Rayne Talum is making gingerbread cookies
for an office party. Deciding that since she has gone such a
long time without sex she will make cookies for herself as
well. She is going to bake cookies that show each gingerbread
man with an enlarged penis. Bottles of wine and laughter flow
as Rayne decorates her cookies and tucks her drunken best
friend into bed across the hall. Later that night Rayne is
surprised to find just how realistic her cookies have become.
Crumbs and all.
I Could Just Eat You Up by
Beverly Rae was previously released at another publishing
house and republished for eXtasy Books. I found myself liking
the humor of the story and got tickled at the wine drinking
the two friends did while making the cookies. While I enjoyed
watching the two friends interact, I yearned for a romance at
this time. The romance/sexual aspect of the book is what was
lacking and it continued to lack for the rest of the story.
Having only one love scene between the main female and an
unknown male, supposedly a gingerbread man come to life,
disappointed me and I would have loved to have seen him around
after they copulated. I Could Just Eat You Up
has humor but not a lot of romance, which I in turn need to
enjoy a book.