|Little Bite of Magic|
MJ O'Shea, welcome to Romance Lives Forever. Let's talk about your book, A Little Bite of Magic.
Genre: Gay Paranormal Romantic Comedy M/M
Cover artist: Kalen O'Donnell
Length: 30,000 words
Tagline: A food loving witch with a romantic heart and a fussy restaurant critic should be a match made in hell… but perhaps all it takes is a bit of kitchen magic to make sparks fly.
In a family full of powerful witches, Frankie Vallerand is the black sheep. He doesn't care about honing his magic. All he wants is to open up a restaurant and spend his days serving up delicious food. But when he sees a customer crying and wishes for her to be happy, he inadvertently transforms his old wooden soup spoon into a wand, and realizes that maybe a little bit of kitchen magic is just what his customers need.
Addison Allbright is The Phantom Foodie, an anonymous food critic notorious for his scathing reviews. For most people, being paid to eat would be a dream job. Not for
doesn't care for overpriced designer food. He's a tea and toast kind of guy.
Until both the food and the owner of L'Osteria Di Pomodoro sweep him off his
feet and throw his neat, orderly life completely off-kilter.
Frankie isn't sure how to tell Addison he's a witch, or that he charmed
Addison's food the night they first
met, without sounding totally crazy. But little does he know that Addison has secrets too. Not only did he snark Frankie's
restaurant in his last review column, he's also engaged to be married…to a
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What are your main characters' names, ages, and occupations?
Frankie, 25, is a chef...and a witch.
Addison is 33 and a restaurant critic.
I can't. I shouldn't be here. That much was obvious.
really hadn't planned on doing anything. Really. He was just going to talk to the
beautiful man in the wine bar, then go home and fantasize about what could've been.
What could never have been, actually, since he wasn't going to do anything about
it. So why was he here, then, with said beautiful man in a deserted restaurant kitchen
about to do what was definitely something?
Because I want to. More than anything I've ever wanted before.
Frankie was dancing around the kitchen, clearly in his element, taking out ingredients and cookware.
"What are you making?"
He grinned, that sweet flashy smile that made
weak. I want to touch him again. It had been heaven simply holding hands. Who would've
thought his routine day would end in such an amazing way? He had expected to have
a glass of wine and walk himself home. Alone. Instead he was with a gorgeous chef
in an old-restaurant kitchen that should've been creepy but was instead atmospheric
and wonderful. Addison didn't want to wake up from
whatever dream he'd landed in. Telling the truth would result in a short ride back
It's okay. Just for tonight. I don't have to tell him who I am if I never see him again.
Frankie poured cream and cracked eggs into a glass bowl. He made the motions look graceful. Effortless. Even when he whisked it all with a big metal thing that looked like a torture device.
"Are you going to tell me what you're cooking?"
couldn't believe he wanted to know so badly. Even though there was nothing really
happening yet, he smelled magic on the breeze. Wait, there was a breeze? There was.
It was subtle and warm and sweet but didn't seem to have an origin. "Where's
that wind coming from?"
"It's a surprise, nosy, and what wind? The door is closed." Frankie cocked his head to the side and listened.
Addison didn't feel anything.
Frankie put the bowl of cream and eggs over a pot of water that he set to boil. Then he started splitting black stalks that looked like beans over the bowl and scraping out the tiny bits of seeds until they were swirling in the cream before dropping the pods in whole. The vanilla smell was instant and intense. He then added a cascade of sparkling sugar and began to stir with an old wooden spoon.
"I get the vanilla from
and Tahiti. The flavor is gorgeous. It's sexy and
Addison asked. He sat on a stool opposite
Frankie's cooktop. He couldn't stop staring.
"A bit of cornstarch. It helps everything to get nice and thick."
Why does everything he say sound so damn hot?
Frankie kept stirring. He concentrated hard for a moment, eyes closed.
"What are you doing now?"
Addison had never seen
anything like Frankie cooking.
Frankie grinned at him. "Just adding the magic touch. My relatives are…very French. I got some odd customs from my mother's side of the family."
"Rum." Frankie grinned wickedly. "Can you handle it?"
"Needs some caramel, I think," Frankie murmured. He took a jar from the ancient monster of a refrigerator, stirring and murmuring until the golden ribbon of gooey sugar was all gone, dissolved into the swirling creamy white.
"Are you talking to the food?"
Frankie smiled. "I think all chefs do. Here, taste." He took another spoon and dipped it into the warm mixture.
"Good?" Frankie's voice was a rough whisper.
"Here." Another spoonful found its way into
even more intoxicating than the first. He savored the exotic flavor, licked the
sweet warmth off the spoon. Frankie moaned.
Addison asked. He felt even looser than he'd been
at the wine bar, although he knew it was impossible from just that small taste of
rum. His body was heating up and opening, and he wanted to touch.
Frankie sucked the rest of the custard from the spoon. "You," he answered. "Do you have any idea how sexy you are?"
"Can I have more?"
They shared another spoonful, then another, then a third. The haze got thicker in
Addison's head. Frankie slowly drifted his way around the
island, the custard spoon in his hand. He wriggled his way in between Addison's thighs. Then he dipped the spoon again and brought
it to Addison's lips.
