Excerpt for “Heat in the Kitchen” by Sarah Fredricks

For those of you who didn’t catch it, Sarah Fredricks won the Five Little Words contest held last week.  For her prize, she asked to have an excerpt of her novel posted.  I am including a few other details, along with the book cover, for your perusal.  The cover links to Amazon US, but for those in the UK you can find the book here.  Another contest will begin on Friday for those interested.  In the meantime, please check out the excerpt .  It is a romance and looks like it could be a good one!

Summary:  Orphaned at eighteen, identical twins Matt and Zander Duval-Adams assumed responsibility for their twelve year old identical twin sisters, Tess and Ronnie.

 ‘Heat in the Kitchen’, the first book in a series of four, introduces you to Matt fourteen years after the death of their parents. Matt is a two Michelin starred, internationally renowned chef who has cooked for royalty and presidents all over the world.

 As Matt settles in for an evening of creativity in the kitchen he discovers that Tess has lent his professional kitchen to her friend, Ella. Despite being disgruntled at the invasion, his ‘big brother’ instinct kicks in and he ends up helping her out of the jam she’s landed in.

Ella is his baby sister’s friend and out of bounds in Matt’s eyes but that doesn’t stop the raging attraction he feels towards her. As her life spirals out of control, Matt’s ‘big brother’ act becomes just that, an act.

Ella is an internationally acclaimed pianist, fighting for her half-sisters’ love, struggling to come to terms with her father’s recent presence in her life and forced to confront a nightmare from her past.

She has secretly loved Matt for more than half her life but is panicked by the reality of their mutual attraction. Does she see Matt as someone who can only be a good friend and nothing more, or does his attention finally inflame a passion and love that neither can continue to deny?



Matt had stopped tapping his foot. It was his turn to stare at her in amazement. ‘Are you serious?’

Ella held his gaze.

‘You are serious.’ Matt put his hands out to her. ‘I have your albums on my iPod. I am always playing them. I sometimes put you on when I’m playing the piano and play along with you. It’s one way I keep my skill honed.’ He paused as a thought occurred to him. ‘Maybe that’s why we played so well together just now.’

Matt ran both his hands through his cropped hair. ‘My god. Daniella – Ella. It figures. I didn’t recognise you from your photos on the albums. I’m sorry. What must you think of me?’

Ella was now openly laughing at him. ‘Why should you recognise me? I don’t court publicity. I actively go out of my way to avoid it.’

‘Yes, but I’ve spent hours gazing at your album covers….’ Matt stopped and realised what he’d just confessed to. He grinned at her. His confidence restored.

‘Busted! I’m a huge fan Ella. I’ve got tickets for your concert at the Albert Hall next month. I think it’s the first time I’ve been in the same country as you when you’ve been playing a solo concert and been able to go. I missed you in Australia by two days and in New York by a week. I’m flattered that you’re letting me play in your place today. I promise I’ll do you proud.’

‘I don’t doubt that, otherwise I wouldn’t have agreed.’ Ella smiled at him, amazed that Matt could be so modest about his music when he was so extremely confident about everything else.

He brushed the gentlest of kisses against her lips. ‘Mmm, I intend getting to know you very well Daniella Lewis-Cannon.’

With that threat he walked towards the building.

‘See you at the reception Ella,’ he called over his shoulder.


‘Mmm, that was delicious!’ Ella sat back and put her hand on her stomach. She was now well and truly replete.

They’d just enjoyed their own private picnic. Matt’s staff had kept a selection of everything for them and set it all up in a small room that looked like it was normally used as an office.

Matt finished off his drink and agreed with her. ‘Not bad given what we had to work with and the time we had.’

‘Not bad? You know exactly how good that food was Matthew Adams.’

He grinned at her. ‘Yeah, I do. I was just trying to be modest.’

Ella shook her head at him. ‘You’re incorrigible.’

His eyes twinkled at her. ‘So I’m told. But you might be able to reform me. Wanna try?’

Ella blushed again. Suddenly the atmosphere was thick with desire. All it took was a look and Ella was lost.

Matt leaned towards her. ‘Then again, maybe I should take you down with me.’  His lips met hers, cutting off any reply she may have made. The kiss felt soft against her mouth. The tip of his tongue skimmed her parched lips. She could feel her breathing increase and hear the beat of her heart thumping in her head as she welcomed the taste of him.

Matt had been craving this all afternoon. Sitting beside him at the piano, her perfume had mesmerised him. His senses had been assaulted with the way her dress embraced her lush curves giving a teasing glimpse of the swell of her breasts. Breasts he ached to taste and touch. Her face, with its subtle makeup and surrounded by wisps of her hair, had filled his vision. He tamped down his animalistic desire to rip the dress from her body and take her across the table.

Without breaking contact he wheeled his chair away from the table and pulled her onto his lap in one swift move. He fought to keep the kiss slow, to keep it gentle. She’d retreated before, for a reason he had yet to discover and he didn’t want to scare her off again.

Ella loved the feel of his lips on hers. Fireworks seemed to go off in her head every time he touched her. She moved her hand up to the back of his head and ran her fingers through his short hair. Her tongue reached out, boldly exploring.

Matt needed no further encouragement. He deepened the kiss, meeting her stroke for stroke with his tongue. Every kiss, every sweep of his tongue with hers, heightened her arousal. She’d never experienced this before – the heady need to be taken, the burning need to feel him fill her. This potent desire between herself and Matt masked her dark memories of sex.

She clung to him as the kiss became harder, more urgent, her breathing turning harsh and uneven with each thrust of his tongue.

She felt the slide of his hand up her body as it moved from cradling her hip to rest at the side of her breast. His fingers caressed the bare skin exposed by the low cut of the dress under her arm. They stroked the side swell of her breast. Heat pooled at her core as her nipples tightened in anticipation of his further caress.

Breathing deeply, Matt broke the kiss. His lips travelled across her face where he gently bit her earlobe before trailing a line of sensual kisses down her neck. She shuddered as he reached the small hollow at the base of her throat. High on her own erotic arousal she threw her head back to give him access to her body. She felt the whisper like touch of his lips across the swell of her breasts as his fingers sought her hardened nipple through the silkiness of her dress.

She moaned as she felt a liquid heat pool at the juncture of her thighs. She shifted her body to seek relief from the mounting tension and felt his hard erection nudging her through the soft folds of her dress.

Matt groaned as he stilled her. ‘You’re killing me here Ella,’ he managed to gasp as he took a deep breath.


Feel free to leave comments below.  If you would like to know more, you can visit Sarah Fredricks’ website here.


~ by Suzie on August 20, 2012.

One Response to “Excerpt for “Heat in the Kitchen” by Sarah Fredricks”

  1. […] you missed the last one, you can see it here.  Sarah Fredricks won that one and chose to have an excerpt of her novel posted as her prize.  Check it out if you haven’t gotten a chance.  Anyone can […]

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