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    Texan for the Taking
    Texan for the Taking
    Texan for the Taking
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    Texan for the Taking

    By Katherine Garbera

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    Who turned up the heat?

    Classically-trained chef Delilah Corbyn walked away from the cutthroat celebrity kitchen world to return to her hometown of Last Stand, Texas. Delilah’s excited to open her own restaurant where she can finally make decisions without being scrutinized by the media. She thinks she’s living her dream until the new “it” chef saunters into town with a wink and a challenge. Delilah can handle heat in the kitchen, but he stirs up passions she’d long ago buried.

    Jock Rossi has come a long way in the culinary world for someone who isn’t formally trained. Now he’s a rising chef with fame and money finally within his grasp. Determined to attract investors, he launches his latest restaurant in Last Stand. But when he meets his local competition, Jock's plans skew off course. Delilah’s not only as talented as she is beautiful, she’s impossible to fool. Or forget.

    Can Jock win her heart with his secret recipe or are they only destined to battle it out in the kitchen?
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTule Publishing
    Release dateJan 21, 2021
    ISBN9781953647337
    Texan for the Taking
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    Katherine Garbera

    Katherine Garbera is a USA TODAY bestselling author of more than 100 novels, which have been translated into over two dozen languages and sold millions of copies worldwide. She is the mother of two incredibly creative and snarky grown children. Katherine enjoys drinking champagne, reading, walking and travelling with her husband. She lives in Kent, UK, where she is working on her next novel. Visit her on the web at www.katherinegarbera.com.

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      Texan for the Taking - Katherine Garbera

      Chapter One

      Delilah Corbyn was in a pissy mood. No two ways about it. She’d taken the DragStar out for a ride to get out of her head a little bit but then the food television production van was still parked in front of the old mill building behind Outlaw Tequila. She didn’t want to know why they were in town. She’d left the world of celebrity cooking behind when she’d returned home.

      To a small town in Texas.

      It wasn’t like Last Stand was the gastronomy hub of the southwest. Not dissing her farm-to-table restaurant the Dragonfly or the other fabulous food joints in town. Just saying they were a bit off the culinary superstardom path.

      So why exactly was the star of the super popular Perfect Bite opening a restaurant here? She had heard of Giacomo Rossi, or Jock as he invited his viewers to call him. She’d even watched his show one time with her mom and sisters.

      She could see why he was so good on TV. He had that fake Hollywood smile that was all perfect white teeth and charisma. Which she didn’t care about. What bothered her was that he’d come to her town.

      Last Stand where she’d found peace and happiness in the kitchen and shoved the competitive part of herself down. She’d been just doing her thing and now…

      She was already in a bad mood because she was fighting with her sister Emma who had moved out of their shared house and into the big-ass mansion that Red Aldean had built for her and his daughter, Molly. Mainly, Delilah knew she’d picked the fight because she was sad her sister was leaving and she would miss Emma.

      So maybe this Gastro Eats TV van and Jock Rossi, the celebrity chef and producer, would be a nice distraction from her own loneliness. Or at least give her the fight she was looking for. She admitted that it had been too long since she’d had anyone really stand up to her in the kitchen or in her personal life.

      She got off her bike, put the helmet on the seat and walked over to the building. The front door was open, and the sounds of construction were loud as she entered. She spotted a group of four people standing off to the side. It wasn’t hard to spot Rossi. A tall man with thick dark brown hair, who stood ramrod straight and led the conversation, he had a lean frame that he showed off in a skintight T-shirt and a pair of equally form-fitting black jeans. He had a tattoo on one forearm of a chef’s knife and on his bicep when he reached to gesture to something, she saw he also had a rose.

      The producer was easy to identify as well. A shorter man, but let’s face it anyone was going to look short next to the chef. He had dark hair that was neatly styled and wore a golf shirt and khaki pants. He had an assistant behind, a woman in her early twenties with dark curly hair who kept frantically writing with a stylus on her tablet. There was another person she couldn’t place with similar features to the chef, and he kept interrupting.

      Which sort of made her want to laugh.

      She walked over. She’d be cool, introduce herself and then point out why they should hit the road.

      Hello.

      What are you doing in here? Are you the sous? the chef asked. You’re a day late.

      I’m not the sous, she said. Sous meant sous chef or second in command in the kitchen. Odd that he didn’t know his own sous. I’m Delilah Corbyn, chef/owner of the Dragonfly. Thought I’d stop in and introduce myself.

