Turn Up the Heat – A Review (plus a few words from the author and a giveaway!)

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Today’s review is Turn Up the Heat, by Serena Bell, as part of the Tasty Book Tour Virtual Tour. I was given a free copy of the book by NetGalley, in exchange for this honest review. I’m also excited to welcome Serena to the blog, as she talks to us about her favorite diners. There’s also a giveaway, and you can win a Loveswept mug, Flirt mug and a select ebook bundle – who doesn’t want that?

The Book

For readers of Jill Shalvis and Susan Mallery, USA Today bestselling author Serena Bell teases all five senses in this poignant, tantalizing novel of fantasies long hidden . . . and finally indulged.

Aspiring chef Lily McKee noticed Kincaid Graves the first time he walked into the dingy diner where she waits tables. With his ice-blue eyes and primal tattoos, his presence puts Lily on edge—and reminds her of all the unfulfilled longings she isn’t pursuing while she’s stuck in this dead-end job. Without a doubt, the man is dangerous to her long-term plans of leaving town and hiring on at a real kitchen—and yet, she hungers for him, if even for just a taste.

Kincaid didn’t come back to his coastal Oregon hometown looking for a good time or a good meal. The ex-con has a score to settle, old wrongs to set right. But Lily, equal parts innocence and insight, brings out an impulsive side of him he thought he’d left behind in the past. And it only takes one intense moment of weakness between them to make him consider the possibility of an entirely new future—and the promise of passion beyond either of their wildest dreams.

 

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Excerpt:

In prison, you perfected the art of watching without seeming to watch. You learned to keep an eye on everyone and everything, to monitor subtle shifts, the changes in weather that warned of coming disaster.

You didnt lose that habit overnight. Kincaid Graves could sit in his booth in the diner, read his book, and see and hear everything. He knew where she was, every second. Hed watched when the burly Greek had invited her to cook, seen the way she danced behind the counter, graceful and efficient. Hed monitored the movements of the other cook, too, so he knew the guy had been in her space, had messed with her grill.

Hed watched her scrape the grill and start over, and hed watched her wield a hot spatula against her oppressor the next time hed messed with her. Shed eked a smile out of the guy, even—the guy knew toughness when he saw it. She might not be from around here—something Midwestern in her accent said she wasnt—but she had good pioneer spirit. Build, burn it down, rebuild.

She was beautiful, this close. Huge green eyes, arched eyebrows, pixie face, pointed chin, wide, full mouth. Those eyes. Hadnt he read that people were programmed to go nuts for big eyes, something to do with the urge to care for young, vulnerable creatures?

This was all apart from how bad he wanted her. She was tall and slim, with small, high breasts and a tiny waist, and he wanted to pick her up and wedge her against the wood paneling and surge into her under that absurd little skirt.

He couldnt trust those impulses. Hed been the better part of a decade without sex with anything other than his fist. He was hyperaware of all the waitresses, dressed to bring in tips in short skirts and booty shorts and teeny-tiny tops. His cock was decidedly unpicky these days, willing to get hammer hard for any halfway appealing visual.

Her eyes were another thing entirely. Always moving, taking everything in. Sad all the time, sadder still after shed been booted out of the kitchen. Hed wanted to shake the asshole owner, to make him see: She’s the only one around here who knows what she’s doing. Listen to her!

Those eyes took peoples measure, were thoughtful without being calculating. She spent time at each table, never seemed rushed, talked earnestly with customers, advising them. Getting to know them.

Those eyes, when they looked at him, held something speculative, something greedy. His cock hardened. Ever-hopeful idiot.

Im Lily,” she said.

He already knew that. The waitresses here didn’t wear name tags, but hed heard her say it to other customers. Still, it was different, hearing her say it to him. Introducing yourself, that was the beginning of something. A friendship, a relationship.

He didnt need or want either of those things. For one thing, he had a job to do, a mission. He was going to find a way to get his grandmothers money back and make sure it went to the kids shed loved so much. For now, that was where all his energy needed to go. And besides, even if there might at some point in his life—if he could remake it—be room for a woman, it wouldnt be a woman like Lily. It would be someone less refined, angrier, more worldly, someone who had already set aside bright, innocent dreams. The other waitresses were closer to it. A single mom with a deadbeat ex-husband—Grant had told him—whod done time for cooking meth. Another, thirty-something, chronically single, her age showing in every line of her face and in her dead eyes. It would be harder to scare away a woman like that. To disappoint her.

This woman, this Lily, did not seem like the sort who would be able to assimilate Kincaids life story. In a rage, I held a knife, a knife I’d used to chop onions since I was eight years old, to a man’s throat, and I told him if he hurt my grandmother again, I’d kill him. I cut him. Not deep enough to kill. But deep enough.

Ill take the check,” he said, instead of answering her implicit question. “Get out of your way.”

Even though he wanted to stay. Because it was a place to be, because there were people here and that felt like company, even if he didnt interact with them. Because he was used to constant clamor, to being surrounded by human life and foible, and if he went home now it would be another night in that small, dark, lonely cabin. His P.O.—parole officer—had strongly advised him against spending time in bars (“Shit happens in bars”), which left him only a few options for hangouts. This was his favorite.

You want to stay? Sit and read?”

It was as if shed read his mind, and the way those green eyes bored into him, maybe she had.

Hell be pissed at you.” He gestured with his head at the tubby Greek owner.

Hes already pissed at me.” She smiled and shrugged.

Brave girl. “Youll lose tips.

Ill live.”

They both knew hed tip her well. Hed gone out of his way to tip all the waitresses here generously, in hopes of a favor like this one coming his way. The chance to sit a little longer where the noise in his head wasnt louder than the noise outside.

But you do have to tell me your name.”

