"I can resist everything except temptation."
--Oscar Wilde

Beautiful, spirited Jacobin de Chastelux would have been the perfect prize for any man ... but she never imagined one would win her at a game of cards! When she learns that her dissolute, dastardly uncle and guardian had wagered her virtue--and lost--she flees. A cunning disguise and her culinary talents land her in the royal kitchen as a chef. All is well until her uncle dines with the prince and is poisoned by one of her pastries. Jacobin must escape again ... to the home of the very man who won her in that infamous game!

Lord Storrington knows nothing of the true identity of the new cook. All he knows is that things are heating up--and the sparks aren't coming from the stove. A delicious ecstasy tempts the scoundrel and the chef ... one that can only end with sweet, sweet surrender.



On the run from a murder charge, Jacobin has found a job as pastry cook to Anthony, Earl of Storrington. He is unaware that his new cook is the same young woman he won in a card game with her uncle. Busy in the wee hours, preparing delicacies to impress her new employer, she is discovered by the earl who wanders into the kitchen during a sleepless night.

She busied herself setting water and sugar to heat on the range, then looked for vanilla. She was pleased to find a supply of castor sugar already infused with vanilla beans. Mrs. Simpson might be difficult, but she ran an efficient kitchen.

She peered at Lord Storrington through her lashes. He was the epitome of informal masculine grace in his full length claret velvet robe. Her mind recoiled from speculation about what he might be wearing beneath it. She eyed her jacket which she'd taken off when the fire heated the room. Accustomed to working in frigid confectionary kitchens, she'd quickly become uncomfortably warm. But putting another garment on now would draw attention to her state of dishabille. It wasn't as though her shift was particularly indecent. It was made of sturdy muslin, she thought optimistically.

Giving the syrup a good stir, she decided not to initiate further conversation. Any form of intimacy with Lord Storrington would be unwise or worse.

Apparently he didn't have the same compunction.

"Have you ever been in love, Miss Castle?"


Read more about history's first celebrity chef.

"Neville throws disguises, secrets and vows of vengeance in the way of true love ... the byplay between the hero and heroine is genuine, lusty and fun." Publisher's Weekly