I've read and enjoyed the fun and games in Breakfast in Bed. It makes you laugh, shake your head in disbelief and roll your eyes at Rich (and wish you were Becca). He's a man without a clue half the time and he has been all too used to the women of his family taking care of him. When he has to take care of himself, learn the basics of cleaning and cooking, hilarity errupts. Trust me, he gives a whole new meaning to "Scrubbing Bubbles". You're going to love Rich's Aunt. She's a hoot and a bit of a seer. Breakfast In Bed has lots sizzle, laughter, and fun. If you want to read a book that gives you a lift and leaves you chuckling afterwards, you have to read Breakfast In Bed.
Back Cover Blurb
He'd be Mr. Perfect if he wasn't a perfect mess…
Rich Ronaldi is almost the complete package—smart, sexy, great job—but when his girlfriend dumps him, Rich swears he'll learn to cook and clean just to win her back…
She'll be happy to make him over, but not for another woman…
Rich is the only guy Becca Larsen's ever met who hasn't tried to change her. She's glad to help him master the domestic arts, but she'll be damned if he'll start cooking in another woman's kitchen—or bedroom…
BREAKFAST IN BED (book 3 in The Domestic Gods Series) by Robin Kaye
IN STORES NOW!
What do you get when you throw an uptight, reluctant debutant, and artist together with a domestically challenged Italian psych professor? Other than my latest release, Breakfast in Bed? You get a lot of laughs and over-the-top sexual tension.
When Rebecca Larsen moves into the apartment she sublet from her sister-in-law only to find Rich Ronaldi, her sister-in-law’s brother, a man she can’t stand, singing in the shower, all she could think to do was get rid of him.
Rich Ronaldi’s bad day began when he stepped out of the shower to find his sister’s best friend with a baseball bat, ogling him and claiming to be renting the same apartment. Then to make matters worse, he was late for a lunch meeting with his dean and mentor who made it clear that he thought it was time for Rich to settle down, only to be dumped an hour later by his girlfriend claiming he wasn’t relationship material.
Rich and Becca make a deal. She could stay in the guest room until her brownstone apartment was remodeled if she teaches him a few of the domestic arts, namely cooking, cleaning, and doing laundry. After all, even an the only son of an over-bearing Italian mother can expect her to cook, clean and do his laundry for so long. Rich needs to get his girlfriend back before a charity dinner he’s planning to attend with his boss.
Becca reluctantly takes him up on his offer, because where else can she find temporary housing for her and her three-legged mutant killer cat, Tripod.
Things heat up in more places than just the kitchen when Becca struggles to train Rich to be a Domestic God for another woman while doing her best to ignore her growing feelings for him.
Rich has his eye so trained on the goal of getting his ex back that he is slow to realize that the woman of his dreams is right in front of him. He’s relieved when his ex isn’t interested in taking him back, leaving him free to peruse Becca. Now all he has to do is talk her into it.
To give you an idea of just how these two interact, here’s one of my favorite scenes from the book, when Becca stumbles across a very naked, very hot Rich in what she assumed was her apartment:
- Rich Ronaldi looked over his shoulder to find his sister’s best friend staring wide-eyed at his bare ass. Well, maybe it wasn’t only his ass she stared at because when he turned, she got a load of the full monty.
Becca rested the end of the bat she carried on the floor. “Excuse me, but what the hell are you doing here?”
Rich had never been the shy type, but the women who got a load of him in the buff were usually invited to do so. Becca, Miss prim-and-proper-ice-princess, wasn’t. He wished he knew where the damn towels were. He’d just moved in, well, in a figurative sense of the word. He’d stayed there for a few days, and he had a towel somewhere, but knowing himself, it was on the floor along with his dirty socks and underwear.
If he’d known she’d be coming by, he’d have kicked them into the closet or at least under the bed. But then, Becca was the last woman he’d expected to darken his doorstep. He had no clue why, but since their first meeting, he got the distinct impression she wasn’t overly fond of him. “How did you get in here?”
Becca didn’t seem to grasp the fact that standing naked in front of a woman who wouldn’t normally give him the time of day is not the most comfortable thing to do. She didn’t turn away or hand him a towel, not that there was one at hand. He brushed past her into the bedroom, saw a towel hanging off the footboard of his bed, and quickly tied it around his waist. The only reaction he saw from Becca was a blink.
“I used my key. What are you dong in my bedroom, taking a shower in my bathroom, which is conveniently located in my apartment?”
Rich let out a laugh. “Hold on, I’m the one asking the questions here. This is my apartment. I’m leasing it from Rosalie and Nick.”
She crossed her arms, the action pulling her baggy sweatshirt taut across her chest. A chest he forgot she even had. When he realized he was staring, he returned his gaze to her face and found her rolling her eyes.
“You’re impossible. So is your story since I’m subletting the apartment from Annabelle. It was her apartment, and now it’s mine. You need to leave.
She looked like one of those sexy Anime cartoon characters. She was tall, just a few inches shorter than his own 6’3”, and thin along with long, long legs and short, choppy, platinum blonde, perpetually tussled hair that gave her a sexy as hell, just-been-fucked look. Rich mimicked her stance, careful not to spread his legs wide enough to dislodge the towel, though it would serve her right if he did. “You’re wrong. Rosalie and Nick own the apartment. They rented it to Annabelle, who has since moved out. I moved in. If anyone is leaving, it’s you.”
“Well then, we have a problem. Because as of right now, I’m living here.”
“Not with me, you’re not.”
“Exactly.”
He waved his arm to encompass the whole apartment, and the whole mess he had scattered across it. “Possession is nine-tenths of the law.”
“The only possession I see here is your mess. Everything I own that’s not in storage is now in the living room, so, in that respect, as in others too numerous to count, you come up…” She looked him up and down with a critical eye. “…decidedly short.” - © Robin Kaye, Sourcebooks Casablanca, 2010
So if you were training your own yummy Domestic God, what would be the first thing you put on his honey-do list?
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Robin Kaye is a professional writer and winner of the Romance Writers of America Golden Heart award for her first novel, Romeo, Romeo. Her romantic comedies feature sexy, nurturing heroes and feisty, independent heroines. She lives with her husband and three children in Mt. Airy, Maryland and is working on the fourth book featuring yet another Domestic God! For more information, please visit http://www.robinkayewrites.com/
