#blogtour Cocky Chef by J. D. Hawkins #4.5stars #review #ContemporaryRomance @fuckyeahawkins @dirtygirlcandi

Posted July 31, 2017 by Dora in 4.5 Stars, Blog Tour, Contemporary Romance, Our Reviews / 0 Comments

#blogtour Cocky Chef by J. D. Hawkins #4.5stars #review #ContemporaryRomance @fuckyeahawkins @dirtygirlcandiby J. D. Hawkins
Genres: Contemporary Romance

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You can call me arrogant as much as you want. But when you're the best at what you do and have the hottest restaurant on the west coast, with enough Michelin stars to make Gordon Ramsay's head spin, you've earned the right to your confidence.

When I give an instruction in the kitchen, it's not a suggestion--it's an order. So when a new chef thinks she can do things her way, and dares to say so to my face, even her sharp wit and gorgeous pouty lips don't make it okay.

But I have to admit, she's got talent. She's creative in the kitchen and not even that double-breasted chef jacket can hide her perfect body. As I get to know her, I can't help wanting to know everything she thinks. I've never met a more talented chef. And I've never met a sassier and sexier woman in my life.

There's only one way this push and pull can end.

With her in my bed, begging for more.


Can I say yummy, yummy, and good for your tummy? For someone who loves to cook and watches Master Chef, Food Network and numerous other cooking shows I was intrigued by the story. I’m a huge fan of TV Celebrity Chefs and Cocky Chef  was right up my alley.

Cole Chambers is a Celebrity Chef, who owns Knife, a three Michelin star restaurant, in LA. He’s dedicated and a stern task master used to having his staff jump at his command. Having been burned by a previous business partner he doesn’t have much confidence in people and doesn’t trust that they won’t betray him. Cole doesn’t “do” relationships; he spends his time and energy in the kitchen. He’s even busier now with plans for a new restaurant in Vegas.

Willow is a classically trained chef. She studied in France under the renowned chef, Guillhaume de Lacompte, and became best friends with Tony, a fellow American. After moving back home, to Idaho, she opened a restaurant that unfortunately, due to location, she had to close. When Tony invites her to LA to try her luck there she decides she needs a clean slate and moves. She’s not going to discard the dream of owning her own restaurant someday, she just needs to make some contacts, and what better place than LA. Willow lands a job at Knife, hired by Cole’s right hand man, while he’s out-of-town.  A week later she meets him, under very unfortunate circumstances, after a mix-up with an ingredient.

“Yeah. So you don’t like the lemon thyme—does that mean you have to bring me out here to ream me out and try to embarrass me in front of the other diners?”

“It’s not a matter of whether I ‘like’ lemon thyme or not, it’s a matter of you doing your job properly.”

“And what’s your job? You some kind of big shot actor? With your attitude and your fancy suit and massive….jawline? What do you do that makes you so big-headed and think you can just come in here and speak to me like that?”

Willow! That’s Cole Chambers. He owns this restaurant.”

After eating crow pie and apologizing, Willow gets to know her boss a little more. Eventually, a lot more! Cole soon realizes that Willow is more than a pretty face; she proves to be very talented in, and out, of the kitchen. With very different cooking and business philosophies they both have something to teach each other.

I loved Cole and Willow! They complimented each other perfectly. This book had the perfect combination of romance and heartbreak with a lot of witty dialogue thrown in to balance it out.  I especially enjoyed all the food description and inside info on the food industry. There’s something about a man in Chef’s whites that makes me want to lick….my plate! By the end of Cocky Chef, I was tempted to lick my Kindle, I was hungry for more.

By: Dora



Cocky Chef by JD Hawkins

Release Date: July 31st

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Designer: Letitia Hasser from RBA Designs

Model: Christian Hogue



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About J. D. Hawkins

About the Author:
JD Hawkins writes erotic romance with modern-classic alpha males and strong, independant women. He currently lives with his wife in Los Angeles, CA. He loves to travel and has lived in many places, including New York City, India and Thailand. When he isn't writing, JD enjoys surfing, training in Mixed Martial Arts, reading and taking naps. He's always loved making up stories, especially ones inspired by real life.













She lets out a sigh of relief, but my cock hears something different in her gasping exhale. I bring my thumb slowly to a speck at the side of her mouth, fingers resting on the round perfection of her jawline. She stills under my touch and catches my gaze, time slowing with the deliberateness of my movements.

I brush the speck, but don’t pull away. Instead, I bring my thumb back across those ever-pouted lips, tracing their dip and fullness, letting her feel the texture of hands rough and scarred from a lifetime in kitchens, our eyes locked together in a moment of anticipation, emotions raging like an angry sea against the dam of the distance between us.

Her lips part slightly, I feel her shortening breath on my hand, and I push my thumb between those juicy, perfect lips, fingers pressing against the base of her ear. Her gentle gasp breaks the silence, before she closes those soft lips around my thumb, the sight of them pressing against my skin making my cock full against my pants. Her teeth gently squeezing my nail, tongue flickering as I push the finger inside the hot wetness of her mouth.

My other hand already on her waist, I pull her toward me, press her lithe body up against mine. Those magnificent hips swaying and rubbing against mine, her weight shifting onto me, breasts heaving, nipples so hard now I can feel them through that sweater dress.

“You’re fucking incredible,” I growl. Prelude to pulling her toward me, my finger in her mouth still, angling her head so I can taste the tenderness of her neck, run my sensitive tastebuds down the taut muscles, follow the path that leads me to the front of her chest. Quiet moans getting louder as I run my tongue down the softness of her cleavage, her dress my enemy now as I pull it down and bury my teeth in her breasts.

“Oh God…” she moans. “Cole…”




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