by Falls, K. C.
About Torri D. Cooke
I’ve been around the world seven times. I’ve eaten in some of the finest restaurants on the planet and some of the humblest as well. I’ve cooked for diplomats and princes as a private chef. I’ve slaved in a bitch-run deli in a strip mall and toiled as a cheesemonger in a gourmet grocery store. I’ve taught ethnic cuisine to bored, rich American housewives in Saudi Arabia and American comfort food cooking to Filipina housemaids in Singapore. I’ve served as the herb garden specialist for a renowned botanical garden. I’ve peeked inside the lives of the very rich as a personal chef. I’ve sweated on the line of fine white-tablecloth establishments in South Florida’s toniest districts. I know my way around the culinary world.
I've always felt that people who regularly work with fire and knives are sexy and a little dangerous. By its nature, cooking takes the ordinary and elevates it into something that is at best sublime and at worst, at least sustenance. Like sex, food is one of our basic instincts. We need food to survive as individuals and sex to survive as a species.
And, like food, sex can become the physical equivalent of shoving a McBoring burger into your face day after day. There is a place for McBoring burgers and I'm not saying they should be outlawed. By the same token, in the right time and space, sex can be of the less than earth-moving variety and still serve its purpose.
But not here. Not with me. I'm here to bring you the polar opposite of McBoring (burgers or sex).
Our books are romances about culinarians--the grand and the humble--in exotic locations with a no-holds-barred erotic punch. I've decided to bring my considerable food experience into erotic romance by including recipes published both with the books and extras ones here, on my blog. All the recipes are as original as it is possible to be and are mentioned or prepared in the books. I say as original as can be because, unless you are el Bulli or one of his disciples, there's nothing really new under the sun when it comes to food. Hell, when you think about it, people have been pretty much fucking the same way since time began as well.
But what I'm saying is that the recipes are mine, I made 'em and I wrote 'em.
The characters in our books cook the way they make love--sensually, passionately, adventurously, and with devotion to the task. If you are looking for "five easy dinners from one pot" don't look here. If you want your lovers to play with bits "down there" and the curtain to draw before they even get naked--not here either.
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The Condom Conundrum
We are aware that the issue of condoms in erotica is contentious. We claim our license as fiction writers to conjure up raw and unfettered sex. If you, dear reader, cannot bear the thought of our handsome hero and our lovely heroine going at it Trojan-less, feel free to add the following at the appropriate point in any of our sex scenes:
“He opened the Magnum wrapper with his teeth and sheathed himself with one hand, never missing a beat in pleasuring her. She shivered in anticipation at the crackle of the cellophane as she realized the moment of completion was upon her."
