Zoe Cain knows that Grant Evertide iswayout of her league. So naturally, she kisses him. Out of spite. Not only is Grant her brother's number-one nemesis, but he has zero interest in being tied down to one girl. She's shocked-and secretly thrilled-when they start spending more time together. Non-exclusively, of course, but that doesn't mean Zoe can't change his mind, one PDA and after-school detention at a time.
Zoe's brother claims Grant is trying to make her his "Ringer," an oh-so-charming tradition where a popular guy dates a non-popular girl until he hooks up with her, then dumps her.Zoe threatens to neuter Grant with hedge clippers if he's lyingbut Grant swears he isn't trying to trick her.Still, that doesn't mean Grant is the commitment type-even if winning a betison the line.
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The Boyfriend Bet
A Boyfriend Chronicles Novel
By Chris Cannon, Erin Molta
Entangled Publishing, LLCCopyright © 2016 Chris Cannon
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I sat on a bench in the quad waiting for my brother, who was late again. I shifted around trying to find a way to sit where my legs didn't come into contact with the lava hot granite. Whoever decided skirts were an essential part of the Wilton high school uniform should be throat- punched.
Where was Jack? I checked the Big Ben-type clock in the middle of the quad. As a junior transferring to the school, I had to attend Orientation. My brother, a senior, didn't even have to come today. Do you think he'd let me drive the car myself? No. He claimed he came to meet up with friends. I think he hates turning the car keys over to me. Too bad. I'd gotten my license last week and my grandma's old Honda Accord was now community property.
Someone sat to my right. When I looked to see who it was, someone sat to my left. I glanced back and forth between two hot guys wearing Wilton school jackets. One had dark hair, blue eyes, and a killer grin. The other had blond hair, brown eyes, and a serious expression. Given a choice, I would go with bachelor number one.
"Hello." I glanced back and forth between them. "Can I help you?"
The blond looked at a list he held in his right hand. "Ten bucks says you're Claire Barnes."
"No, I'm —"
"You're Deanna Case," the dark-haired boy said.
I shook my head.
"Lauren Tate?" the blond asked.
"No." What type of strange guessing game was this?
The dark-haired boy frowned at his paper. "You can't be Helga Svengack."
"You made that name up." I grabbed his list. No, it was real. Poor girl. I scanned the page listing the names of juniors transferring to Wilton Academy from private high schools. My name wasn't on the list. Probably because I'd come from public school.
"What do you think you're doing, Zoe?" My brother Jack stomped up to the bench, wearing his I-want-to-punch-someone face.
The dark-haired boy gave me a look of disgust. "Please tell me you're not dating this loser."
"First off. Ewww. He's my brother. Second, he may be a jerk, but he's not a loser."
The blond flipped his piece of paper over. "You're Zoe Cain?"
I nodded. "And you are?"
"An asshole," my brother muttered.
The blond stood up. "Say that again, so I can hear you."
And my social life was about to go down the drain before it even started. Jumping up, I stood between them. "Can we dial back the testosterone please?"
Turning away from my brother, I held my hand out to the blond. "Zoe Cain, and you are?"
He glared at my brother for a moment before shaking my hand. "Aiden Eastman."
"And you?" I pointed at the dark-haired boy who seemed amused by the whole situation.
He sauntered forward, took my hand in his, and brought it to his mouth for a kiss, just like you see in those old movies. Totally corny. And I knew he did it to annoy my brother, but it still made my skin tingle. "Grant Evertide."
Holy crap. This was the guy who'd beaten my brother to become vice president of Student Council last year? The same guy my brother beat out for the lead in the school play? I gave him a nod of approval. "Well done. Very smooth."
He struck a pose and adjusted his green and blue striped tie. "Thank you. I try."
"Damn it, Grant. Stay away from my sister."
I pivoted around to glare at my brother. "He's joking. What's your problem?"
Jack shoved his finger in my face. "You can talk to any other guy at this school, but you are not allowed to talk to him."
Had my brother learned nothing in the last sixteen years? Apparently not, and for that he would pay. I turned back to the source of my brother's irritation. "Grant, do you have a girlfriend who would mind if you kissed me to piss off my brother?"
In answer, he leaned down and pressed his mouth against mine. Bam. Instant heat.
