Author Dierdre Martin does such a good job of creating a sense of place in JUST A TASTE that the reader almost can smell the tomato sauce served by the book's hero in his family's restaurant--or as Anthony, that hero, would call it, the "gravy."
For a woman who, according to the blurb at the back of the novel, lives in Ithaca, New York, Ms. Martin has a marvelous sensibility of the energy of Bensonhurst, the Italian neighborhood in Brooklyn in which she sets her tale.
The love story is predictable, but well-done: Two neighborhood chefs, one with a large, established restaurant serving the Italian cuisine of the community, the other with a tiny new cafe serving French food, take each other on as rivals and, inevitably, as lovers.
Yet the plot is charming, the setting is authentic and the sex is hot, hot, hot. Finally, one practically can smell that wonderful sauce. What more could a romance reader ask?