We can't wait for Only With Me by Kellly Elliot releasing on May 30th! This romantic comedy is filled with food, a competitive Greek mother, a sassy italian baker and a HOT ALPHA. What else do you need!?!
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Peeking up, I watched her walk over to one of the kitchen cabinets and open it. Any other woman would have been pissed, but I knew this was part of the Nic package. And I knew that privacy was something his family didn’t do. I learned that the day Nic practically had sex with me in front of his mother and aunts when they decided to come over and cook him some meals so he didn’t starve.
“Did Nic get new mixing bowls?”
I fought to roll my eyes.
“Nope. Those are mine.”
She shut the cabinet. “Have you officially moved in, Gabriella?”
Her eyes shot right to my left hand.
“I guess you could say I have since I’m here every night.”
"What about your place above the bakery?” Katerina asked as she took a seat at the Kitchen island.
"Charity is living there. With the baby coming, she needed the extra room.”
Katerina smiled. She loved babies and I knew she was counting the days until Kilyn had her second child. It killed her Thano and Kilyn hadn’t told anyone the sex of the baby.
“How nice of you to do that. It’s the Greek in you.”
I smiled. “Don’t you think it is strange Katerina that I’m ninety-seven percent Italian, and three percent Greek?”
“No. Someone in your family history had the good sense to sleep with a Greek man.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “We both know how well they are in bed.”
Dropping my mouth open, I gasped. “Katerina!”
She brushed me off with her hands. “Oh, don’t pretend you are shy now, Gabriella. If my Nic makes you as happy as my Dimitris does, I know why someone in your family went Greek. You know what they say about Greek men.”
Grinning, I asked, “No, what do they say?”
"Once you’ve had Greek, you can’t walk for a week.”
I could feel the heat on my cheeks as she sat there and stared at me with a dead pan face.
When she lifted her brow, as if to challenge me, I closed my eyes and wished for a time machine to go back an hour and not answer the door.
My phone beeped, causing me to open my eyes and glance down at it.
“It’s Max.”
Katerina chuckled. “It’s always Max.”
I couldn’t argue with her on that.
Standing, I knew she was waiting. “Would you like to drive over there with me?”
A smile exploded on her face. “I’d love to.”
Katerina and I talked a little more about Kilyn’s baby shower on the way to the bakery. It was a short drive. Less than five minutes. I was lucky enough to find a parking space right out front so we walked in through the front door.
My eyes immediately went to the display cabinets.
Oh. No. She. Did. Not.
Snapping my eyes up to Charity, she was making a face like she tried to stop it, but failed.
Katerina walked in and started greeting patrons at their tables as I stood there and stared at the foreign desserts.
Leaning closer, I whispered, “Kataifi!”
Sweeping my eyes across I saw baklava, phyllo pastries, kourabiedes, and kariokes.
I turned on my heels and stormed past Katerina who was asking a lady how she liked the baklava.
“It’s delicious, but I thought baklava was Greek?”
Katerina chuckled. “It is.”
“I thought this was an Italian bakery.”
I held my breath as I stopped and faced them.
“You know what they say about Italian cooking. It goes for baking as well. It’s simply Greek food with no taste.”
The older lady’s eyes widened in shock before she giggled.
Ugh! This woman is going to drive me insane!
Max and Charity started walking next to me as we made our way down the hall and to my office. Once in, I slammed the door and glared at him and Charity.
Charity put her hands in defense. “First off, I’m pregnant and trying to argue with that woman is exhausting. I need to harness all my energy for sex.”
Max and I both groaned.
“Seriously. Shut up, Charity.” My eyes shot over to Max. “How? How did she get that food in my bakery?!”
“Stop yelling at me, Gabi! It makes me nervous.”
I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath before forcing a smile and looking back at him.
“Max, would you mind telling me how Katerina was able to put at least five different Greek desserts in my bakery.”
He rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, she came in about two hours ago.”
“More like an hour and a half,” Charity added.
“And she carried them in, walked around the counter and just kind of … well she … she kind of … she…”
“Oh, my gosh just say it!”
“She started putting them in with the other desserts! Charity asked her if you had said she could and all she did was laugh and replied with what do you think, Charity?”