I heard yelling, but I didn't care. It seemed natural to slide my hands up Grant's chest to rest at his shoulders. His arms went around my waist. We fit together perfectly. When the kiss ended, I felt pinned in place by the curious look in his ice blue eyes.
"Hot Tamales?" he asked.
And the spell was broken. I chuckled and backed up a step. "Close. Red Hots."
When I saw my brother's face red with rage, I laughed harder. He stomped off.
"That worked even better than I expected." I smiled at Grant and then ran to catch up with my brother, because I wouldn't put it past him to ditch me in the parking lot.
I hoped he'd give me the silent treatment on the ride home, but no such luck. He griped the entire time. We lived a good twenty minutes from campus, so that was saying something. Not that it mattered, I was used to him ranting about the things I did or the other injustices that seemed to happen to him on a regular basis, and I'd become skilled at tuning him out. While he rambled on about how stupid I was, and what a jerk Grant was, I replayed the kiss in my head. While I had kissed a few boys, I must say this kiss ranked higher than the others. Would Grant want to kiss me again? I hoped so. And I'd do everything in my power to encourage him. The fact that it ticked Jack off was a bonus. That's what he got for trying to tell me how to live my life.
The Accord bumped up and down, which meant we'd reached the gravel drive to our house. From this distance, I could see my mom and grandma sitting on the front porch of our old farmhouse, husking corn.
Jack parked on the side of the house in the shade of a giant oak tree, and got out of the car, still scowling at me. I ignored him and exited the vehicle before he launched into another list of things I couldn't or shouldn't do.
I climbed the weathered steps to the front porch, purposely stepping on warped areas that gave a little bounce and a creak of greeting. My grandma took one look at Jack's face and said, "Zoe Cain, what did you do?"
I placed my hand over my heart, pretending to be offended. "I merely demonstrated to my brother that he shouldn't tell me which boys I can and cannot talk to."
"She threw herself at Grant Evertide," Jack said. "It was disgusting."
"Oh, please. I did not throw myself at him. I asked him to kiss me to piss you off. There's a difference."
Mom shook her head. "One of these days you're going to cut off your nose to spite your face."
"Ignore her." Grandma patted the spot on the bench beside her. "Come tell me about this boy."
"You shouldn't encourage her drama queen ways." My mother ripped off a cornhusk and threw it in the wicker basket at her feet.
"Where do you think she gets her spunk from?" my grandmother asked.
I sat next to Grandma and relayed the story of how I met and kissed Grant. Her eyes twinkled. "Before I met your grandfather, I kissed Everett Evertide."
"Really? Then how did you meet Grandpa?"
"Well, Everett was a handsome boy and I always had fun when I was with him, but he wanted to kiss a lot of other girls, while your grandfather, God rest his soul, only wanted to kiss me."
"You're better off dating someone with a similar background," my mom said. "Your father and I had everything in common. That's why —" Her voice wavered and she sniffled.
A familiar ache blossomed in my chest and my eyes grew hot.
My mom cleared her throat. "I better start dinner." She stood and retreated into the house.
* * *
After Zoe left, I had a sudden craving for cinnamon rolls.
"You do realize Lena is going to hear about this." Aiden folded his list into exact fourths and slid it into his shirt pocket.
"Since she's my ex-girlfriend, I don't think it matters." Plus, I had a new and entertaining way to annoy Jack Cain. As far as I could see, it was a win-win situation.
"Have you told Lena she's your ex?" He pointed across the quad. "Because she doesn't look like an ex right now."
Lena stormed toward me in what I'd come to think of as tantrum mode. Right on cue, my head started to pound. Before she could start in, I held my hand out to signal she should stop. "I don't want to hear it. We broke up. You don't get to yell at me anymore."
Her eyes narrowed. "The joy of being your ex is I can yell at you whenever I want. I don't have to worry about you being mad and freezing me out. I can say that kissing some hick farm girl is low class and if you plan to go slumming, you should do it behind closed doors."
"The perk of being your ex is your opinion means nothing. Go nag someone else." I hiked my backpack up on my shoulder and strode off, telling myself the wounded look in Lena's eyes shouldn't make me feel guilty. If she thought she was going to continue telling me what I should and shouldn't do after we'd broken up, she was dead wrong. I'd gotten off that ride and I did not plan to get back on. Relationships were for suckers. From now on, I'd date who I wanted, when I wanted, no harping allowed.