      Great. I’m Jock Rossi, nice to meet you. This is Dan Oleander from the Gastro Eats channel, Amy Jones—P.A. extraordinaire, and my brother, Nico.

      Delilah gave a group wave. Nice to meet everyone. So, what’s your restaurant going to be? I’m not sure that many Texans are going to be satisfied with just one bite.

      Nico chuckled and punched his brother in the arm. She’s got you there, bro.

      "Jock’s restaurant venture is going to be an extension of Perfect Bite, Dan said. Are you a fan of the show?"

      She rolled her eyes. This. This right here was why she didn’t want a celebrity chef in Last Stand. Ego and arrogance, she could deal with—she had bucketloads of them herself—but the need to stand in the spotlight…uh, no thanks.

      Uh, no, she said. My dad told me someone had bought the mill and was putting a restaurant in, but he didn’t go into all the details.

      Jock smiled before turning to Dan. This is why I wanted to be here, Dan. This is a small town, yes, but the people here have some respect for privacy.

      He was in for a shock there. They might not gossip to his face, but she knew for damn sure that everyone was going to be talking about the Rossi brothers and to a larger extent the Rossi family. Her father had also let slip that they’d purchased the Rancho Del Rey, which had been for sale for the last five years in Whiskey River. It seemed not only the famous TV chef, but his entire family was moving to Texas.

      I feel it’s only fair to warn you that this town is a hotbed of gossip.

      I’ll consider myself duly warned, Delilah—is it okay to call you that?

      Yes, that’s fine, Jock. So, what’s the dream here?

      Bring good-tasting food to the masses, he said.

      She shook her head. Golly gee. Thanks for coming from the Big City to show us how it’s done.

      He just smiled and winked at her. No problem.

      I don’t watch much TV, she said. I’m sure a bunch of people in town will know you though. What do you cook?

      What don’t I cook? Jock said as he came closer to her. I’m sort of known for being able to make anything edible.

      Of course he was. As he got closer to her, she saw that his eyes were light green, prettier than she’d expected, and that he had a scar on his left temple. He held his hand out to her and she reached to shake and felt an electric tingle go up her arm at his touch. He was hot, arrogant—some would say confident—but she’d spent too much time around chefs, and there was a something about him…

      What about you? he asked.

      Good old Southern Texas dishes, she said. Stop by sometime and check out my restaurant.

      Oh, I will. We’re going to be looking for a chef or two to challenge me. Are you interested? he asked.

      She shook her head. She’d seen the television van, so she’d known that he wasn’t just opening a restaurant. Chefs on his trajectory never did anything unless it added more shine to their star. No, I’m not really into that.

      Into what exactly? Cooking against another chef?

      No. Doing it on TV for ratings. I’m into cooking good food for real people.

      I do that, he said.

      Dang, Jock, she’s got you, Nico said. I like you.

      She wasn’t sure what she felt exactly for any of these people but suddenly she wasn’t in a pissy mood anymore. She felt excited about getting back in her kitchen. She was going to pull out all the stops and make sure Mr. Celebrity-Chef-Jock-Rossi knew whose town he was in.

      * *

      Delilah Corbyn was one hot-looking chick. He knew it wasn’t PC to call a woman that anymore, so he kept that to himself. He wished he’d met her when his brother was anywhere else because Nico was being his usual charming pain-in-the-ass self. Dan was looking at her like he recognized her name, which to be fair, he probably did. She cooked some innovative farm-to-table dishes that were quickly gaining her a reputation in this area of Texas.

      He was curious about her food and had tried to book a table for himself and his brother for lunch. But the woman was as intriguing as her food. He wanted to know more about her. But if he gave the slightest sign of being interested…Nico would do what he always did: start being interested too.

      I think there is more to my dishes than TV ratings, he said. I’m willing to put my money where my mouth is and cook you dinner.

      Cook me dinner? Here? she asked. Looking around the gutted building.

      At my place, he said. I’ve rented a house on Hickory. Nico is staying with me, so it won’t be just you and me.

      Yeah, I’ll be there, Nico said. Jock’s not too bad in the kitchen.

      Nico was really getting on his last nerve, but he was pretty sure if he punched his brother, he wasn’t going to make a good impression.

      Okay. Then after you cook, I’ll make dinner and, Nico…will you be impartial?

      No. I’m definitely swayed against my bigger bother, Nico said.

      How about if I invite someone too? That way we can have two judges, Delilah said. A sort of friendly cook-off to see who is the best?

