The last time I dated someone, I got burned. Literally.
And I'm a chef. I'm used to a little heat in the kitchen. But I want something that isn't going to flame out in one night.
Then beautiful and brilliant Shohanna becomes my roommate. Our chemistry is scorching, and no matter how much I try to ignore the flames, the fire between us grows bigger.
My summer just got a hell of a lot more interesting. Because now I have to prove—to a woman who trusts no one—that every man who came before was an appetizer, and I'm the full course meal to make her mouth water, her heart melt, and her legs shake.
I want Diego. I never want any man, not after the last one burned my heart black. But I want Diego.
And when we end up being roomies for the summer, I can barely keep my hands off of him. So what do I do when it's too hot in the kitchen to ignore the heat?
A summer fling is not what I want. I want to heal from the devil in my past, focus on my job, and stop the nightmares.
So a summer fling is not on my list of goals.
But maybe it's just what I need...