A Taste of LIKE HONEY

1 Apr

By Liz Everly

like honeySo LIKE HONEY is coming out on April 3! Yay! As you already know, this book means a lot to me–so I’m very excited. I have chapter one published on my blog, if you’d care to take a look. But one of the early reviewer said how much she liked the honey tasting scenes. So I thought I’d share the first one with you. Gray has brought Jennifer some honey to taste. Enjoy!

 

“What kind of honey did you bring?”

“Several different kinds,” he said, following her to the fire, pulling another chair over and then sliding a small table between them.

He set out three jars of honey in a variety of shades. A barely yellow, almost translucent honey was labeled Lavender, from France. A darker, almost brown honey was labeled Chestnut from Italy, and yet another deep rich golden-looking honey was labeled Tupelo, from Florida. Intriguing. Jennifer picked up the Tupelo jar and held it up to the firelight.

“Taste?” he said. She nodded.

“Tupelo honey,” he said as he dipped the spoon in for her and handed it to her. “It comes from the blossoms of the Ogeechee tupelo in Florida.”

Her mouth went around the spoon as she ate the honey, noting its taste and texture in her mouth. Sweet and light like cotton candy or flowers. “Good stuff,” she said.

“Tastes good, huh? But here’s the thing about this stuff, it doesn’t crystallize at all because of its high fructose content.”

“Crystallization is a problem for us, but only with the starflower crop, and most of our customers are local and they use it quickly,” she said. “Next.”

He dipped the next spoon, held it up as the silky thread of honey spun down. He dragged the spoon on the side of the jar. The rich amber color of it was breathtaking.

Jennifer reached for the spoon and in went the honey. The taste exploded in her mouth. Dark and spicy, with touches of smoke and leather.

“I’ve sampled chestnut honey from almost all of Italy’s regions, and no two of them have ever tasted alike. They vary wildly in intensity of color and flavor due to a number of factors, including the type of chestnut tree and its natural microclimate, the methods by which the bees are moved among the chestnut blossoms, and how or if the honey is refined after it has been collected. This is probably my favorite,” he said, then watched as she reacted with mmmm’s and nods. So sexy.

“This is honey?” she finally said. “It’s almost like wine. The different tastes and even textures. There’s so many of them. I’d like another spoonful please.”

“You’re right. Like wine varietals, each type and batch of honey has a unique flavor and texture, and trying to distinguish one from the next can be a daunting task. Two general rules apply: the darker the honey, the stronger the taste, and the more liquid the honey, the more fragrant.”

She leaned farther toward him in her chair and he was there already. His spoon touched her spoon as they each slopped into the honey jar for the last drop of chestnut honey.

“I didn’t bring very much, just a sample,” he said, and laughed. “Next time I’ll bring more.”

“I hope so,” said Jennifer. “You’re such a tease . . . with this honey,” she said, her face heating slightly. She loved watching his long fingers wrap around the spoon and stir into the thick sticky stuff.

The last jar was very light yellow in color, the lavender from France. When she tasted it, she nearly swooned. It was like tasting the fields of Provence.

Her eyes widened in sheer delight. “Mmm-mmm-Mmm.”

“Good, heh?” A grin spread across his face.

“So good!” She couldn’t hold back her enthusiasm; she almost felt like a child discovering a new toy, except that her senses were heightened and aware in a way that she could not have imagined as a child.

“Do you have more?” she asked after a moment.

“I have more back at my place. But maybe three honeys in one night is enough, considering the hour.”

The fire was blazing. Shadows played against the wall. Jennifer relished in the aftertaste of the honey. She tried not to look at her companion, whose eyes drew her in with each breath. The fire. Look at the fire. Not at his eyes.

 

9 Responses to “A Taste of LIKE HONEY”

  1. Madeline Iva April 1, 2014 at 9:59 am #

    I think there is no pleasure on a rainy day quite like having honey on toast with tea. Those flavors are so very wholesome, but complex as well. I know your readers are going to revel in honey when they read this book, Liz. Big hugs, congrats on your new release!

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    • Liz Everly April 1, 2014 at 10:38 am #

      Thanks so much! The honey is one of the things the early reviewers are mentioning. I think most people love honey.

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  2. C. Margery Kempe April 1, 2014 at 10:25 am #

    Yum! I love this scene!

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  3. Barbara Mikula April 1, 2014 at 3:33 pm #

    Congratulations Liz! I know this book is going to do well. Here’s the review I wrote that I’d like to share with everyone.

    Review of Like Honey by Liz Everly
    *****FIVE STARS *****
    Like Honey opens with a romantic scene of flashing colors in a candlelit ballroom and men in kilts at the Mead Makers Masked Ball! Who wouldn’t love that?
    Widow, Jennifer D’Amico is struggling to emerge from her grief over the loss of her husband, Ren, who was killed two months after their marriage. At the ball she has taken notice of a mysterious man in a leafy green mask, and she finds her dormant desires awakening. A kiss in a moonlit Scottish garden takes Jennifer out of herself as the snow falls around them. She and the mystery man are interrupted before they can consummate their tryst much to the frustration of both.
    Jennifer is overwhelmed by living in a drafty one hundred year old stone farmhouse and the responsibilities of trying to save the failing honey farm she inherited from her husband. The business had been plagued by generations of poor management. There are weird happenings on the estate— financial difficulties and mysterious late night noises. The problems seem more than one person can handle.
    Along comes Grayson McGhilly to the rescue. The handsome, virile master beekeeper seems to be the answer to her prayers, but there’s something off with him. Unknown to Jennifer, Gray is an American Homeland Security agent undercover sent to investigate her and the D’Amico family business. They are suspected of drug running through the export of honey to China. Jennifer’s attraction to Grayson is obvious but he doubts his ability to settle down and sustain a relationship with one woman. His unfortunate history with his boss and ex-girlfriend, Kasey, has him spooked. After they become intimate he feels guilty and wants to tell her the truth but Kasey will not allow him to break cover.
    The intrigue and romance continue with an attack against Jennifer, a beautiful trip to France for a beekeeping conference, sabotage against a colony of Jen’s bees, the apparent suicide of Jen’s stalker, and sexy honey tasting scenes.
    When the truth about Gray’s real job comes out, Jennifer feels betrayed. Can they save their sex-only relationship and build it into something more? Can these two people burdened with some serious baggage have a happy ever after?
    It was fun to learn a little bit about commercial beekeeping and a joy to visit the beautiful Scottish countryside. This is a classy, tasteful erotic romance with a good story, lots of plot twists and turns, and some really good sex. I highly recommend it. – Skye Michaels

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    • Liz Everly April 1, 2014 at 6:08 pm #

      Thanks so much Skye–means a lot coming from you!

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  4. Elizabeth Shore April 1, 2014 at 5:43 pm #

    Liz, you’ve got me wanting to run to the bread bin and slather honey on toast. What a delicious scene! I’m with Madeline. Honey-drenched toast and tea are one of life’s more delicious comforts.

    Congrats on the release, and happy sales.

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  5. Liz Everly April 2, 2014 at 10:10 am #

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