      Sure, he said. He’d won against the top chefs in the country on Perfect Bite for more than twenty episodes, so he liked his chances. Sounds good. Let me know when you’re available.

      I can possibly come to dinner on Monday evening, she said. If you need the name of a good commercial kitchen supplier in the area, let me know. Good luck with this.

      She turned to walk away, her long blond hair swinging around her shoulders as she did so.

      Don’t you need the address?

      Nope. I know the rental house on Hickory. You’re across the street from some of my extended family. What time?

      Six, he said.

      See you then. I’ll bring wine and dessert.

      And your friend, Nico reminded her.

      She nodded and then walked out of the building and Jock realized he wasn’t the only one watching her go. They heard the sound of an engine revving and then a motorcycle sped away. God. What a woman, he thought. If he wasn’t so focused on trying to get this location opened so he could find out if his popularity and dishes would translate into a money-making dining experience for customers, he might go after her. But he’d never been good at balance, so he just watched her leave.

      His family was famous for their international shipping company but that had never interested Jock. His pops had often joked that Jock had been born contrary. And honestly, Jock couldn’t argue that. He had always wanted to make his own.

      He’d fallen into cooking by accident. On a lark had invested in a dying restaurant in New Orleans. He’d loved owning the place, but running front of house didn’t appeal to him as much as working in the kitchen. He’d learned his skills from old masters in New Orleans and added that to the things he’d learned from watching and cooking with his Cajun mom and Italian nonna at home.

      Then, as Nico liked to say, Jock’s luck held and he got invited to participate on Perfect Bite. He became the reigning champ and after one year they made him the permanent chef on the show and others challenged him. He’d been doing that gig for five years now and was starting to get restless to open his own restaurant again.

      But the spotlight was big, and a lot had changed in the industry since he’d had his last restaurant. So when his parents had mentioned they were buying Rancho Del Rey in Whiskey River, Texas, Jock had decided to see if there was a spot for him to open a restaurant nearby and had ended up here in Last Stand.

      He had some interest from a restaurant developer in Las Vegas, but Jock had been reluctant to make his venture on such a big stage. If he failed there, he’d have a hard time climbing back up to the top.

      But here in Last Stand he could have a softer open, experiment and tweak before he was judged. Or so he hoped.

      Wow. I really like her, Nico said.

      Yeah? he asked. Was Nico going to make a play for her? Jock told himself he had no claim on the feisty blond chef but he couldn’t deny he wanted to.

      Yeah. Most women fawn all over you… It’s embarrassing, really, Nico said with a wink.

      Jealous?

      As if. Just saying it’s nice to see someone who isn’t awed by your celebrity.

      It was. Not that he’d admit it to Nico. I like it.

      I know you do, Nico said.

      Enough of this. He was here to start a restaurant. Let’s get back to figuring this out. I want to get this finalized so we can make our July 1 opening date, Jock said. Since it was mid-April, no one thought that would be a problem. He had his own construction crew ready to come in and do the work.

      Dan was here to help him make sure that the kitchen was not only functional but also suitable for filming. The rest of the afternoon sped by and when Dan and Amy left to go back to Austin, he and Nico headed over to the saloon.

      It was everything that Jock was hoping for in this historic Texas town. The bartender was friendly, there was a pool table in the back and the place wasn’t too busy but considering it was a Wednesday night that made sense.

      Still think I’m out of my mind? Jock asked Nico as they sat down to a plate of nachos and two Lone Star beers.

      Yes. But I like this town. It has charm and the people are friendly.

      Yeah, he said. The people were friendly but of course one person stood out in his mind and she hadn’t been all that charming. But she’d left an impression just the same. Delilah Corbyn.

      Are you thinking about her?

      No, he said. Nico was only eighteen months younger than he was and sometimes that closeness in age was a blessing but right now, it wasn’t. Nico was the only one of their siblings who didn’t treat him like the wise older brother.

      That means yes, Nico said, tipping his bottle to his mouth and taking a long swallow. She’s cute. And she cooks. Sounds like just what you need.

      For eff’s sake, you sound like Mom. I don’t need a woman. She’s intriguing and you know how hard it is to even get a reservation at her restaurant so she’s a good cook. I’m curious about her. That’s it.

      He took a swallow of his own beer, not looking at his brother to see if he bought the lie he’d just told. The truth was there was a lot about Delilah Corbyn that he liked. But he didn’t have the time or the energy for her so he was

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