Charity nodded. “And what I really wanted to say was I think she would say fuck to the hell no, but then I got scared.”
I shook my head. “Why did you get scared?”
They both shrugged. “She’s scary,” Charity whispered as Max nodded in agreement.
Pointing to Max, I said, “Take them out.”
“R-right now? With her here?”
“Yes.”
“Why do I have to do it. Make Charity! She’s pregnant and Katerina won’t do anything to her.”
“Ah, hell no, Max. She told you to do it.”
I pulled out my phone and hit Nic’s number.
“Hey, prinkipissa.”
“She’s gone to far.”
Nic was silent for a few seconds. “What did she do now?”
“She put Greek desserts in my bakery. My Italian bakery.”
“Wait. She did what?”
I sighed. “She walked into the bakery, went behind the counter and started to put Greek desserts in with mine.”
“Oh, she kind of took some of yours out and gave them away to customers.”
If looks could kill, Max would be on the floor right now.
“Did Nic get new mixing bowls?”
I fought to roll my eyes.
“Nope. Those are mine.”
She shut the cabinet. “Have you officially moved in, Gabriella?”
Her eyes shot right to my left hand.
“I guess you could say I have since I’m here every night.”
"What about your place above the bakery?” Katerina asked as she took a seat at the Kitchen island.
"Charity is living there. With the baby coming, she needed the extra room.”
Katerina smiled. She loved babies and I knew she was counting the days until Kilyn had her second child. It killed her Thano and Kilyn hadn’t told anyone the sex of the baby.
“How nice of you to do that. It’s the Greek in you.”
I smiled. “Don’t you think it is strange Katerina that I’m ninety-seven percent Italian, and three percent Greek?”
“No. Someone in your family history had the good sense to sleep with a Greek man.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “We both know how well they are in bed.”
Dropping my mouth open, I gasped. “Katerina!”
She brushed me off with her hands. “Oh, don’t pretend you are shy now, Gabriella. If my Nic makes you as happy as my Dimitris does, I know why someone in your family went Greek. You know what they say about Greek men.”
Grinning, I asked, “No, what do they say?”
"Once you’ve had Greek, you can’t walk for a week.”
I could feel the heat on my cheeks as she sat there and stared at me with a dead pan face.
When she lifted her brow, as if to challenge me, I closed my eyes and wished for a time machine to go back an hour and not answer the door.
My phone beeped, causing me to open my eyes and glance down at it.
“It’s Max.”
Katerina chuckled. “It’s always Max.”
I couldn’t argue with her on that.
Standing, I knew she was waiting. “Would you like to drive over there with me?”
A smile exploded on her face. “I’d love to.”
Katerina and I talked a little more about Kilyn’s baby shower on the way to the bakery. It was a short drive. Less than five minutes. I was lucky enough to find a parking space right out front so we walked in through the front door.
My eyes immediately went to the display cabinets.
Oh. No. She. Did. Not.
Snapping my eyes up to Charity, she was making a face like she tried to stop it, but failed.
Katerina walked in and started greeting patrons at their tables as I stood there and stared at the foreign desserts.
Leaning closer, I whispered, “Kataifi!”
Sweeping my eyes across I saw baklava, phyllo pastries, kourabiedes, and kariokes.
I turned on my heels and stormed past Katerina who was asking a lady how she liked the baklava.
“It’s delicious, but I thought baklava was Greek?”
Katerina chuckled. “It is.”
“I thought this was an Italian bakery.”
I held my breath as I stopped and faced them.
“You know what they say about Italian cooking. It goes for baking as well. It’s simply Greek food with no taste.”
The older lady’s eyes widened in shock before she giggled.
Ugh! This woman is going to drive me insane!
Max and Charity started walking next to me as we made our way down the hall and to my office. Once in, I slammed the door and glared at him and Charity.
Charity put her hands in defense. “First off, I’m pregnant and trying to argue with that woman is exhausting. I need to harness all my energy for sex.”
Max and I both groaned.
“Seriously. Shut up, Charity.” My eyes shot over to Max. “How? How did she get that food in my bakery?!”
