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The Devil Served Desire

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The Devil

Served Desire

 

 

A Sweet and Savory Novel

 

 

by Shirley Jump

Copyright Information

 

 

This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author‘s imagination or are used fictitiously.

 

Copyright © 2012 by Shirley Jump

Original version published in 2005 as The Devil Served Tortellini

 

All rights reserved.

 

No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the author. The only exception is by a reviewer, who may quote short excerpts in a review.

 

eISBN: 978-1-937776-31-2

Also by
Shirley Jump

 

Check out the entire Sweet and Savory Novel series:

 

The Bride Wore Chocolate

The Devil Served Desire

The Angel Tasted Temptation

 

 

Other books by Shirley:

 

Around the Bend

The Other Wife

Return of the Last McKenna

Simply the Best

Really Something

The Bachelor Preferred Pastry

Table of Contents

 

THE DEVIL SERVED DESIRE

 

Copyright Information

Also by Shirley Jump

 

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Four

Chapter Thirty-Five

 

Special Excerpt from The Bride Wore Chocolate (Sweet and Savory, Book 1)

Special Excerpt from The Angel Tasted Temptation (Sweet and Savory, Book 3)

 

Author Bio

 

The Devil's Seven-Deadly-Sins-in-One

 Manicotti with Ricotta

 

 

1 pound whole-fat ricotta cheese

1 egg

2 tablespoons chopped parsley, green as envy

1/2 teaspoon grated lemon rind

Dash of nutmeg

12 manicotti noodles, cooked until tender

1 cup pasta sauce, homemade and tasty as sin

1/2 cup freshly grated Parmigiano Reggiano—only use the best for yourself

 

Mix the cheeses, egg, parsley, lemon rind and nutmeg. Spoon into prepared noodles. Lick any excess from the bowl and your fingers ... slowly, enjoying every bit. Don't worry about the salmonella thing. This tastes too good to be bad for you.

Come on, admit the truth, feel a bit of pride. Tastes like heaven ... or even better, like temptation.

Drizzle the noodles with the sauce and admire the food for the scrumptious art that it is. Don't get angry about any mess it might make. Living in sloth can be very relaxing. Dust with extra Parmigiano, then bake at 350 degrees for 30 minutes, lusting after the dish while you wait. Remember, anything bad for you is best served
hot
.

Worry about the calories later. There's always tomorrow. Indulge today. Don't bother to share. Greed is good.

Chapter
One

 

 

Maria Pagliano was serious this time.

No-holds-barred, no-prisoners-taken, no-cheese-allowed serious. She had eight weeks to do what she'd never been able to do before—lose twenty-five pounds.

This time, she vowed, was going to be different. She wasn't going to cheat and fall victim to her own desires. But in order to stick to her plan, she needed a little help, which was why she had come here on a Tuesday night.

To a meeting of the Chubby Chums support group.

In the lime green basement of a tiny church in Boston's North End, a dozen or so people sat on folding chairs in a circle. Above them, a fluorescent light flickered and hummed like a pathetic disco ball. Maria crossed her legs, pantyhose swishing in the quiet, trying very hard not to think about the lone manicotti from Guido's Italian Cafe sitting in her apartment refrigerator.

"Welcome, group!'' A woman in tight jeans who looked like she'd never been tempted by a bowl of raviolis in her life stepped into the room and opened her arms wide, in an all-encompassing group hug. "And how are my Chubby Chums tonight?"

"We're peachy with light syrup!"

Maria looked around at the group, all laughing at their practiced pun. Had she accidentally stumbled into the Lunatics with Heart Support Forum?

The pixie leader's name badge said,
Hello, my name is: Stephanie
, with a smiley face and an exclamation point. Stephanie took a seat in one of the chairs, thrusting out her hands. The group copied her, becoming a human circle of joined palms. A portly guy—his tag declared his name was "Homer"—grabbed up Maria's left hand with a sweaty palm, giving her a smile that lacked a few teeth. "Jillie," a middle-aged sniffling woman, put down her stash of tissues to take Maria's right hand in a floppy fish grip.

Then, as if on cue, the group dropped their heads to their chests and began to recite: "God grant me the serenity to accept my goal weight, the courage to resist anything with more than three hundred calories, and the wisdom to check the fat grams before I open my mouth and insert a fork."

Goose bumps rose on Maria's arms. Bunch of lunatics.

She should leave. But...

Mary Louise Zipparetto
had
gone from a size twenty to a size two, with the help of the Chubby Chums. Mary Louise had told her mother, who'd told Maria's mother, who'd told Maria over a cheese danish, that Mary Louise would be wearing a sleeveless Band-Aid of a dress to the class reunion to show off her new figure.

No way was Maria going to let Mary Louise be the best-looking woman in the Sons of Italy hall. All her life, Mary Louise had been the one to compete against. The first one to get an "A" in Mr. Marcetto's impossibly hard geometry class. She'd run for class president and won— two out of four years in high school. The other two, Maria had taken the top spot and made Mary Louise serve as veep.

And now, Mary Louise was skinnier
and
planning on taking the spotlight at the reunion.

Over Maria's dead bruschetta-fortified body.