"You know, this is why I hang around with you." Aiden fell into step beside me. "There's never a dull moment. You always do something entertaining."
A plan came to mind. "Speaking of entertaining, I bet Zoe has a friend."
"Statistically speaking, the odds are you're correct."
"Smart ass. I see an opportunity here for both of us to have a good time at Jack Cain's expense."
"I see this whole thing exploding spectacularly in your face." He smacked me on the shoulder as if to congratulate me.
"But you're still in." I knew the answer.
"Of course I am."
* * *
At dinner that evening, I sat across from my father as he read the paper. My mother stared off into space, sipping her third glass of white wine. Over the last few weeks this had become dinner as usual at the Evertide household. Cold, quiet, and calm. Unless I asked a question, no one spoke.
Tonight, my grandfather joined us for dinner, so I didn't have to carry the conversation.
"How'd your day go?" he asked.
"It was good." Remembering Zoe's laugh, I grinned.
"I recognize that look. Who is she?"
My grandfather could read me like a book. I cut a piece of steak while I considered how much to share. "She's new to the school, and she's the sister of someone I don't like, which makes things interesting."
My mom tuned into the conversation and set her wine glass down. "What happened to Lena?"
Was she joking? "We broke up two weeks ago."
"Don't worry." She reached over and patted my arm. "I'm sure you'll reconcile."
My father peeked around the edge of his paper. "Run while you have the chance."
My mom pursed her lips and gave my dad the I'm-so-disappointed-in-you look. "Yes, dear, because being involved with someone who loves you and wants to take care of you is a terrible thing."
"He's seventeen. That girl's mother has been talking wedding gowns for the last three months. She's insane. I repeat. Run while you can."
My knife hit the plate and made a screeching noise. "Wedding dresses?"
"It's what mothers do." My mom appeared flustered. "Besides, her family has that lovely beach house in San Francisco."
"We have a beach house in San Francisco," my dad said from behind his paper.
Mother sniffed and swirled her wine around in her glass. "Theirs is closer to the water."
"By a dozen feet," my father shot back.
Apparently this was not a new topic of conversation.
"Tell me about this young lady you met," my grandfather said.
"Her name is Zoe. She's impulsive and she laughs a lot."
"Sounds like a fun girl to date." My dad emphasized the last word.
"Zoe what?" Mom asked. Which is what everything came down to for her.
"I don't recognize the name. Did her family move to the area?" my dad asked.
And this was where it would hit the fan. Aiden and I had attended Wilton Academy since freshman year. There were always a few students who transferred in from other private schools, because their families relocated here to work for Wilton Genetics. It was the major employer in Canton, Illinois, and most of the town, including Wilton Academy, had sprung up around them.
The locals who lived on the farms scattered throughout the area didn't transfer over until junior year. That way their high school transcripts said they graduated from an exclusive private school, but they only paid half the tuition. We referred to them as hicks or farm kids. They called us snobs or geeks. Our parents were the scientists and lawyers that kept Wilton Genetics on the cutting edge of agricultural research and development. The standard joke was that our parents were the best and the brightest in their fields while the hicks' parents were only smart enough to farm the fields. Our parents wore lab coats and created the genetically modified plants, which were faster growing, or more nutritious. Their parents wore overalls and drove the tractors. There was a weird White collar/Blue collar divide that was hard to get past. Sometimes the differences caused friction, like it had with Zoe's brother.
Keeping my voice neutral, I said, "Actually, she's local."
"She's a hick?" My mom's tone could've given someone frostbite.
My dad set his newspaper down. "Maybe you shouldn't date her."
"I dated a local girl when I was in school," my grandfather said in a wistful tone.
"What happened?" I'd never heard him speak of any woman but my grandmother.
"Life happened. We both met other people we were more suited for, so we went our separate ways. You're seventeen. Live a little. You have the rest of your life to worry about what other people think of you."
"I think I'll invite Lena and her mother over for dinner one night this week," my mother said.
"Then I'll be eating at Aiden's all week."
My father laughed. "I'm coming with you."CHAPTER 2
"I can't believe you did that." My best friend, Delia, skipped a stone across the pond on the back of our property. "Oh wait a minute. You are the reigning drama queen so, yes, I can."
"You know, I think a crown should come with that title."
"I'll bedazzle one for you. Now spill it."