I need to kiss him.
"Can I…?" Frankie whispered.
Their lips touched, just barely at first, and
inhaled Frankie's sugar-scented breath. More. He had to taste. Addison's fingers found their way behind Frankie's neck; his
tongue swiped along a lush lower lip. The taste, oh the taste, it crawled down his
spine with sweetly stinging claws of pleasure. Addison
Then Frankie slipped his tongue out and tasted
lips, just like he'd been tasted. The moment was excruciating and perfect, sweet
and a little wild.
"Is this okay?" Frankie asked.
Addison breathed. He barely recognized
his own voice.
"Good, 'cause I need more." Frankie lifted his arm and threaded a long-fingered hand through
Addison's hair. He pulled him close until
their mouths collided in a kiss so intense, Addison
wondered if he'd be able to breathe once it was over. Frankie moaned against his
mouth, or maybe it was Addison who moaned. It didn't matter. The result was pleasure.
Hotter and sweeter than any he'd ever thought possible. He tasted dessert and something
more that he knew had to be Frankie—warm, rich, and sexy as hell. He heard the distant
clang of a spoon on flagstones, but it barely registered. The only thing he was
aware of was the swirling, consuming, gorgeous flavor that bloomed between them,
and the heavy sexual haze that he couldn't surface from. He didn't want to surface
anyway. Ever. Frankie pressed closer. Addison couldn't
drag him close enough.
"I want to keep kissing you all night," Frankie murmured, his voice breathless.
Addison answered. "All night."
And just like he'd always hoped, the rest of the world disappeared.
Tell us about your story's world. What is it like in this period or place?
This story is set in the modern every day world. The only exception is there are witches — and who's to say there really arent? :) Most of the story is set in
but one of our main characters, Frankie, is from so some scenes are set there. The
second book in the series is going to be set exclusively in Louisiana . Louisiana
What inspired you to write this book?
I've always loved to cook (this probably won't be my last foray into the cooking world) but I thought it would be a fun twist to have the chef be a kitchen witch. I've always loved that character on the whole. Who better to tangle with a kitchen witch than a restaurant critic who is dying to get out of his boring life? And there, a story was born?
When you write, what things do you want close at hand? (Coffee, water, chocolate... pictures of gorgeous hunks for inspiration...?)
The less I have near me the better!! I do like to have coffee or tea of course, but I concentrate the best if I don't have much else for my hands to do. Once I'm in a scene it flows quickly, but it's just getting there that's a challenge if I give myself too many other things to look at:)
When you're not writing, what would we find you doing?
Let's see, I'm a music person, so I spend a lot of time working out stress on my piano! I paint murals (all over my house haha) and, I love to dance. I cook and am pretty addicted to cooking shows. I love giada! Hopefully in the future, I'll be traveling more when I'm not writing. I love seeing new places.
Any advice for new authors?
Keep writing! Your first story will most likely have a lot of problems, I know mine did, but the more you write the more natural it will feel.
If you wouldn't say it, don't write it either. Obviously character dialogue doesn't fit in that rule, but read your books aloud. If something sounds awkward, too formal, silly, or just not like you, then get rid of it. You already have your own great voice. Just use it:)
What aspect of your life do you write into your books?
Lots of it! Different things in different books. I put my friends in books all the time (Jeana from The Luckiest is actually my closest friend, not Luka's), I give the characters interests that I have sometimes, and lots of speech mannerisms and jokes come from me without me even meaning to do it.
What other jobs have you held besides writing?
Not too many, actually. Right out of college, I taught middle school reading for a few years. That was actually pretty fun. But then my family opened a commercial painting company and I'm still helping my family run the company when I'm not busy writing. I'll be happy when it's time to let someone else step in there. Payroll isn't one of my best skills:)
If you could time travel what era would be your first stop?
. No doubt! I've been in
love with that era ever since I was a kid. England
Do you believe in luck?
Absolutely! Most luck is aided by hard work, but there's definitely an element of being in the right place at the right time to most success stories:)
What kind of music do you listen to while driving? Same question when writing?
I never listen to music when I write. It's way too distracting. But when I drive or paint etc. I listen to a lot of stuff:) I'm from
so there's the typical alternative stuff. I like about a million bands so I
won't bore anyone. I have a not so secret boyband love affair too. When I was a
kid it was all about the Backstreet Boys, but I've been known to sing some One
Direction at the top of my lungs too:) Seattle
Do you play any musical instruments?
Yep! I've played Piano the longest. Since I was five:) after that, Flute since I was about nine, and I can play clarinet, guitar, bass, and bassoon a little bit each.
Please complete the sentence
I love pizza with black olives and pineapples.
I'm always ready for dancing!!
When I'm alone, I sing really loud. :)
If I had a halo it would be lol. Tarnished. But pink and sparkly as well. :)
If I could fly I'd do it in a heartbeat.
I can never say never because who knows what's going to happen?
With Republica Press (then re-released as Self Published)
Moonlight Becomes You
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One Small Thing
One True Thing
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