Maria straightened in her seat, yanked her hand away from Homer, who let out a sigh of disappointment, and started paying attention. Stephanie's hands danced around her head as she talked, dramatizing her clear joy at being among a crowd of wannabe-thin people.

"Let's get started with a little bit of sharing! Tell us the last food you ate today and then name an animal you'd most like to be."

Mary Louise Zipparetto. In a size two.

Starting today, Maria intended to leave the double digits behind for good. She'd been okay with herself as a ten, but as twelve edged toward fourteen, she'd begun to dread shopping. Getting dressed. Looking in the mirror. But most of all, she now dreaded dating and the inevitable getting naked part. For a woman who enjoyed sex as much as pasta, that presented a few problems.

Then the invitation to her ten-year class reunion had come in the mail, followed by a phone call that had sent her pulse—and her diet dedication—into overdrive.

Antonio Lombardi, captain of the football team in high school and God's gift to a sex-starved woman, had asked her if she was coming, and if she was still as pretty as the rah-rah cheerleader he remembered. He'd said something about letting him see her in
just
the pom-poms and she'd babbled some kind of agreement. It was, after all, Antonio, and she'd never been able to say no to him, not even on prom night.

Over the course of her life, she'd done every diet— the seven-day grapefruit plan; the all-the-meat-you-can-eat regime and the starve-yourself-until-the-dress-fits desperation diet only to make a mad dash to Macy's and buy the next size up. Nothing had worked. Inevitably, she gave in to the first thing with tomato sauce and cheese, her diets failing faster than a one-hit-wonder’s second album.

But now, there was no turning back. Hanging in her closet was a little black—and very expensive—dress from Saks in a size eight that she'd bought this afternoon. The dress, and the thought of Antonio eyeing Mary Louise at the reunion instead of her, kept Maria rooted to her seat.

“The last food I ate was a tofu burger for lunch, hold the bun, extra lettuce," said a slightly pudgy young woman in a tie-dyed shirt and frayed bootleg jeans. Her badge declared her name was Audrey, with a smiley in the curve of the "y." "And I'd most like to be a butterfly, because they bring beauty to the world."

"Sweet people are better than sweet treats!" shouted another woman. Others in the group echoed her, a human wave of trite phrases.

A young redheaded man with the body shape of an apple leaned forward, draping his arms over his knees. From across the circle, Maria saw he'd written "Arnold" on his name badge in pink marker. "I did good today, Chums," he said. "I had a protein bar for lunch and a power shake for dinner. I think this is it. I'll finally be down a pound this week!"

" 'Down a pound': a sign on your way to the finish line!" the group shouted. Arnold blushed and sat up a little straighter.

Stephanie-with-the-exclamation-point gestured toward Maria. "I see we have someone new. Welcome"—she leaned forward to read the name tag slapped on Maria's russet velour T-shirt—"Chubby Chum Maria!"

Maria wasn't so sure she liked being called a Chubby Chum. Nor did she like the way the group's heads all swiveled her way, like some mass Exorcist wave. "Umm... hi."

"New Chubby Chums are
awesome!
" said the group, smiling at Maria.

"Why don't you share with us, Maria? Tell us the last thing you ate and what animal you'd most like to be."

"I forgot to tell my animal!" Arnold cut in.

Stephanie gave him a patient smile. "We'll get to your animal after our new Chubby Chum has a chance, Arnold."

Everyone in the room waited, silent and expectant. Maria hesitated. She could lie. Say she'd had a salad with light dressing. But no, this was a
support
group. She was here to get serious and getting serious meant being honest. "I had a Guido's cheese manicotti for lunch."

A collective gasp went up from the people in the room. "But those are
fattening
," Audrey said. "Why would you eat one?"

The tempting image of the manicotti appeared in her mind, as beautiful as if it were laid out in
Gourmet
magazine. Stuffed and swollen, cheese trickling out of the sides, tomato sauce drizzled over the top, Parmigiano Reggiano cheese dusting the top.

Guido's manicottis were better than an hour of sex. If Guido were smart, he'd use that in his next ad campaign.

She'd bought two of them this afternoon for lunch, before she'd bought the dress and thus, gotten serious. This time.

"Uh ..." Maria scrambled for an answer. "Today's a holiday."

"And what holiday would that be?" Stephanie asked.

Her mind drew a blank. Then she pictured her day planner. Tuesday, March eighteenth. "Uh, Flag Day," she said. "In Aruba."

A heavy silence descended on the room, thick as a good Alfredo sauce. There was the squeak of a chair against the tile, then a slight cough from someone on her right.

"Maria," Stephanie said with the gentle tone parents used on slow-witted children, "did that manicotti give you satisfaction?"

"Well, yeah. It was from Guido's."

"Did it satisfy your soul?"

"It didn't hurt." But even as the words came out of her mouth, she had a feeling she was failing her Introduction to Chubby Chums test. She'd never been the kind of woman who felt out of place, or out of control, anywhere. But something about this group and their collective Borg-like minds had her off-kilter.

"Love yourself enough to eat healthy," Stephanie said, "and your soul will be filled when you reach your goal."

"I want to share my animal!" Arnold said. "When is it my turn again?"

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