"You should've seen the look on Jack's face."
"Yeah, because that's the highlight of the story." She plopped down on the grass and patted the area next to her. "Get to the good part."
I joined her on the ground, inhaling the scent of fresh cut grass. "It was the best kiss ever. I wasn't nervous. He wasn't nervous. It just happened like it was supposed to."
"So it wasn't like that time when Lee missed your lips and hit your chin?"
I cringed at the memory. "No. Nothing like that."
She leaned back on her elbows and stared up at the sky. "Tell me about his friend."
"Cute, blond, brown eyes, serious expression, looks like he'll grow up to be a lawyer."
"I do love serious boys. They're so much fun to mess with. Maybe I'll tell him I'm thinking about starting a cult."
"That's why we get along so well."
* * *
My alarm clock went off way too early the next day. The only good thing about being forced to wear a stupid blue and green plaid uniform was I didn't have to agonize over what to wear the first day of school. I touched my favorite pair of Levi's draped across the foot of my unmade bed. I planned to put them on the second I came home.
Next on the list, figure out what to do with my hair. For the past two years, I'd been growing it out, hoping to look like one of those actresses from a shampoo commercial. My hair hung past my shoulders down to my bra strap, but it sort of sat there, lifeless, brown, and in serious need of some highlights.
Maybe I'd have Jack stop at the drugstore on the way home so I could buy some hair color, and then I'd ask Delia to come over and work her magic. When I had tried highlighting my hair, it ended up looking like a kindergartener took a yellow marker to my head. When Delia did it, it was almost as good as the salon.
I grabbed my grandfather's watch from my jewelry box and ran my fingers over the inscription on the back Time matters less than the people you spend it with. It was hard to believe he and my father had been gone for almost two years. I secured the black leather band around my wrist, using the extra hole I made with a nail so that the watch would fit. It still hung a little loose, but that was okay because when I was nervous, I played with it like a worry ring, turning it around and around on my wrist.
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A Semi-Sweet Treat! I Loved, Loved, Loved this wonderful story! This book is such a sweet, fun and sometimes downright irritating read. Zoe and Grant are so well developed, I enjoyed watching their stories play out, despite the somewhat exasperating moments. But I suppose boy will be boys ... at least until they find the right girl to straighten them out! And here's hoping Delia and Aiden's story is told next. I read this book in one sitting, so make sure you have a couple hours, you do not want to put it down. Chris Cannon is quickly moving to the top of my authors list. I was given a complimentary book for an honest review.
I read a vast amount of fantasy and paranormal books so it's nice to find something based more in the realms of reality. What better way than with a sweet YA contemporary romance like The Boyfriend Bet. I throughly enjoyed Zoe's and Grant's story and found their banter hilariously charming. Zoe is rash, spontaneous and passionate but also really funny. She's extremely loyal and determined, but hidden under all that sass is a sweet young girl who wants to flirt with the hot boy. I would have liked to see her really stand up for herself a little more but she always made me smile. Grant is cheeky, infuriating and of course gorgeous, but has a reputation as a player. There were times when I considered calling him the King of indecisiveness because he couldn't decide what he wanted, but as the story developed I understood why he does what he does more and more. I really liked the secondary characters, Aiden was definitely my favourite, although I also loved Zoe's Gran and bestie Delia, who has some fantastic one-liners. 4 Stars in my Sky! I received a review copy
I could not put this book down! I read it all in one sitting. Zoe Cain just started Wilton Academy and meets her brother's nemesis, Grant Evertide. She kisses Grant just to spite her brother and then craziness ensues, along with a lot of detentions. The secondary characters make this book. Aiden's outlook on everything was unlike any character I have read. I love the relationship between him and Grant. Also, for fans of Blackmail Boyfriend, Jane and Nathan make a small appearance. Chris Cannon has got another winner. I can't wait until the next book in the Boyfriend Chronicles!
