Blog Tour (Book Review & Excerpt): How Sweet It Is by Kelly Jamieson



Title: How Sweet It Is
Author: Kelly Jamieson
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: December 30th 2014
Rating: 4 stars


Eccentric interior designer Mirelle Brasseur is tired of relationships with handsome, charming,
fickle men—in other words men just like the father who abandoned her. She’s fun and funky, but
takes her career seriously. She’s not about to let a man derail her dreams or wound her heart
Award winning chef Bradan Hunt is handsome and charming, but he’s always honest with
women about his one date-one night rule. Between his best-selling cookbooks, his TV
appearances, and his restaurant, he’s too busy for a relationship. He saw what a lack of
ambition did to his parents. Bradan wants more. His newest restaurant is going to be the best,
so he hires Mirelle to help him design it.

Soon it isn’t just the food sizzling in the kitchen, in spite of Mirelle’s misgivings, as the attraction
between the chef and the designer heats up. It will take more than one date-one night for them
to overcome their pasts and find a way to cook up a sweet future together.

Michelle's Review

Mirelle Brasseur is an interior designer for many restaurants with lots of eclectic tastes for her own personal style. She’s tired of dating losers, especially those who are somewhat charming, yet stray away from a relationship, just like her father did. Yep, she has daddy issues. Mirelle will even settle for a nice balding guy at this point.

Enter Bradan Hunt, chef and owner of his restaurant Star. He wants to open up a new place, but he wants the designer that opened up his competitors restaurant. Bradan is charming, an awesome chef, best selling cookbooks, has made many guest appearances on TV and most of all he’s HOT! Bradan does not have time for a relationship. He’s trying to prove himself to his parents. He’s a serial dater, but he lets his conquests know, he doesn’t have time for them, he comes off as a douche, but an honest douche.

Well little did Bradan know when he met Mirelle, his little idea of not having a relationship will hit him in the ass. He’s intrigued by her eccentric style and loves all her ideas for his new restaurant. Mirelle is attracted to Bradan, but she will NOT cross the line, especially since she knows he’s a “player”.

What I liked: Mirelle held her ground for a bit with Bradan not letting him charm himself to her, although at times the lack of communication, I wanted to scream at her and him for that matter. Their sexual chemistry was up close and center.

Overall, this was a nice and quick read. The story and plot moved well throughout. I would have wanted a little more angst, but overall a very good read.

– Michelle

*An ARC was provided for an honest review.

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How Sweet It Is
Copyright © 2014 by Kelly Jamieson

Mirelle turned her face up to the pale morning sun, then checked out the produce
arranged on tables. The abundance of colors and shapes and textures was almost
overwhelming. She studied baskets of avocadoes. Who knew there were so many
different kinds? Some had bumpy black skins, others were shiny and green. Another
stand had bins of salad greens—ruffly lettuces, mustard greens, chard with white and
red and bright yellow stems, kales and spinach.
“Oh my.” She let out a sigh of pleasure.
“Look at these berries.” Sofi tugged her arm.
“Albion strawberries.” The stocky dark-haired man behind the table gave them a
friendly smile. “They taste much better than the flavorless red lumps of cardboard at the
supermarket. Try one.” He offered them a small basket. Mirelle picked up a fat red berry
and took a bite.
Her eyes widened as the strawberry nectar filled her mouth. “Oh my god. This is
unbelievable. I have to have some of these.”
“No,” Sofi hissed. “Remember?”
“We usually sell out,” the man said.
“I’m buying them now, I don’t care about your plan.” Mirelle dug into her purse.
“Mirelle.” The deep male voice uttering her name startled her. She turned around
to see Bradan Hunt standing behind her. His hands were shoved into the front pockets
of a pair of faded jeans, his black jacket only half-zipped over a white T-shirt that
stretched across his flat abs and chest. He gave her a slow, sexy grin, a flash of white
teeth, the corners of his eyes crinkling in that attractive way. She blinked at him.
“Hi,” he said. “Buying strawberries?”
She nodded, pulling out her wallet. “Er. Yes. Hi.” She paid the man and he put a
basket of strawberries into the cloth shopping bag she’d brought along. “What are you
doing here?”
“What do you think?” He lifted one dark eyebrow. “Buying food. I cook, you know.”
She couldn’t help the smile that tugged at her lips. “Oh yeah, that’s right.” They
smiled at each other as moments accumulated and wings fluttered in her tummy. Her
body began to tingle, her gaze fastened to his.
She’d dreamt those chef fantasies again all night, hot sweaty dreams about a sexy
chef laying her out on the counter and sampling her body in very delicious ways. And
this morning, she’d been annoyed. Annoyed at him for invading her fantasies like that.
Annoyed at him for being so damn good with the animals and so helpful at the shelter.
Annoyed at him giving up on his offer to go out for coffee so easily. Annoyed at herself
for being annoyed about that, because she didn’t want to go out for coffee with him. She
wanted him to leave her alone.
But now here he was, standing in front of her, his dark hair hanging over his
forehead, his strong jaw dark with that scruff of beard, smiling at her, and her
annoyance faded away like morning fog in the sun, replace by tingling awareness.
Mirelle turned and blinked at Sofi. “Oh. Sofi, this is Bradan Hunt. I mentioned the
new project I have, designing his new restaurant.”
“Oh yes, I think you did mention it,” Sofi said, extending hand to Bradan. Mirelle
resisted the urge to grin. “Nice to meet you.” Her usual calm and cool manner gave no
hint of all the things Mirelle had said to her about Bradan on the phone the other night.
“Nice to meet you, Sofi. So you ladies are out shopping for food, hmm? What have
you seen that’s interesting?”
“You should be the one telling us.”
“We just got here,” Sofi added. “We want to look at everything before we buy. Or at
least, I want to.” She cast a pointed glance at Mirelle’s shopping bag.
Mirelle clutched the bag tighter. “I wanted these strawberries. I wasn’t taking a
chance on them selling out.”
“Those are awesome strawberries for sure,” Bradan said gravely. “Good decision.
Let’s look more.”
And somehow he ended up accompanying them through the market. He
purchased large quantities of things, the sellers stowing them in plastic bins for him to
pick up later. He held up baby zucchinis with the golden blossoms attached. “For
stuffing. And look at these potatoes.” He studied them and discussed them at length
with the seller—baby purple potatoes that were apparently Russian Blue, little red ones
called Chieftains and Russian banana fingerlings.
“And these are sweet potatoes,” the man at the stand said. “Japanese white and
Okinawan purple.”
“Sweet potatoes,” Bradan murmured. “I have to have some of those.”
“Potatoes,” Sofi whispered to Mirelle. “Who knew they could be so sexy.”
Mirelle wanted to groan. Even the way he breathed was sexy.



Kelly Jamieson writes romances with heat that’s sweet. Her writing has been described as
“emotionally complex”, “sweet and satisfying” and “blisteringly sexy”. If she can stop herself from
reading or writing, she loves to cook. She has shelves of cookbooks that she reads at length.

She also enjoys gardening in the summer, and in the winter she likes to read gardening
magazines and seed catalogues (there might be a theme here…) She also loves shopping,
especially for clothes and shoes. But her family takes precedence over everything else (yes,
even writing). She has two teenage children who are the best kids in the world, not that she’s
biased, and a wonderful husband who does loads of laundry while she plays on the computer



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