Tall Order E-Book

Irene Preston

• Herausgeber: Irene Preston
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Beschreibung

Chef Dylan Trevino screwed up bad, and he knows it. When he left Texas, his job, and his boyfriend behind, Dylan was confident Aston would follow him to New York. Now he’s back home and working for the worst caterer in Austin just to pay the rent. Being head chef at a party thrown by a famous rocker doesn’t make up for serving bland tacos while dressed like a dime-store cowboy. Thank god his ex can’t see him now.Aston Winkler’s steampunk guitar mods are all the rage with musicians and he’s got invites to every hot party in town. Too bad he’d rather be listening to garage bands than networking in a penthouse. From his 6’7” vantage point, Aston has no problem spotting Dylan at the crowded SXSW party. Getting his boyfriend back? That’s a tall order.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, businesses and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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ISBN: 978-0-9968099-1-7

Chapter One

Win’s here.

Dylan forced air into constricted lungs.

At 6’7” tall, Aston Winkler was impossible to miss even in a penthouse crowded with SXSW partiers. When Dylan rounded the corner, the sight of the familiar face towering above the rest of the crowd knocked the wind slap out of him.

He stopped dead, ignoring the other caterers moving around him. Not here. Not now. He wasn’t ready to face Win yet. But Dylan couldn’t move for a full minute. He just stood there, risking exposure, his gaze locked on Win as though he was the only person in the room.

Eleven months, two weeks, and three days since he’d last seen the man he loved. He refused to call it a year.

Dylan pulled himself together and retreated to the kitchen. He couldn’t let Win see him in these clothes.

He glanced down at his blue Roy Rogers-style shirt and brown polyester pants. He looked like something out of a bad fifties western. He was a walking joke. Fitting, because Joe Bob’s Texas Catering Company was a joke to everyone in the Austin culinary world. A year ago, if anyone had told him he would ever touch food prepared by Joe Bob’s he would have laughed his ass off. Now here he was, Joe Bob’s new pet chef, hired on for the SXSW music festival to trot out in front of V.I.P. clients.

What difference Dylan’s culinary skills made, he didn’t know. Joe Bob’s catered to the convention crowd because no real Texan would hire them. The company churned out bland, assembly line food that the owner, Felix Minger, hawked as “real Texas barbeque” and “authentic Tex-Mex” to moon-faced Yankees who didn’t know pico de gallo from picante sauce much less a jalapeño from a guajillo.