Reseña del libro "Tasting Menu (Snowed In At Silverpine) (en Inglés)"
Romy Chamberlain hasn't eaten since a gas station outside Bozeman, her deadline was three hours ago, and the man refusing to feed her is the most infuriating thing she's seen in a year of eating for a living. Emiliano Vega runs the only kitchen at Silverpine and he has one rule: he doesn't cook for critics. He'll feed her the way he'd feed any guest, bread and whatever's on, and she can write about that. Then she moans over his bread, and the plan goes the way plans go. He blindfolds her with a kitchen towel and feeds her by hand until she can't tell what she's tasting. He puts her in his bed with honey on her skin and tells her she'll eat seven courses before she gets one thing she actually wants. He makes her ask. He makes her wait. And he will not, will not, put the one thing on the menu she came up the mountain for, because she hasn't earned it, and she knows it, and she hates that he's right. Then the storm clears, and the review is due, and she has a blank page, because she's never once eaten his food the way a stranger would. He's made very sure of that. Tasting Menu is an explicit, open-door enemies-to-lovers romance: feeding, blindfolds, a chef who runs the table and the bed, orgasm denial that lasts until it doesn't, and a critic who finds out what it means to be fed by someone who means it. A standalone HEA. Book Three of Snowed In at Silverpine.