So - I have a penchant for cute contemporary romances and this fit the bill. It had an awesome heroine in Zoe because she is funny and strong and just..different. But in a really great way. She likes to play pranks, and bake, and she has an awesome friend in Delia. The two of them together was quite a love story in itself. They were a great fictionalization of an awesome friendship. At the same time, even though Zoe is this wonderful girl, she shows that she's not full of confidence and lets some self-doubt show through. This keeps her character real for me and even more endearing. I wish I could say that I enjoyed the male characters of this book as much as I did the female characters. I didn't like Grant and I felt that his character stayed relatively the same throughout the book. Not everyone gains insight in contemporaries, I get it, but why wouldn't you want your character to gain some insight and grow from their experiences? I'm glad I read it because of Zoe and Delia and I am a sucker for fantabulous female friendships. I wish I could have liked every aspect of this - still give it a shot and tell me what you think!
I started out absolutely loving this book. Zoe is such a fun character; snarky and quick to anger, but also playful with a great sense of humor. She liked to crochet, play video games, and bake. Basically, besides the fact that she's grossed out by zombies, Zoe is my spirit animal. I liked that she wasn't afraid to make fun of Grant. Even though she was really infatuated with him, she always came off cool and collected. I liked Grant as well, but he could be a huge jerk at times. I also found myself getting irritated at Zoe for running away from him all the time, or picking fights when it really wasn't necessary. She kept having to compete with the other girls in the school (and around town) and Grant's behavior in a few scenes warranted her cautious attitude towards him. He was so hot and cold, saying he didn't want to date yet flirting with Zoe like crazy, that in the end I couldn't blame her for acting the way she did. The secondary characters were very enjoyable. Zoe's best friend, Delia, was fun and quirky with her ever-changing hair, and I liked how Grant's best friend, Aiden, was kind of a nerd and not at all the stereotypical jock I was expecting. By far the best supporting character was Zoe's grandma. She was so feisty and her run in with Grant's snooty mother was priceless. She also was kind of a stand-in mom, since Zoe's own mother was having trouble keeping it together after the death of her husband. The best part of this novel was the humor. The author created some really witty characters and the dialogue had me laughing out loud several times. There were also some serious moments, but overall the tone was light and humorous, which made for a very pleasurable reading experience. While the characters had their flaws and Grant and Zoe's hot-n-cold relationship got very repetitive, I still really enjoyed The Boyfriend Bet. I am looking forward to reading more from author Chris Cannon, especially in the Boyfriend Chronicles series. *I received a free copy of this book from the publisher in exchange for an honest review*
The Boyfriend Bet by Chris Cannon....This was a great book that I could not put down, I was exhausting, like running up and down hills or riding a roller coaster. You would be so happy and then sad and mad. Grant your typical high boy wanting his cake and eating it too. Zoe the high school girl wanting the popular boy from the wrong side of the tracks. This is my first book by Chris Cannon and she won me over with this book, I can't wait to reAd more. I was given a complimentary book by publisher for an honest review.
Zoe is getting ready to start her junior year at the private school in her town. She's smart, confident, and sassy. She can bake, crochet, and shoot anything. The transfers are known as the "hicks", the local farmers children who only attend the private school for two years. Grant is a rich "snob" who's one of the popular kids in school. He has a history with Zoe's brother, Jack, and he's convinced that Grant's only motivation is to turn Zoe into a ringer. I wanted to love this book. Zoe was fantastic. A little on the dramatic side but most sixteen year olds are. Delia was hilarious and I loved everything about her and Aidan's awkwardness. Grant just never really redeemed himself for me. He was a jerk for about 95% of the book and even when he wasn't, his apologies fell flat. I haven't read the first book in this series but will go back to give it a try. I'm hoping that Delia and Aidan have their story told. *I received a copy in exchange for an honest review.*
I loved everything about this book. It was cute, fun, and full of spunk. Zoe is an awesome character. She does what she wants, and that’s that. She tries puzzling through who’s who in her new high school, and learns quickly that some people are jerks. But she also tries not to let social prejudice get int he way of what she wants to happen. You think Grant is a complete d-bag at times, but maybe he’s not. I loved seeing him squirm his way through his feelings for Zoe. He doesn’t want a relationship, but he can’t fight the feelings he has for Zoe. And there are some many quotable moments in this book. I’ll share a few of my favorites. “This is one of those suck-it-up-and-deal-with-it life moments.” I flailed in frustration. “I hate those moments.” “Sorry, unless you cover yourself in bubble wrap and live in a cave, they are unavoidable.” “Eat.” Delia moved my plate closer to me. “No guy is worth skipping a meal for.” “Life is short. Cake is good.” “My mom says no guy is perfect, you just have to find one that makes you happy seventy percent of the time.” That was an odd equation. “What about the other thirty percent?” “That’s the time you fantasize about hitting him in the head with a frying pan.”
