Beef Cake (MF)

Beef Cake 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 15,956
5 Ratings (4.4)

Editor's Pick: Unique Concept
[Siren Classic: Erotic Fantasy Romance, Contemporary]
If you bake it, he will come.

Naomi Keller receives a mysterious cookbook on her doorstep. Bake a cake, and a hot, sexy man arrives at your door, ready for action. But there's a catch, not every recipe is a winner and she has to act fast before the right one slips through her fingers. Can Naomi find true love in a cookbook? She'll have to find out, one recipe at a time.

"The idea for BEEF CAKE came to me over a year ago. I wanted to write something fun and sexy, and because I love to bake, the plot was a natural. When I brainstormed about which cakes Naomi would use, it was so much fun coming up with men who fit the recipe's name!" ~Kris~

A Siren Erotic Romance 

Beef Cake (MF)
5 Ratings (4.4)

Beef Cake (MF)

Beef Cake 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 15,956
5 Ratings (4.4)
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Cover Art by Jinger Heaston
really great book with a strange premise. really wonderful read.
Professional Reviews

4 CHERRIES: "Imagine baking a cake and finding your true love. Now who would not want that? Food and love all in one? It gives a new meaning to the saying have your cake and eat it too! I know I certainly would not mind trying a few recipes out myself. With a whole cookbook of cakes to try you can just imagine the fun that ensues. Can Naomi choose the right recipe? She must read through the book carefully. A few mishaps and recipes later has she finally found the right one? Naomi hopes and trusts she will make the right decision and has the reader rooting for her as well. This was a fast paced story filled with lots of spice and a little bit of humor mixed in. It was a great read and very interesting concept. What a new twist on an old adage!" -- Mistletoe, Whipped Cream Romance Reviews

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The stranger took a step toward her. “I’m Luke.” He touched her arm tentatively. “You’re so soft.”

Naomi was speechless. Her body sang when he touched her. “Luke?” It was the same strange sensation from yesterday. She felt as if she’d met this man before. A warmth radiated from him, and he gave her a feeling of safety.

“Yes.” He smiled a lazy smile, a smile that promised more than she’d had in a long, long time. He slid his arm around her waist and pulled her into his hard, lean body. “I came because you called.”

“I did?” She focused on the curve of his lips. She’d looked so long for someone to share her life with, someone to care for her and treat her well. She had gotten to the point where she’d thought it would never happen for her. Maybe she was destined to be alone. But in the last two days, she’d had more male attention than she’d had in a long time.

He took the hint and kissed her. His mouth possessed hers, exploring, tasting. His hand moved from her waist to grip her ass, and he pushed his thigh between her legs. She leaned into his hard muscled limb and positioned the pressure on her pussy like a wanton, like someone who didn’t have her brother and her best friend in the next room.

It felt good to be desired, wanted. His kisses were gentle and loving, his touches intimate but caring.

His tongue tickled the edges of her mouth and teased it open. Naomi sighed. She could get used to this kind of affection. Her hands rode up his toned chest and snaked around his neck. She buried her fingers in the thick wavy hair at his nape. She drew him closer. Their mouths locked together in a heated duel.

Then her hands passed through air. The kiss was over. Luke was gone.

Naomi opened her eyes. She was alone. The door stood wide open, her arms were suspended in mid-air, but Luke was nowhere to be seen.

“So are you going to introduce me?” Seth came back in the living room, two bottles of beer in his hand. “Hey, where’d he go? And what in the hell are you doing? Interpretive dance?”

She blushed. She knew she looked like an idiot. Her legs were spread apart, her arms were wrapped around an invisible partner, and she was panting like she’d just run a marathon, but she didn’t care. She wanted Luke. Hot, gorgeous, incredible kisser, Luke with the tender touches. She rushed to the open door and looked in both directions.

“What’s going on, sis? Who was that guy?”


“Luke?” There was only silence beyond the door. “Where are you?”

“Right here.” Luke came out of the shadows, a mixing bowl in his hand with a spatula sticking out of it.

Relief washed through her.

“You’ve been a bad, bad girl, Naomi.”

“I have?” She backed away, laughing. He was just as naked as she was now. His erection was at half-mast, but she was sure he’d be back to fighting form in no time. His perfectly toned chest begged to be kissed, as did the cock rising out of its nest of hair. “What’s in there?”

He was taller than she was by at least six inches. He held the bowl away from her. “No peeking.”

She stuck out her bottom lip.

“Get on the bed.” His eyes glittered with desire.

She shifted her gaze from his handsome face to the bowl in his hand and back again. When he smiled wickedly at her, she obeyed, lying flat on the bed, arms at her sides.

He knelt on the mattress. “Spread those lovely legs for me.”

Then, she recognized the bowl he was carrying. She narrowed her eyes at him. “What are you going to do?”

“Spread your legs.” His cock twitched. “I’m going to eat you, Naomi.”

A thrill ran through her. She’d never done food play before. Now it sounded absolutely delicious. She opened her legs, spreading them wide.

With the spatula, he scooped up a large amount of the cream cheese frosting she’d prepared for the red velvet cake and spread it over her labia. She closed her eyes. The creaminess of the frosting on her sensitive lower lips was sinful.

“Hmm,” he said. “Looks good.”

She opened her eyes to gaze at him. He was glorious in his nakedness and hard in all the right places. Ropes of muscle rippled under golden skin.

He dipped the spatula into the bowl. “I think something is missing.”

“Oh?” Her legs trembled as she held them apart.

With a flourish, he frosted the tips of her breasts. When he smoothed the frosting across her nipples, they hardened into tight points. “That’s better.” He set the bowl on her nightstand. “I think I’d like a little snack.” He leaned over her, his erection tickling her side, and licked the edges of the frosting on one breast.

The repetitive lick of his tongue uncovered the darker brown of her areola. God, she wanted that hot mouth on her nipple, licking, biting, tasting. She threaded her hands through his thick hair, directing him gently. His tongue swept across the tip of her nipple, and she almost cried out from the pleasure-pain it caused. She wanted more, not just that one brief touch.

He stopped. “What do you want me to do, Naomi?” He said her name like it was a prayer. His breath was heated against her naked tit. “Should I lick this frosting off of your tits? Would you like me to do that?”

She squirmed. “Yes.”

“Say it.” His lips were centimeters above her nipple. It ached for his touch.

“Lick my tits clean.”

His mouth bore down on her, sucking the hard nipple into his mouth. His tongue licked and swirled around the sensitive flesh until all the frosting was gone. And then, once he’d cleaned off one breast, he moved to the other, licking and laving.

Naomi’s legs trembled. The heat in her cunt was unbearable. She spread them even wider, the lower lips coming apart.

Luke rested a hand on her knee as he cleaned her breasts. When she moaned in pleasure, he pressed down, keeping her legs wide. She bucked, needing more than breast play at this stage in the game.

He drew his head up. “Now for the main course.” He kissed the tip of one clean nipple and then continued a trail of kisses between her breasts, down her stomach, and to the very edge of her shaved pussy. He settled between her legs and wrapped his arms around her to hold her open. “Mmmm, looks divine.”

Naomi grasped his arms, digging her fingers in. The anticipation was too much.

“Should I eat your pussy? Lick your cunt and clean it up for you?” He took a tentative swipe of the frosting that covered her.

Even that slight pressure caused her to writhe under him, clutch his arms more tightly. “God, yes.”

“What do you want me to do, Naomi?” He nibbled at the soft flesh of her inner thigh right next to her pussy. “Tell me.”

“E-eat me,” she whispered, and a flush of heat ran up her body.

“Eat your delicious pussy?”


“Say it!” He licked her inner thigh.

The wait for release was unbearable. “Eat my delicious pussy.”

“Mmmm.” He stroked his tongue across one edge of her labia.

Naomi cried out from the pleasure of it.

With that, his whole mouth descended on her. His tongue licked up one edge of her nether lips and down the other. He circled her clit with his tongue, tickling the sensitive nub until it engorged with blood. Her moisture seeped out and mixed with the frosting, and he lapped it up, making noises of satisfaction, as if she were a treat to be savored.

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