Gina’s grandfather was a French chef
whose life was cut short by a robber’s bullet. The only lasting legacy
he could leave his family was his passion and talent for cooking.
Growing
up poor but with a mother who is a gifted cook. Gina learns cooking a
great meal is an act of love. An art that sustains and enhances life.
A
world of new challenges, new friends, and new loves opens up for her
when she’s chosen to cook for a Michelin-starred restaurant.
But danger lurks where one never expects it.
Can her passion for cooking help Gina survive and thrive in this world of privilege, pleasure and menace?
Evy
Journey, writer, wannabe artist, and flâneuse (feminine of flâneur),
wishes she lives in Paris where people have perfected the art of aimless
roaming. Armed with a Ph.D., she used to research and help develop
mental health programs.
She's
a writer because beautiful prose seduces her and existential angst
continues to plague her despite such preoccupations having gone out of
fashion. She takes occasional refuge by invoking the spirit of Jane
Austen to spin tales of love, loss, and finding one’s way—stories into
which she weaves mystery or intrigue.
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Character
Casting
Gina/Regine
Lambert—23, mixed blood from her mother (half Chinese’ half French) dark lush
hair, creamy skin, large blue eyes, a generous mouth, and—her Mom says—a
straight noble nose like Gwyneth Paltrow’s. A 5’7” body with curves in the
right places. You wouldn’t call her voluptuous, though. She’s a cook at a haute
cuisine restaurant and comes from a working class neighborhood, a little naïve
but hopeful and quick to learn.
Brent
Hansen— a tall man of about thirty, dark brown hair, gray and piercing but
melancholic eyes, fills his jeans and jacket with palpable strength. He’s a
homicide detective, has a law degree from a prestigious university, and a
passion for truth and justice which he doesn’t want to complicate with a
committed relationship.
Leon
Barrett—29, a pair of very blue eyes on a well-tanned face crowned by bronze,
wavy hair, tall, filthy rich, family of old money, polished, fussed over look.
A playboy who enjoys the chase and has a need to win but never commits. Devoted
to preserving his Barrett legacy, he works as his father’s right hand man.
Mrs.
Lambert—Gina’s mother, oldest daughter of a Chinese mother and a French chef
who was murdered in his artisanale delicatessen. Worked at fast food
restaurants to help support her mother and sisters before she could finish high
school. A great cook who taught Gina cooking is an act of love.
Marcia—Gina’s
best friend, easy-going pastry chef in her early 30s, a little overweight.
Frank, experienced, and smart.
Cristi—Gina’s
childhood friend, red-brown hair and dark eyes, expertly accentuated, curvy.
Shy and unsure of herself.
Laure—French
woman in her thirties, chef de cuisine and owner of the restaurant Gina works
for.
Sabine—Gina’s
younger sister to whom she feels close
Mr.
Lambert—Gina’s father, emotionally distant from his family
Maurice,
Gerard and Bernie—Gina’s brothers
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Excerpt 2:
At this restaurant, the
second one I’ve worked for, the clientele comes from the moneyed class.
Privileged with money to spare. Money to put aside for a full-course dinner
costing hundreds for two people. And that’s without the wine. I could never
dine here unless I gave up my apartment, banked all my earnings, and slept in
my car or a homeless shelter for a whole week.
Our regular customers are
often fifty years or older and established, and come twice, sometimes thrice a
year for special occasions. Dining here twice a month? The guy at Table 29 must
be worth diamonds to the restaurant.
I get shivers in my spine
entering the dining room. I’ve only been in it when it’s empty, quiet, and
bright from lights and white tablecloths. This evening, the lighting is subdued
and—yes—romantic, warmed by candles and small vases of bright yellow
chrysanthemums on tables. Nonintrusive, soft music plays against the hum of
voices from every table.
Table 29 usually sits
four, but tonight it holds only two people. I’m surprised to see that they’re
quite young. Maybe about my age or a little older. And attractive. Now I’m even
more curious. And intrigued. Mature and rich or nearly rich, I’ve seen a lot
of. But filthy rich and young? Well, I must at least sneak a peek at what this
priceless diamond looks like.
For now, though, I’m a
willing peon, as grateful as strawberry blond is when I started learning the
ropes in this exclusive eatery. So, I focus on the course I’m serving Table 29.
How I perform at this restaurant decides whether my career goes haute cuisine
or a la Burger King. But that last choice is really no choice at all. I’ll work
my butt off to make sure it stays that way. It’s my future, after all, that I’m
slaving for.
I recite to myself the script
we’ve been trained to deliver. The script is quite simple, but this is my first
foray into a dining room full of privileged clients. And hives are sprouting on
my arms just thinking that I’m serving my creation to the restaurant’s most
valued client. If this guy doesn’t like my dish and blabbers to Laure about it,
I can kiss my future in haute cuisine goodbye. Laure is well-loved and
well-known, and a word from her can make or break culinary dreams.
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I quickly glance, first at
his date then at him, vaguely taking in how they look. I take a deep breath,
smile at neither one in particular and say, “Medallions of raw ahi, wasabi
hollandaise, on a bed of diced cucumbers, vernissage cherry tomatoes, and
capers, finished with a sprinkle of toasted nori. Bon appetit!”
Distractedly, my fixed
smile still on, I wonder if “filthy rich” Table 29 guy holds my cooking future
in his manicured hands—or, more likely, on his pampered taste buds. I take a
couple of steps back, so they can start eating. Maybe I can catch a glimpse of
whether he likes my dish or not before I go back to the kitchen. I’m also
waiting for that “buzz” I’ve been made to expect. Nothing yet. Anything to say
about my creation? Maybe that’s what it takes.
But I’m new in this game
and still a coward, so I chicken out as he picks up his fork. I control the
urge in my legs to run backward to the kitchen. Be at your best, Gina. Be cool.
But my ego will be in tatters if Mr. Filthy Rich doesn’t like the dish.
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Author Christie Logan
Christie Logan writes sweet romance straight from the heart. She lives in upstate New York with too many pets, too many dust bunnies lurking under the bed, and too many plot bunnies bouncing around in her head. She thinks everyone deserves a happy ending and in her books, they get one.
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