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THE FLAVOR OF LOVE

Shiree McCarver

Cover art by Shiree McCarver

THE FLAVOR OF LOVE

form or by any means without the prior written consent of the Author,

excepting brief quotes used in reviews. This work is fiction. Any

similarity to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. May contain

adult content of an erotic nature, be advised.

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Shiree McCarver

Other books by Shiree McCarver

FOREVER MOONLIGHT

A SATYR’S TALE: ZAZA AND SYLUS

A SATYR’S TALE: SELBY AND DARIUS

THE LORD AND THE SCORPION

ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS

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THE FLAVOR OF LOVE

DEDICATION

I dedicate this book to my Grandmother Gracie, who told me,

“Being a good cook is the way to a man’s heart”. Bless her, I love her,

but she was wrong. It only got me his attention. It was the spices we

used in the bedroom that kept the heart fires burning.

Cooking for me is very relaxing. The kitchen is where I do

some of my deepest thinking, and it’s a place where my characters like

to congregate in my mind

Thank you Granny for all the Sunday suppers’ you fixed us as a

family. You taught me there were many flavors to, love. I miss you.

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Shiree McCarver

PROLOGUE

San Francisco, 2004

“What is it Mom? You’re having a vision aren’t you? I can tell.” Etta clasped

her mother’s cool hand in hers. Before her mother could reply she let go of her

fingers and moved towards the glass window of the waiting room as the double

outside doors opened in the corridor. “They are bringing in someone else!”

Her mother came to stand beside her. Etta moved to the opening of

the reception room door and waited for them to come by. She looked on in

horror, her breath catching in the back of her throat as the third hospital gurney

in the past fifteen minutes rolled through the automatic doors of the hospital

emergency room. Fisting the ample skirts of the wet and stained white taffeta

wedding gown she wore, she lifted them and rushed forward towards the

approaching gurney.

“Oh God…don’t let it be him,” she prayed. Her mother grasped her

arm to pull her out of the way as they rushed by.

“Mom, did you see all the blood? I know it wasn’t Toby because I

could tell the man wasn’t a Blank man, but it could have been Neil. Could you

tell?”

“It wasn’t Neil, Etta, dear.” Her mother, Fay Jones announced placing

a hand on her arm.

“If it wasn’t Neil why did you have that look on your face when the

gurney passed?” she argued.

“Etta, sweetheart, calm down,” her mother crooned. “It wasn't Neil.

The man was Asian.”

“Did you have a vision?”

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