This is from my newly contracted holiday story, Catered Affair. I have an awsome cover from Decadent Publishing, although, at first I thought the couple was in a pie plate because the story has a foodie element to it. Guillermo asked why they were in a washing machine (in my defense, he's really pretty). What do you think?
Keep in mind this is unedited (the blurb too) and probably won't be out until Christmas time. I apologize for the whonky formatting. It looks fine until I hit publish. Here goes.
Chantal looked around for the weasel-looking guy who’d let them into the apartment earlier. “Ixnay on the anguagelay.”
Monty squinted a clueless look in her general direction. “What?”
She whispered, “Pig Latin.”
“You know I’m not fluent, sweetie.” He swatted her rump with a firm
Chantal planted her knuckles on her hips, the kitchen knife
still in her grasp.
Newly engaged, Chantal and Monty have been hired as caterers for Layton Industries annual Christmas party held at the Layton’s penthouse apartment. The problem is Steve and Alexa Layton’s plane has been grounded due to snow. Both couples struggle with the phase they are at in their respective relationships. Can a sexy kitchen, a box of produce and a security system help?