Seared: A Facile Restaurant Short Story

By Jacey Conrad and Gia Corona

Seared is the first of ten erotic romance short stories by Jacey Conrad and Gia Corona. The series focuses on the love lives of members of the Facile restaurant staff, each story centering around a different couple.

Remy Billodeaux is the king of his kitchen, master of all he surveys. He is accustomed to praise and accolades, to female patrons lining up to be his “flavor of the evening.” He was not accustomed to celebrity chefs, food critics and wannabe chefs intruding on his kingdom. And Sabine Devereaux is just the cherry on the sundae of a bad night. She can’t be intimidated. She can’t be outsmarted or outcooked. And she’s not falling for his usual flirty tricks.

Sabine is thrilled for the chance to shadow chef Remy, but she’s not pleased that her father used his position as an investor in Facile to arrange this favor for her. Remy pushes her to the limits of her skill and patience, but there’s no denying the heat they generate in the kitchen together. Will she resist Remy’s skills or throw herself from the fire and into the frying pan?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jeanette Battista
• Release date: Dec 15, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310240003

Jacey Conrad

Jacey Conrad is a sushi-loving, pop culture nerd living in semi-rural Kentucky with her high school sweetheart husband and two impressionable children. She delights in horribly made mutant shark movies and watching Sean Bean die in his various cinematic incarnations.

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SEARED

A Facile Restaurant Short Story

Jacey Conrad and Gia Corona

Copyright © 2014 Jacey Conrad & Gia Corona

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Seared

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Seared: A Facile Restaurant Short Story

Remy Billodeaux sat in the general manager’s office, ensconced behind the giant damn desk that he’d dubbed the Cockpit. It was just another way he tried to bust his business partner Xavier Blackwell’s balls, but the man appeared to be unflappable. Still, Remy bet that the top of his general manager’s desk had seen more action than any other flat surface in the entire restaurant. Whether Xavier wanted to admit it or not, he drew women to him like a magnet drew metal. What he did about that though wasn’t any of Remy’s business.

He sat in the plush leather chair behind the enormous monstrosity of a desk, reading the latest article on his baby, his restaurant Facile. They’d only been open for about six months, but the raves kept coming in, thanks in large part to EJ Lasher, their PR guru. Bon Apetit, Southern Living, Food and Wine, the Times Picayune, various blogs, and local rags all had done write ups on his restaurant. The place had been booked solid since they’d opened, and the reservations showed no sign of letting up.

He scanned the article, looking for gems that he, his other co-owners, and EJ could use in their next bit of advertising.

The three B’s--Billodeaux, Blake, and Blackwell--of Urbane Flavor have created a unique dining experience in a city filled with legendary restaurants. A standout location, décor to die for, and food that manages to straddle the line of being comforting and inventive all make Facile a not-to-be-missed stop that does the French Quarter proud…

It went on like that for a few more paragraphs, capped with a photo of him, Xavier, and Damon standing at the polished onyx bar of Facile. Remy took a moment to peer closely at the picture—he was wearing a black chef’s coat embroidered with the Urbane Flavor logo, and his dark wavy hair was a fucking mess; why hadn’t Blake made him comb that shit?—to note how the bar area photographed.

Glass shelves, antiqued bronzed fixtures, and the huge stone bar were warmed by the red wood floor, beadboard paneling, and furniture. In the bar area, they’d gone with velvet upholstered love seats and long benches with the flair of turn of the century lines tempered with a modern edge. It looked good in the photograph; not so feminine as to frighten away the lads who wanted a steak dinner, but not so ‘boy’s club’ that it put the ladies off.

Although Remy suspected it