni’s birthday, and Coco, um, helps. Since his nickname for her is cupcake, here’s a version for her. The cinnamon and the labne are nods to her Lebanese heritage. Feel free to swap the labne for sour cream. The cherry in the frosting is another nod to Coco…since Nick took hers. If you love frosting, double the recipe.
½1/2 c cocoa
1/2½ c hot coffee (cinnamon coffee if you’re overachieving)
1/2½ c butter
1 ¼1/4 c sugar
½1/2 tsp sea salt
1 tsp vanilla
1 ½ c flour
1 tsp baking powder
½1/2 c labne
Preheat the oven to 350, and line a tin for12 cupcakes.
Dissolve the cocoa in the coffee. Cream the butter and sugar. Add eggs, and vanilla. Slowly mix the remaining ingredients in, with the cocoa mixture last. Bake for 20-25 minutes. Cool.
1 egg white
¾3/4 c sugar
2 Tb cold water
3 T maraschino cherry syrup
1 tsp corn syrup
1/2½ tsp vanilla
Beat all ingredients like hell over a double boiler for exactly 7 minutes. Top each cupcake with a dab of frosting and a cherry.
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