One bakery. Two stubborn hearts. And a no-kissing contract.
ETHAN GRANT HAS ONE RULE: NEVER SLEEP WHERE YOU SIFT FLOUR.
(Or was it fry grease? Either way—no workplace romance.)
After getting unceremoniously fired from his prestigious position as head chef, Ethan Grant takes the only job he can get—fry cook. It's soul-crushing, ego-bruising, and grease-splattered. So when a failing local bakery offers him a lifeline—a partnership, not a pity party—he grabs it. It's that or admit to his wealthy parents that he's hit culinary rock bottom.
Valerie Winter is determined to carry on her grandmother's legacy and keep the bakery alive. She also happens to be color blind—a detail she keeps close to the vest in this new town. If Ethan finds out, he'll assume she can't tell red velvet from chocolate, let alone run a business.
To keep things strictly professional, Ethan adds a non-fraternizing clause to their contract. No touching. No flirting. No falling into bed with the woman who drives him absolutely, infuriatingly wild.
Between Ethan's meddling parents, a perfectly timed ex, and more secrets than ingredients in a wedding cake, their partnership is one whisk away from disaster.
The real recipe for trouble?
Mixing business with a baker who makes him feel things—like hope. And heat. And maybe even heartache.
Warning: Contains baked goods, tea spill, and one grumpy chef.