**This review also appeared on A Leisure Moment!** My Entangled Teen obsession might start to become a problem. All of the books from their House are adorable and tell a story that I love reading. Don’t expect them all to be light, but The Boyfriend Bet had that wonderful quality. Remember Nathan Scott from Season 1 of One Tree Hill? Grant Evertide was basically Nathan Scott from the first two episodes—the one that flirted with all the girls, had some questionable choices, and dark hair and amazing eyes. I tried to figure out why I liked him so much from the beginning, even though he had the tendency to be a jerk, and that was why. I saw the redeemable side of him, so did Zoe Cain. Grant told half of the story, and being inside of his head, figuring out how he navigated through life, kept me entertained. There were moments when I wanted to strangle him, and there were moments that I wanted to hug him. Zoe was unique and uber sarcastic. She also wanted to prove her brother, Jack, wrong no matter what it took. The book began with a bang in order for her to grate Jack’s nerves, and color me surprised when Grant got roped into her antics in the first couple of paragraphs. I loved her spunk and refusal to conform to the norm. She already stood out being a “hick,” one who transferred to the private school in town for junior and senior year, surrounded by those that had been there since freshmen year. She showed everyone that she was much more than that. Zoe liked to bake, and had a knack for it, she enjoyed killing zombies, and she didn’t shy away from threatening someone with one of the many shotguns in her arsenal. Yeah, she had spunk. Just try not to like her. Zoe and Grant’s relationship started as a way to get on Jack’s nerves, but her relationship with her best friend, Delia, was pure. Delia had crazy hair and a larger-than-life personality. She and Zoe went together like peanut butter and jelly, different from each other but complimentary. I would love for her to have her own book, especially considering her budding romance with Aiden. Grant and Zoe had a strange relationship. I didn’t doubt for a second that Grant was not using her, which made me pause when I thought about the title. The actual boyfriend bet proposed in the book was kind of thrown out there randomly, and I didn’t get how it played such a central role in the plot. Grant and Aiden kind of mentioned idea one day, but it was never the focus like I had anticipated. Nevertheless, I enjoyed how that tiny conversation sort of played as catalyst for Grant and Zoe’s connection. Though, to be honest, they had something undeniable. They were an unlikely pair like I’ve never seen before. Cannon touched the rich boy/peasant girl troupe but didn’t focus on it. I loved that! They had class distinctions, but the main issue was that Grant just couldn’t commit the way he (much to his chagrin) and Zoe wanted him to. Money played a role, as did appearance, but it didn’t drown everything else out. Light, airy, and hilarious, The Boyfriend Bet pleased my romance-loving soul. The kisses were steamy, detention became a thing of romance, and the intricacies of baking kept things sweet. Even though this is the second in a series, you don’t have to start at book one. I have no idea what book one is even about and still enjoyed this one. Get your copy as soon as possible, because as I said multiple times while reading, this story is cah-uttte! ***I received an eARC***
This is a cute story and a great quick read that will leave you satisfied. Chris Cannon does a great job with this one and the characters are very well developed. The writing flows flawlessly so that you can get lost in the story! Zoe has transferred to a new school and is considered to be one of the hicks because of where they come from. There are many rich kids at the school so there is a rivalry going on that is hicks vs. snobs. When Zoe sees Grant on their first encounter with her brother standing right there with her, Zoe decides to kiss Grant knowing that he is her brother's nemesis. Her brother is not happy at all about this and lets Zoe know. Grant and Zoe start spending more and more time together and Zoe's brother tells her that Grant is going to use her as a "ringer". Something about getting to know her and leading her on and all the sudden dumping her and pretty much leaving her hanging. Zoe does not believe this at all and is mad at her brother for even thinking he is going to do that to her. I thought that all the characters fit really well together and loved that Zoe and Delia were pretty much inseparable. There is plenty of baking going on and not just the food gets hot in the kitchen if you know what I mean. Grant and Zoe have some heated moments together. I loved the fact that there was a great character that brought lots of wisdom to the story and that was Zoe's grandmother Monica. She was such a great addition to the story! I can't wait to see what Chris Cannon has in store for us readers next in the Boyfriend Chronicles!!