“Stop yelling at me, Gabi! It makes me nervous.”
I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath before forcing a smile and looking back at him.
“Max, would you mind telling me how Katerina was able to put at least five different Greek desserts in my bakery.”
He rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, she came in about two hours ago.”
“More like an hour and a half,” Charity added.
“And she carried them in, walked around the counter and just kind of … well she … she kind of … she…”
“Oh, my gosh just say it!”
“She started putting them in with the other desserts! Charity asked her if you had said she could and all she did was laugh and replied with what do you think, Charity?”
Charity nodded. “And what I really wanted to say was I think she would say fuck to the hell no, but then I got scared.”
I shook my head. “Why did you get scared?”
They both shrugged. “She’s scary,” Charity whispered as Max nodded in agreement.
Pointing to Max, I said, “Take them out.”
“R-right now? With her here?”
“Yes.”
“Why do I have to do it. Make Charity! She’s pregnant and Katerina won’t do anything to her.”
“Ah, hell no, Max. She told you to do it.”
I pulled out my phone and hit Nic’s number.
“Hey, prinkipissa.”
“She’s gone to far.”
Nic was silent for a few seconds. “What did she do now?”
“She put Greek desserts in my bakery. My Italian bakery.”
“Wait. She did what?”
I sighed. “She walked into the bakery, went behind the counter and started to put Greek desserts in with mine.”
“Oh, she kind of took some of yours out and gave them away to customers.”
If looks could kill, Max would be on the floor right now.
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MORE ABOUT ONLY WITH ME
Life was great.
I loved my bachelor life and working my dream job with the Colorado Springs SWAT team.
That all changed the day I stepped into her bakery. Her smile swept me off my feet, and her panna cotta was heaven.
Cue my very traditional Greek family.
Then all hell broke loose.
The woman I was falling in love with was Italian, and my mother was hell-bent on proving to the world she was the better cook.
If my meddling family wasn’t bad enough, for the last six years Gabi had been on the run from a past she tried desperately to escape from.
Between a beautiful woman on the run, and a crazy family constantly in my business, would I be able to show her I’m the only one who can keep her safe … or will her past steal her away from me?
Life was great.
I loved my bachelor life and working my dream job with the Colorado Springs SWAT team.
That all changed the day I stepped into her bakery. Her smile swept me off my feet, and her panna cotta was heaven.
Cue my very traditional Greek family.
Then all hell broke loose.
The woman I was falling in love with was Italian, and my mother was hell-bent on proving to the world she was the better cook.
If my meddling family wasn’t bad enough, for the last six years Gabi had been on the run from a past she tried desperately to escape from.
Between a beautiful woman on the run, and a crazy family constantly in my business, would I be able to show her I’m the only one who can keep her safe … or will her past steal her away from me?
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Release Date: May 30th
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Kelly Elliott is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling contemporary romance author. Since finishing her bestselling Wanted series, Kelly continues to spread her wings while remaining true to her roots and giving readers stories rich with hot protective men, strong women and beautiful surroundings.
Her bestselling works include, Wanted, Broken, Without You, and Unconditional Love, to name just a few.
Kelly has been passionate about writing since she was fifteen. After years of filling journals with stories, she finally followed her dream and published her first novel, Wanted, in November of 2012.
Kelly lives in central Texas with her husband, daughter, and two pups. When she’s not writing, Kelly enjoys reading and spending time with her family. She is down to earth and very in touch with her readers, both on social media and at signings.
To find out more about Kelly and her books, you can find her through her website.
FACEBOOK | TWITTER | GOODREADS | AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE
Her bestselling works include, Wanted, Broken, Without You, and Unconditional Love, to name just a few.
Kelly has been passionate about writing since she was fifteen. After years of filling journals with stories, she finally followed her dream and published her first novel, Wanted, in November of 2012.
Kelly lives in central Texas with her husband, daughter, and two pups. When she’s not writing, Kelly enjoys reading and spending time with her family. She is down to earth and very in touch with her readers, both on social media and at signings.
To find out more about Kelly and her books, you can find her through her website.
FACEBOOK | TWITTER | GOODREADS | AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE