Butterfly Harbor #2
June 1, 2016
Available in: e-Book, Large Print
Recipe for Redemption
From the frying pan…
Abby Manning has to take home first prize in an amateur cooking competition to save her town’s landmark inn—and longtime home for her ailing grandmother. Too bad the Butterfly Harbor innkeeper is a complete disaster in the kitchen. Undeterred, Abby asks her latest guest to teach her the basics.
A family tragedy and ensuing scandal derailed Jason Corwin’s high-profile career. But is the gifted celebrity chef going to let one mistake define the rest of his life? Add in a generous helping of mutual attraction and another burgeoning scandal, and it could be a recipe for star-crossed romance…or disaster, especially if a win for Abby costs Jason his professional future.
Read the book…. watch the movie!
in 2019, RECIPE FOR REDEMPTION was optioned by Brain Power Studios as a TV movie, CHRISTMAS RECIPE FOR ROMANCE. While there were some big story tweaks, the hearts of both Abby and Jason are front and center of this production. You can watch on Amazon Prime and other streaming services, or purchase the DVD here.
For a behind the scenes look at my visit to the set, click here (for blog post).
Jason Corwin’s hand stilled over the hotel registration form as he sniffed the air. “Do you smell smoke?”
A middle-aged woman with short-cropped gray hair passed through the reception area of the Flutterby Inn, Butterfly Harbor’s main hotel, a stack of freshly laundered towels in her arms. The lack of concern on her face might have made Jason wonder if he were imagining things, but as a former professional chef, he was more than familiar with this particular smell.
“I have you down for three weeks, Mr. Corwin,” Lori, the plump young woman who had introduced herself minutes ago, said. She leaned her hands on the whitewashed batten-board counter, lively green eyes devoid of concern as the air thickened. “Is that correct?”
“Yes.” He scribbled his name, his eyes beginning to water as a thread of white smoke snaked out from under the double doors to his left. “I’m sorry, but shouldn’t someone check—”
The deafening screech of a smoke alarm rent the air. Hints of gray puffed through the plumes of white smoke.
“It’s nothing!” Lori waved her hand before turning to focus on the old-fashioned mailbox portals behind her. “That’s just Abby in the kitchen. It’ll clear in a few
The lobby became hazy. Jason’s pulse kicked into overdrive as he wrenched open the sliding doors and got a face full. Coughing, eyes tearing, he hurried through the dining room, dodging the mishmash of tables and chairs. He tried to inhale but there wasn’t any fresh air to be found, nothing to calm his nerves or stop the dread pounding through his body. Did it have to be the kitchen?
He’d kept his vow and hadn’t stepped foot in a professional kitchen in over three months, but given the choice between burning to death in a hotel fire and breaking a promise to himself, he’d take choice number two.
He pushed open the swinging door and stepped into the kitchen, waving his hands in front of him to disperse the smoke. A stockpot of what he hoped was water boiled over and splashed into the too-high flame beneath it, causing bright orange flickers of fire to arch toward the ceiling.
“Come on, you stupid, plastic piece of crap!” A woman stood on the stainless steel worktable and banged the end of a broom against the smoke detector. “It’s not like this is our first go-around.” Bang. Bang, bang. “Stop. Making.”
She grunted and he could see her arms start to weaken. “So. Much. Noise! Ah!”
The kitchen went silent and she sagged forward, bracing a hand on her knee as she heaved out a sigh. “Got ya. Oh, sugar pots.”
Before Jason could move, before he could utter a word, she jumped down and grabbed a thick orange towel, dragged out two trays of cremated somethings and tossed them onto the counter with a squealing “Ow!” The bang of metal hitting metal echoed in the room and in his head. She shook her left hand as if she’d burned herself—how could she not—before reaching for the pot. The orange towel slipped dangerously toward the flames.
“Stop!” Jason yelled and dived forward.
She shrieked and leaped aside as the towel skimmed the still-flaming burners and ignited. “Who are you?” She flipped the towel onto the yellowed linoleum floor and did
a little dance over it to stomp out the flames. “What are you doing in here?”
“Right now I’m wondering where the fire department is.”
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“What a heartwarming, fast-paced and entertaining read…Ms. Stewart has penned a really good stand-alone novel filled with sweet romance and enticing characters that have left me wanting to dive into more books encompassing the town of Butterfly Harbor.”
4- Stars, Recommended Read, Harlequin Junkie
“There are so many things that take place in this novel (including internal thoughts and dialogue) that are laugh out loud funny, so be careful where you read this. At the very least, you’ll be grinning from ear to ear…RECIPE FOR REDEMPTION is a lovely romance that will leave you smiling with the reminder that there really can be happily ever afters.
~5 Stars, Top Pick, The Romance Reviews
“Stewart pens a great stand-alone romance with amazing characters who are struggling with doing the right things for maybe the wrong reasons. This one is a keeper!
~ 4-Stars, RT Book Reviews
“This story does not disappoint. It’s lovely to see the characters develop throughout the book, and the use of the secondary characters leads me to believe that more books based on Butterfly Harbor will follow soon. Anyone who enjoys a sweet romance and a cooking theme is sure to enjoy this book.”
~4 Stars, Night Owl Reviews