Hot Dish By Lissa Trevor
The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach – or if you write horror instead of erotic, the quickest route is through his rib cage. But I’m an author of erotic fiction, so I am a firm believer that food can seduce as well as a whiff of scent on your wrist or the flash of cleavage. And if you’re reading this and you’re a man – nothing is sexier than a man who can cook. Unless it’s Channing Tatum dropping it like it’s hot – but that’s neither here nor there.