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Holiday Romance

“There are times in most marriages when we let life get in the way of the relationship. Times we worry about the little things instead of what should be more important. This tasty little treat is brimming with a couple in love who have hit the end of their rope. Stressed out by a business that is booming, their love seems to have fallen by the way side. Fortunately a little Holiday spirit might be just the thing to put them back in the spirit of love.

I have read several works by this author and have to admit that I keep my eyes peeled for anything with her name on it. Congrats on another release Ms. Patterson. Here is wishing you many more.”   –Seriously Reviewed…17 out of 20 points.

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“Valerie Patterson has a wide range of writing skills. In That Taste of Orange, Ms. Patterson cooks up a delicious romance. Sabrina Montgomery and her husband Chas operate a small business, Sabrina’s Sweet Sensations, together. Days and nights of constant togetherness have created a couple with a souring relationship.

Sabrina finds she resents the constant smothering she perceives in her husband. She is torn by a once smoldering love that has burned low. The very characteristics she loved in Chas have become an irritant to her. When caring attention turns to suffocating watchfulness, and a feeling of being stifled, love can only grow cold. The last spark between them is constant bickering.

With Christmas approaching work becomes their main focus. Alone together at night, something as mundane as dinner becomes a point of contention. Sabrina is at a loss to understand her feelings. She can’t put away the memories of their earlier passion. Today, the last thing between them is the pastry shop and a shared love of food.

When the family visits for the holidays, both Sabrina and Chas face an uncertain future. Then, in the midst of their family, a sudden taste of orange sparks Chas to put aside his animosity and reach out for Sabrina. The results of that moment make a delicious confection all readers will enjoy.

I recommend Valerie Patterson’s book, A Taste of Orange. It is a continuing example of the writers ability to make everyday problems and situations into a good read.” -Harvey Tate, author of As The Wind Walks, and many other fine novels.

BLURB:

Can the taste of orange rekindle their passion?

If ever two people were perfectly suited for each other, it’s Sabrina and Chas. Both pastry chefs. Both excellent cooks. And both love the taste of orange. But the Christmas season has been a very busy time at their pastry shop, and they’re both feeling the weight of the long hours, the lack of personal time, and the stress of the holidays.

Sabrina wants nothing more for Christmas than to regain the wonderful relationship she once had with her husband. The very traits that drew her to him in the beginning are now driving her crazy. Chas loves his wife, but he’s overworked and needs some down time. When he suggests they need time apart—and neglects to tell her where he was one evening—Sabrina thinks the worst.

Will the end of the holidays signal the end of their union? Or can one juicy little orange bring them back where they belong?

EXCERPT:

She got up and went downstairs, wondering where Chas was. As she stood in the kitchen doorway, she smiled. He was wearing the bottoms to a pair of pajamas she bought him last year. They had candy canes all over them. His dark brown hair—which reminded her of dark chocolate when wet—was damp and a crescent-shaped section hung over his forehead. It was clear that he’d taken a shower while she napped. She wondered how he’d been in their bedroom without her knowing. Used to be, she could just sense when he was around her.

His chest was bare save for the bib apron he wore. In the front pocket of the apron were a hand towel and a potholder. Tucked into the waistband of his pants was another hand towel. On the counter were several small glass bowls containing various ingredients circling a large mixing bowl, a carton of eggs, and the bottle of Amade ChocOrange liqueur. He picked up a wooden spoon, twirling it like a drummer would a stick, before using it to mix whatever was in the bowl. She watched him, unable to take her eyes off his biceps…watching them pump up and down as he reached for the little glass bowls one at a time, dumping ingredients into the mixing bowl. Exchanging the wooden spoon for a stainless steel whisk, he hummed as he expertly whipped the chocolate-orange velvet cream to a light, delicate fluff.

He grabbed a teaspoon from the drawer, which he dipped into the cream. Her eyes followed the spoon to his mouth, eagerly watching his tongue as he licked the remains of the cream off the stainless steel. Her body heated up. She really wanted to go in there, rip off the bib apron, and smear his chest with that cream.

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