Passion in Panama — K.C. Falls

An erotic romance for food lovers.
***Cook, Screw, Read***

She was happy until he reappeared. She'd forged a life, a business and her own kind of family in a fractured fairy tale kind of land.

He was miserable until he found her. And devastated when he did. All those years looking and now he had to slink back out of her life with his tail between his legs.

Nine lonely years can change a person. Yet, some things never change.

Passion in Panama will take you to faraway places and feed your appetite for good steamy romance. It won't change the world. But it might make you a better cook.

Contains "recipes for romance"--a short collection of scrumptious dishes featured in the book. Because satisfying the appetites is what Carnal Cuisine erotic romance is all about. Cook up something spectacular for those moments (before or after) that you just have to come up for air!

Content warning:  For adult readers only due to mature content. Bring a fan.
Recipe warning: Tempting concoctions are not for those on a celery and water diet. Read at your waistline's risk!

K.C. Falls writes New Adult romances packed with action, danger and characters who will steal your heart. Her series, Year of the Billionaire is available now on Amazon.  Just released: Sea of Destiny series--Hooked, Wrecked and Rescued.

K.C.'s erotic tales of carnal cuisine is based on the lives and adventures of culinary professionals. The author finds people who work with fire and knives sexy and a little dangerous. Carnal Cusine novels were previously published under the pen name Torri D. Cooke.

Excerpt:

"Juan, are you familiar with the expression 'dumb as a box of rocks'?"

"No, señora Bernie, I am not." The dark little man pulled his head even further into his turtle-like torso.

Kurt sat with his back to her--just another tall, blond gringo sipping his morning coffee to take away the misty chill of the mountains. He held his newspaper close to his face and the grin he couldn't stop. He could hear every word exchanged. She sounded just like he remembered her--all sass and spice.

"Well, you were educated abroad. So tell me...What would be the I.Q. of a rock?"

"Doña, the rock has no intelligence. So it would be nought."

"Your British schooling is showing, but that's correct. A rock has zero intelligence. So, when I say that your cousin Analis is as 'dumb as a box of rocks' you now know what I mean!"

"Jefa, this is the fourth cousin you don't like. I am running out of cousins."

"Don't bullshit me, Juan. You have an endless supply of cousins. All I need is someone who can follow simple directions. This is cooking, Juan. We're not building the Panama Canal here. I want a girl or even a guy--if your asshole-macho-culture would permit--who can follow a few stinking directions. Why is this so hard?"

"Jefa..."

"Stop with the Jefa, the Doña and all the rest. You can grovel 'til the cows come home and it won't change the fact that this is the fourth monkey you've served up who cannot carry out something that my kid could do while plugged into his video games, eating a sandwich and scratching his balls all at the same time. Dios mio, Juan. Are you the only one in your vast family who inherited any brains at all?"

Kurt wondered if he had heard right. Did she say my kid? A son?

"Perhaps my cousin Yaritza..."

"Mother of God, Juan. Another weird name I won't be able to remember until it's time to fire her. Look, Juan, I know it isn't your fault." Kurt heard the familiar vinegar to honey switch in her voice--a tactic that was always effective. "I need your help. Without you I can't possibly run this business. These girls look at me like I just stepped off of a spaceship. I know they can understand my Spanish, so what is it?"

"Chef Bernie, it's hard for my people to change."

"Caramelized pineapple is change? It's a just a damn recipe, Juan, not a lifestyle." Kurt stifled another chuckle .