Bad Boys of Eden Box Set Day 4: Delicious and Deadly by C.C MacKenzie
Posted by Opal Carew
Something wicked this way comes! Eden is a fantastic getaway and even murderers need a vacation once in a while! C.C. MacKenzie gives us an glimpse of how even the most eccentric of individuals can kick back, relax, and let Eden work its magic for them. It’s… “Delicious and Deadly”.
Emma Ludlow’s temperature is rising and it’s not because of the sweltering Florida sun. Her lucrative business is bloodshed and slaughter. All she wants is peace and quiet in Eden to plot her latest murder. However, a much-adored celebrity chef is in Eden, too. The man is insufferable with an overblown ego she’s dying to kill. His slow smile may be ‘Delicious’, but she won’t taste it, not again. Being famous and wealthy isn’t everything it’s cracked up to be. Oscar Zamani learned that life lesson the hard way when he let the seductively mysterious Emma slip through his fingers. Now an Invitation To Eden has given him another chance to show her that this time he can be trusted. But little does Oscar know that Emma has a dark secret. A secret that might be ‘Deadly’ to his heart.
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The head chef stood in the castle of Eden’s state-of-the-art kitchen, long legs spread, muscled arms folded, a stony stare pinning Mika to the spot.
It was eight-thirty in the evening and the young waiter felt as if he was about to pass out.
A trickle of cold sweat slid down Mika’s back.
His heartbeat hammered too fast against his ribs.
On the whole being part of the service crew and working for Oscar Zamani was a pretty good gig. Chef might be one big scary bastard with hands the size of a dinner plate, but he was a cool guy, usually. Chef was also passionate about food reaching dining tables and rooms piping hot. Customer satisfaction was key. So how the hell was Mika going to explain the return of not just one, but two trays, untouched, from a suite in the tower?
“Just to be clear, Mika. You are telling me that the trays were simply left in the hallway?” Oscar wanted to know, his deep voice no more than a growl. His inflection was pregnant with disbelief, as if Mika had left a newborn unattended among a pride of lions. The tone had Mika’s knees knocking.
“Chef, the… the note on the door said, ‘Please knock. Leave the tray in the hall.’ So I did. Twice.”
“Note?” Mika jumped as Oscar barked the word, held out his hand.
Thanking sweet baby Jesus that he’d had the bright idea to bring the note with him as proof, Mika dug his hand into his vest pocket. Placed the folded piece of paper onto Oscar’s huge palm.
Eyes never leaving Mika’s, Oscar opened the paper, flicked his eyes down to read.
With great care he folded the note and tucked it nice and safe in the top pocket of his crisp white chef jacket.
Dark eyes rose and pinned Mika to the spot.
“Name?” Oscar asked in a soft voice.
Because his black bow tie felt too tight, Mika cleared his throat.
The name rang a very distant bell.
“No idea, sir. Never seen him.”
Oscar turned to survey the staff manning a kitchen gone too quiet, all that could be heard was the steady drip, drip, drip of a tap.
He raised his brows in silent query.
Everyone shook their head.
Oscar moved over to a tray, lifted a heavy lid of solid silver. He’s never… never had an untouched plate returned to his kitchen. With a righteous fury burning his gut, he surveyed the congealed mess on a delicate plate of white china. His teeth ran over his top lip at the thought of how much planning and effort had gone into making sure the rack of melt-in-the-mouth lamb had been seared to a light pink… perfection. How the broccoli spears had been steamed to al dente… perfection. How the delicate reduction, using the finest claret from Eden’s vast cellars and black currants flown in at great expense from the mainland, had excited the palate… perfection. The bowl of now limp green salad seriously annoyed him, too. But it was the mini baked Alaska, meringue made with handmade marshmallow scented with distilled rose water, that lay in a gooey mess of melted double cream ice-cream, which pressed his hot button.
Under the wide-eyes of a staff holding their collective breath, Oscar untied his pristine white apron, folded it carefully, placed it on an immaculate stainless steel worktop.
He removed his chef’s hat.
Placed it on top of the apron.
Turning on his heel, Oscar marched out.
“Omigod,” Mika whispered.
The sous chef crossed himself.
A distant drumbeat boomed out, like thunder, and then echoed from far, far away.
The struggle to open heavy lids made her groan out loud as Emma tried to kick-start her foggy brain. It sounded as if the heavy door to her suite was vibrating in its frame.
Emma stood, swaying on her bare feet.
Stumbling just a little, she shoved her hair from her face.
A mix of irritation and worry began to simmer in her stomach.
She tripped over a pair of abandoned flip flops and nearly fell flat on her face.
Sheer temper had her kick one out the way as she stalked through the disaster zone that was the sitting room.
She yanked opened the door.
“What the hell?” she yelled.
The clenched fist in her face had her body react, arms lifting in defence, before her brain could compute. The trembling started in her feet, by the time it reached her knees, her legs couldn’t hold her weight. The only warning she got was the roaring in her ears before Oscar was moving into her.
The world went black.
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Posted on March 13, 2015, in Boxed Set, Invitation to Eden, New Releases, Other Authors and tagged 99cents, Alpha, alpha male, Author, bad boy, boxed set, C.C. Mackenzie. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.