Delicious Deception

Release date: August 3, 2015
Delicious DeceptionEmily Kate Boudreaux runs a restaurant located on a bayou in Texas, because it’s what her family expects of her. She’d rather pursue her living as an artist. Then sexy chef Connor Rikeland walks into her life and turns it upside down. Soon, Emily Kate’s restaurant is a roaring success, she has time to paint to her heart’s content, there’s a hunky guy warming her bed, and she’s having visions of happily ever after.

Connor Rikeland is used to women throwing themselves at him, and he’s been known to use relationships as a bargaining chip in his climb up the ladder. He wants a culinary career in the spotlight—and Cajun cooking isn’t his ticket to fame even if Emily Kate is unlike anyone he’s ever met.

Not to mention Connor has a few secrets that have put him on the wrong side of her brother’s FBI case. When the pieces of just why Connor is hanging out in a backwoods town begin to surface, Emily Kate must decide what’s real, what’s a lie, and what’s worth risking her heart over. Because deception or not, life with Connor is delicious.

BUY NOWby Tami Lund

Romantic Suspense
Sensuality Level: Sensual

Author Bio:
Tami loves to live, laugh, and love, and does her best to ensure the characters in her novels do the same. After they’ve overcome a few seemingly insurmountable obstacles first, of course. Find Tami Lund at, on Facebook, and on Twitter @TamiLundAuthor.


An excerpt from Delicious Deception:

Connor forced himself not to panic as he made his way through the crowded Lucky Belle Casino, twisting his body to slide between two elderly ladies who were discussing which machine was more likely to have a bigger payout.

They’re all rigged, ladies. You came to the wrong place if you’re thinking to grow your kids’ inheritance.

He didn’t say this out loud, of course. Instead, he offered a tense, fleeting smile and continued toward the exit. He needed to get the hell out of this place—fast.

And inconspicuously, he reminded himself as he sucked in a breath through his nose and focused on slowly putting one foot in front of the other. He glanced at the ceiling, noting the dark bubbles sticking out every few feet. He knew they contained cameras that could see every damn inch of this place. If that weren’t enough, a few dozen big, burly men dressed in suits were standing around, presumably keeping the peace. And another dozen got to dress in Bermuda shorts and sandals with black socks so they blended with the players.

Connor Rikeland knew far too much about the inner workings of this place. It was time to cut his losses and part ways.

He turned his head away from the view of Big Brother and slammed into another body. The guy was about six inches shorter than Connor, with mousy-brown hair and a weasel-like face. On impact, he wrapped his arms around Connor’s waist, as if giving him a hug.

“Shit, I’m sorry, man.” The guy released him and backed away, raising one hand as if in surrender.

“Yeah, no problem,” Connor replied, his gaze already focused on the door less than 50 feet away. Fifty feet to freedom. “My fault. Good luck in there.” He stepped around the man and continued toward the exit.

It wasn’t until he was in the cab of the truck he’d rented for the weekend that he realized the collision hadn’t been an accident at all.

“Son of a bitch, that guy stole my wallet!”

He banged on the steering wheel, his frustration level at an all-time high. Ten years as a sous-chef in the kitchen of one of Detroit’s top restaurants had certainly provided plenty of irritations in his life, and even that didn’t compare to what he felt at that moment.

Of course, it was that same restaurant that had gotten him into this predicament, but who was he to split hairs? Not now, at any rate.

“How the hell am I supposed to get home?” he asked out loud, even though he was alone in the truck. He glanced at the side mirror and noticed two suits walking through the parking garage, heading his way. He recognized both of them. He’d been made.

“Time to hightail it out of Dodge.” Connor cranked the engine and tore out of the garage.