Shed noticed his evasion, then. “Kincaid Graves.”

Kincaid,” she repeated. “Nice to meet you, Kincaid.”

Nice to meet you, Lily,” he said.

Serena’s Favorite Diners

I’m super happy to be visiting Wendy Miller’s blog today as part of my Turn Up the Heat blog tour. Thank you so much, Wendy, for having me!

Turn Up the Heat is the story of Lily—an aspiring chef stuck in a dead-end waitress job—and Kincaid, an ex-con whose sole act of violence was in defense of someone he loved. One mistake can stall out of a life—as both of them have discovered, but so can a single sizzling hot night turn a life around, and bring back the promise of joy and love, if they have the courage to go after it.

Turn Up the Heat is set in the seaside town of Tierney Bay, in Markos’ Diner, a down-on-its-luck, little-loved old-style diner. Markos hasn’t updated the menu—or the décor—since the 50s.

I wanted to talk a little bit about my two favorite diners. Ironically, Lily and Kincaid never manage a breakfast together, even though breakfast is my number one favorite diner meal. My husband, two kiddos, and I take every opportunity we can to dine at one of our hometown’s two awesome diner-style restaurants—and every time we do, it’s an intrafamily battle over which one.

Diner 1: One of those true old train-car-style diners from the late 40s, moved from its original location—adorable, cozy, and the perfect archetypal diner experience. The waitresses wear 1950s rolled jeans, saddle shoes, and white button-downs. The surly-looking but amazing cooks sling hash and flip burgers in a frighteningly narrow behind-the-counter kitchen. The tables are metal-edged, the booths and chairs covered in faux leather. My kids fight to go here for the shakes and malteds, while my husband and I appreciate the free WiFi for our “working from home.” When I go out for breakfast, my favorite is the green eggs & ham—a pesto and ham scramble—with a side of fruit, a biscuit, and a glass of orange juice.

Diner 2: Borderline gourmet diner food served on Fiestaware, slung by line cooks with berets, piercings, and tattoos, who sing aloud, and loudly, to the 80s XM loop. Huge floor to ceiling windows give you a view of summer weekend tourists parading into town, and the waitresses know the locals by name and preferred order. My kids fight to go here for the endless variety of muffin flavors, the fruit smoothies, and the incomparable French toast experience. My husband and I appreciate the music.  When I go out for breakfast, I order the Avocado-Bacon-Cheddar omelet—with, you guessed it, a side of fruit, a biscuit, and a glass of OJ.

I originally intended to make Markos’ an amalgam of my own favorite haunts, but in the end, Markos’ Diner invented itself, as often happens with writing. As I wrote about Lily and Kincaid and Markos, bits and pieces of the diner fell into place, until I knew all kinds of things about it—that it was lodge-style, dark and stifling, and desperately in need of TLC—stuck in the past, like Markos himself. And maybe a little bit like Lily and Kincaid, too—just waiting for the right person to see all the promise beneath the surface.

My Review

Lily McKee is waiting tables in a diner in a small town while she licks her emotional wounds and saves money to go back to chasing her dream – living in Chicago and owning her own restaurant. Kincaid Graves is fresh out of prison, and knows he’ll never get his old life back, but he can get justice for his grandmother – if he can just get the proof he needs that her husband destroyed her will.

Neither of them want a relationship, yet their bodies are drawn to each other like moths to flames. They can’t resist each other, and the desires they’ve both had to keep hidden are welcome between them. The only problem is what they know about each other, what they want, and what they can have, aren’t all the same thing.

This was an interesting book, in so many ways. Both characters have some dark sexual desires, and I thought the author did a nice job of expressing their hesitation over exploring them, their shame over feeling them, alongside the exploration and their realization that there’s nothing wrong with them.

The secrets that Caid kept were intriguing, especially as I expected someone else to reveal them to Lily long before it actually happened. While I liked seeing Caid’s reaction to Lily learning about his past from someone else and his attempts to talk to her, what I really enjoyed was Lily’s feelings. I felt that the author did an excellent job of portraying how a woman might feel learning that the man she’s trusted to help her explore very rough sex has actually gone to prison for violence – that sense of betrayal, that fear that maybe he’s not what he seemed, the realization that maybe you were lucky that he didn’t actually hurt you.

I loved the descriptions of the town, the diner, Caid’s home and the other locations. They were descriptive, but not overpowering – perfectly written to put me there without making me feel like I was getting more description than story. The secondary characters were nicely developed, and served their roles well without distracting from Lily and Caid’s journey. This was my first introduction to Serena Bell, and it was a good one. I will definitely be seeking out more of her books.

Buy Links: Amazon | B & N iTunes | Kobo Publisher

 

Find Turn Up the Heat and the entire Second Chances series on Goodreads.

Author Info

SERENA

USA Today bestselling author Serena Bell writes stories about how sex messes with your head, why smart people sometimes do stupid things, and how love can make it all better. She wrote her first steamy romance before she was old enough to understand what all the words meant and has been perfecting the art of hiding pages and screens from curious eyes ever since—a skill that’s particularly useful now that she’s the mother of two school-aged children.

Author Links: Website | Facebook | Twitter | GoodReads

 

The Giveaway

You can enter the Rafflecopter giveaway and win:

One Loveswept Mug

One Flirt Mug

Ebook copies of:

  • CLAIMED by Stacey Kennedy
  • MY OBSESSION by Cassie Ryan
  • DEEP AUTUMN HEAT by Elisabeth Barrett
  • TAKE THE FALL by Marquita Valentine
  • YOUR TO KEEP by Serena Bell
  • SWEET THE SIN by Claire Kent

You can follow the rest of the tour here, to read more reviews, guests posts and interviews with Serena Bell.

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