Recipe for Love re-released today!

Jack's life is already on a downward spiral when his teenage daughter Rache shows up on his doorstep, and she’s pregnant. When he takes her to confront Billy, the boy who knocked her up on her last visit, he discovers the boy's uncle, Dan, who is not just a fine baker, but a real stud.

Much to Jack's surprise, it looks like Billy is going to step up and assume his responsibilities with Rache. And for Jack, now that he's met Daniel, could it be that the rest of his life is also looking up? Of course there's the small matter of Daniel not knowing that Jack is actually gay...

Amber Allure has re-released this book and you can find it here.



“I have to ask you, man, what’s your position on kissing?”

“I have to have a position? I can’t just lay one on you?” He didn’t want to talk about it—he wanted to do it.

“That’s position enough.” Jack stepped forward and brought their lips together. Oh, fuck. He hadn’t realized it, but he’d been waiting for this kiss since he’d first met Jack.

The man’s lips were warm, soft, and when he opened his own mouth, Jack’s tongue slipped in. The kiss was deep, slow, not pushy, but intense. He just kept opening up, letting Jack in as deep as he wanted. He tasted of brandy and beer and pecans.

Jack stepped closer, brought their bodies together. Dan groaned, looping his arms around Jack’s neck. Oh. Oh, wow.

One hand cupped the back of his head and Jack’s tongue fucked his lips, sweet and hot, all at once. His cock started aching, wanting to push into those lips. He threaded the fingers of one hand through Jack’s hair and sucked on his tongue. Fuck, he’d never gotten so hot so fast for a man.

He pushed himself against Jack, just barely restraining himself from humping the man’s thigh.

“Yeah…” Jack’s forehead rested against his. “Damn.”

“What’s your position on getting horizontal?”

“I have the bed set up. It’s not made.”

“We would just rip the covers off it if it was made, right?”

“Fuck yes.” God, that grin went straight to his balls.

“Show me the way.” Though he imagined, given how small the place was, he’d be able to find it on his own.

Jack took his hand and led him through the maze of boxes. The long fingers squeezed his, felt good, right, and then they were there, in Jack’s bedroom. With the bed, and it looked good. Jack kicked off his shoes, then reached out and pulled Dan close.

Dan went, hands sliding around to grab Jack’s head and tilt it so their kisses could go deeper. A low moan escaped him as Jack’s tongue pushed into his mouth. Their tongues slipped and slid, Jack exploring him, then giving him a chance to play.

He licked his way into Jack’s mouth in return, tasting that lovely blend of flavors there, searching through them to find the taste of Jack himself. They sat, him straddling Jack’s thighs as the kiss went on and on.

The man was a great kisser. It made him want to keep doing it. It made him want to do other stuff, too, so he grabbed Jack’s shirt and tugged it up so he could have skin.

Jack was lean and pale, his little nipples a light brown. Dan reached for them. He got a soft chuckle for that, Jack working his belt buckle open in response. He slid his thumbs over the little nubs, even as he sucked in, giving Jack room to work on his jeans.

Jack fumbled some—which made him happy, to be honest. He didn’t want to just be another fuck. At least he didn’t think he did. He ran his hands over Jack’s chest, loving the silky skin, the faint blond hairs tickling his palms. His zipper opened, those fingers measuring the length of his cock through his briefs, and he groaned and pushed forward with his hips, encouraging a stronger touch.